An ugly menacing face appeared in the rune’s vision. It blocked James’s view of the carnage and for that he was thankful, until the man spoke. “Surrender, all who oppose me, or Sabadtein’s flames shall destroy you!”
The sights around James swirled as if King Raynor spun the rune over the battle scene, proving once and for all, he would rule the Kingdoms of Valonde.
“No!” James felt himself scream, though he heard only the dragon’s roar.
One moment’s resistance was all it took. James found himself back in his living room. Jim stood beside him, both still holding the rune. Its grip on the lad hadn’t released. Voices flowed from his trembling lips.
James managed a glance at Margaret. He wanted to reassure her he would take care of everything. He would fix this.
But he could do no such thing. He could only chant alongside his son.
The world shook, knocking Margaret to her knees. She cried out, not in pain, but something far worse.
James followed her gaze to a thin strip of green and white lightning opening up in midair. It grew and grew, eating everything in its wake. The veil between their two worlds ripped open. Darkness spewed from the gaping hole and everything James held dear was pulled toward the portal in its place. All the air in their home sucked into the blinding light until it became large enough for a man to fit through.
However, it wasn’t a man than James saw.
While he struggled, helpless against the rune’s power, James could only watch as a massive dragon’s claw swiped at Margaret and pulled her into Valonde.
The portal snapped shut and the rune fell to the floor, spent and smoking. All color had drained from their world, leaving nothing but silence and cold.
James did the only thing he could think and held his crying son.
Up next in “Portals of Valonde,” James is left with no choice but to rescue his dear wife, Margaret, from the clutches of the evil King Raynor and his magical beast. But Valonde is the last place his son should be. How will he save one without sacrificing the other? Find out in Wayward Magic.
About the Author
Toasha Jiordano has been writing most of her life, as far back as she can remember. She still has many of her childhood notebooks filled to bursting with magical tales and daring escapades. She loves the smell of old books and the comfort of old furniture. That’s why most of her novels are written at an antique roll-top desk, which may or may not have a quill and ink set waiting for its next adventure.
For more information about the author, please visit: www.toasha-jiordano.com
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The Druid’s Heir
Tiffany Shand
“The Druid's Heir” is a short prequel to my Rogues of Magic series. It takes place five years before the events in the first novel showing how my characters, Ann and Edward, were forced to become outlaws. After a seer prophesizes that Ann's father will be killed, Ann and Ed must sort through the hidden magic and find out who is plotting against her father before it's too late. (This story is written in international English.)
Tiffany Shand
Sometimes a prophecy can be a curse.
After a mysterious seer warns her that her family is doomed to die, Rhiannon Valeran must do everything in her power to save them.
As the daughter and heir of the ruling archdruid and leader of the five lands, there is no shortage of enemies who want her father dead.
With the help of her best friend, Edward, the race is on for Ann to find out who is plotting to destroy her family and stop them before it’s too late. Will she stop the unknown killer in time? Or will she be forced to give up her throne and lose everything she holds dear?
Chapter One
Rhiannon Valeran’s long blond hair whipped behind her and her mares’ hooves thudded against the hard ground. She left the healing house behind after saying goodbye to her mother. Trees blurred past, but it would only take a couple of hours to get back to the palace in Larenth.
“Hey, wait for me!” Ed called.
She turned to see Edward Rohn, her best friend and appointed bodyguard, on his black stallion, trotting toward her. With his short brown hair, brown eyes and black armour, he looked rugged and handsome.
Ann grinned. “Not my fault you can’t keep up.”
“I can keep up. I just can’t keep you safe if I can’t see you.” Ed glanced around uneasily, as if he expected something to jump out of them.
Ann couldn’t understand why he seemed so on edge. They were on the old road surrounded by dozens of trees, the air thick with the heady scent of grass and wet leaves.
She rolled her eyes. “Since when have I needed you to keep me safe?” Her father insisted one of the Black stay with her at all times for protection. Ann usually made sure it was Ed. At least that gave them the chance to spend more time together.
His lips curved into a smile. “I could list all the times, but we’d probably be here a couple of days.”
Ann snorted. “I protect myself just fine, thank you. I’m the druid’s heir. Spirits, if I hear that name one more time, I’ll scream!” Yes, her father might be the archdruid, the most powerful man in the five realms, and she his heir, but she didn’t have to like it.
Ed brought his horse to a halt beside hers. “We shouldn’t linger.” His eyes scanned in every direction, still wary.
“This old road to the city is hardly used by anyone anymore. What are you so nervous about?” Ann smirked and reached over to prod him in the shoulder. “Not frightened of being attacked by bandits, are you?”
“There’s worse things than bandits along here. We should move.” He glanced around, on edge. “Your father’s peace treaty to unite three of the realms may not go over well with some people.”
“You’d think after the realm wars tore the lands apart, they’d be glad of it.” But Ann knew not everyone liked the level of power her father wielded. A sudden chill ran over her, a warning on the air, and she stopped her mare, Miri, who no doubt sensed it too. The white horse snorted, her hooves scraping at the ground.
