The Children of the White Lions: Volume 02 - Prophecy

 

©2012, R.