Ed pulled out his sword from the sheath on his back. “Ann, get moving.”
Ann rolled her eyes again. “I’m not leaving you.” She hated it when he became overprotective. She knew he was only doing his job, but when they were alone they acted more like partners.
Ed might be one of the Black Guard, an elite warrior trained in magic and weapons, but he’d been her best friend for over a decade. She wouldn’t leave him to face a potential threat alone. “It’s safer if we stick together.”
Ed’s jaw tightened.
Someone bounded through the trees. Three giant, hulking men dressed in bedraggled clothing appeared, each carrying a different weapon.
Wonderful, it had to be ogres. They were just as big as their giant cousins only much more stupid. One came trotting toward her.
Ann raised her hand, heat flared between her fingers as a fireball formed. “I’d back off if I were you,” she warned but the ogre kept on coming and almost crashed into Miri.
Ann urged the mare forward and dodged it.
Another ogre lunged at Ed, who thrashed at it.
Ogres, like giants, were damn strong and had a tolerance for magic which made it harder to kill them. She encountered a few of them on her travels with her father over the past few years. Why were they attacking her now? Despite flying no banner, she didn’t look like an unsuspecting woman. Not in her riding leathers. Only Ed stood out in his black armour, the cover to the long black leather coat that his kind were known for wearing.
Ann sighed. She only had one Black with her and she wasn’t flying a Valeran banner. How could they even know who she was?
Or maybe they don’t know, and just think we are unsuspecting travelers.
She hurled the fireball at the first ogre, who ducked and growled as he avoided it. The tree behind him exploded.
I hope that peace treaty involved the dryads. Or that may caus
e some problems. She pulled out one of her knives as a third overcame at her.
He slammed into Miri before Ann had the chance to throw the knife. Miri screamed as she and Ann were knocked over.
Ann hit the ground, hard, the air knocked from her lungs. She rolled and stopped a few feet away from Miri.
The ogre grappled with the struggling horse.
More heat flared between her fingers. With one hand she sent the first ogre crashing to the ground, with the other she flung her blade at the second one. It embedded in his neck. He grunted and yanked it free, tossing the blade away.
Ann glanced over Ed, who fended off the two others. But she felt something else at the edge of her mind. Eyes watching her, watching them. A chill ran down her spine as her senses prickled. Who would be watching them?
The ogres are just a diversion, she realized.
Another fireball knocked the ogre back as she hurried over to Edward, sighed, and gripped her own knife. “Enough of this!” she snarled, fire flickering between her fingers. “What do you want?”
Someone clapped as a man with greasy black hair, dark eyes and pale skin, moved out of the trees. He wore a tattered cloak over a black tunic and muddied trousers. “Bravo, guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re gaining quite a reputation for yourself, daughter of the archdruid.”
“Sorcerer,” Edward spat. “I can practically smell the reek of tainted magic on you.”
Ann scanned the newcomer with her mind, sensing he was indeed a sorcerer. Strange, not many of them resided in Caselhelm nowadays. Most of them had retreated to the realm of Asral due to her father’s laws restricting the use of sorcery.
“What do you want?” Ann demanded, putting her hands on her hips. “For an attempted kidnapping you haven’t executed your plan very well.”
The man sneered. “Oh, I’m not foolish enough to kidnap you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Then what do you want?” She pulled out another one of her knives, ready in case he tried to catch her off-guard. Orbs of fire flickered between the fingers of her other hand. Her magic felt ready, bubbling just below the surface. One good thing she had learned from Ed over the years was to always be prepared for anything.
“This today was just a warning. We won’t have that peace treaty controlling all the realms. You have no idea what it will do to all of Magickind.” The man’s dark eyes narrowed as he glared at her. “If you don’t stop the treaty, we will.”
“What are you talking about?” Ann demanded. “The peace treaty is designed to bring peace to all the realms—something we haven’t had in centuries.”
“You have no idea, do you?” He laughed.
“No idea about what?” More fire flared in between her fingers. Ed moved to her side, sword still drawn.
Ann, let’s just get out of here, Ed said. Please, I don’t like this.
“That treaty will give them too much control over us,” the sorcerer hissed. “Are you willing to let that happen? You have no idea who the real enemy is, do you?”
Ann took a step forward and opened her mouth to ask more questions. Movement caught her eye when she spotted a woman with black eyes that looked like buttons pinned onto her face, lurking between the trees. She stared at them, a faint grin on her face. Her pale skin shimmered like moonlight and her long black dress curled around her like wisps of smoke.
Power crackled in the air around the woman. Her long black hair billowed around her as she hovered over the ground.
“Who—?” Ann asked, wondering what in the name of the spirits the woman was. She’d never seen any Magickind who looked like that before.
The sorcerer scurried away, but Ann barely noticed him as she frowned at the woman. “Who are you?”
The woman laughed and vanished in a swirl of smoke. “Hey, come back!” Ann ran over to where the woman had been hovering.
“Ann, what are you doing?” Ed hurried after her. He touched her shoulder, concern etched on his face.
“Didn’t you see her?” She stared at the ground, half expecting to find some trace there but found nothing. No lingering traces of magic. No disturbances within the earth. The woman might as well have not been there at all.
“Who? The sorcerer? He just ran off.” Ed sheathed his sword back into the scabbard at his back. “Do you want me to go after him?”
“No, not him. The woman!” She stared at him, incredulous. “Didn’t you see her?”
Ann looked at the spot the woman had been in and reached out with her mind. Nothing. The elements didn’t detect any traces of the stranger’s magic. That seemed odd. All Magickind left lingering traces of energy—whether they used any magic or not.
“Ann?” Ed squeezed her shoulder. “There wasn’t anyone there. Perhaps you just imagined it or caught a glimpse of one of the fleeing ogres.”
She glared at him. “There was someone else here. I saw her.” It was unlike him to doubt her word. Why didn’t he believe her?
A crow squawked overhead and swooped down, landing at Ed’s feet. In a flash of black feathers, the crow morphed into a dark-skinned man with a bald head and a chiselled face. He wore a black tunic and leather trousers. “Thought I spotted you two down here. What are you doing?” He glanced around, as if expecting to see something.
“Fighting off ogres, maniacal sorcerers, and an invisible woman,” Ed remarked and clapped him on the back. “What are you doing here, Jax?”
“I’m just on my way back to the Larenth,” Jax said.
Julius Jaxon, or Jax as he was known by, had grown up with Ed as his foster brother. He was a fellow member of the Black Guard. The Black were an elite group of warriors, trained in magic and weapons, who protected the Archdruid.
Ann moved away from them, muttering words of power as she went.
“Ann, what are you doing?” Ed asked again as he came over. “There wasn’t anyone else here; I would’ve seen them. Maybe you thought you saw someone when—”
“I don’t think, I know I saw someone. There was a strange-looking woman here watching us,” Ann replied.
“I didn’t see anyone.” Ed sheathed his sword.
Ann turned to Jax, giving him a pointed look. “Did you see anyone else as you flew toward us?”
“No. I just saw you, Rohn, and that man you were talking to,” Jax said. “Oh, and some big-looking guys running away. Think they were ogres by the look of it.”
“You sure you didn’t see a woman? Dark hair, odd-looking black eyes?” She would have expected Jax to have least seen something. He had a much greater advantage point from being up in the air.
Ed and Jax glanced at each other. “No.” Jax frowned. “Did you hit your head? Ed said you fell off your horse. Maybe we should take you to a healer and get you checked out.”
Ann rolled her eyes and slipped her knife back into her boot. “No, I saw someone watching us,” she said, picking up her other discarded knives. “But I couldn’t sense what she was. What did that damn sorcerer mean? Why would anyone have a problem with the treaty?”
“Not everyone is happy about the treaty,” Ed said. “You know some people like things the way they are.”
“Yeah, they’re not happy about the changes coming,” Jax agreed.
She sighed. “I need to talk to my father, find out what all of this means.” She frowned at Jax. “Where have you been?”
As one of the Black, Jax was often sent to gather intelligence for her father. Thanks to him being half shifter, he was good at blending and not being spotted by anyone in his crow form.
“To the border between Caselhelm and Asral. General Reevus sent me to check on Lord Byron. He’s been gathering a lot of people around here.” Jax brushed off a few lingering feathers off his clothes. At age twenty, he still struggled with shifting from one form to the other. Sometimes he still had feathers attached to his skin. Or he often tore his clothes when he shifted into his crow form. “I had a look around at Orla’s new place too.”
Ann winced at the mention of Orla, her fat
her’s former demon mistress. “What did you find out?”
“Not much. I couldn’t get too close.”
“Let’s head back. I don’t want to stay in these woods any longer than we have to,” said Ed and called his stallion over.
Ann glanced back at where she’d seen the strange woman.
Ed mounted his horse and Jax swung up into the saddle behind him.
Laughter carried on the air. Ann took off in the opposite direction, trying to find the source of it.
“Ann!” Ed called after her.
She ignored him and carried on running. Branches and leaves snapped to her tunic as she pushed past the trees. She needed to find out what that woman was. The woman appeared beside her, making Ann gasp.
“Soon the house of Valeran shall fall. The stars will darken, and your path shall be revealed,” the woman hissed then vanished as quickly as she’d appeared.
Chapter Two
The moment they arrived back at the palace; Ann hurried up to her father’s meeting chamber. To her relief, Darius didn’t have any of his advisers around. “Papa, I need to talk to you,” she gasped, out of breath from running so fast.
Darius looked up from his desk. He and Ann shared the same blond hair and blue eyes. Darius kept his tied back at the nape of his neck.
“Good, you’ve returned. I thought you might miss the meeting of the leaders.” Darius looked up.
“Edward and I were attacked on our way back,” Ann said, still panting. “I—”
Darius shot to his feet, moving around his desk. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “Are you hurt? Who was it?”
“I’m fine. It was a rogue sorcerer and a few ogres. They didn’t hurt us,” she said, brushing off his touch. “The sorcerer said he wanted to warn me. That the treaty is a bad idea. And if you didn’t stop it, there would be repercussions.”
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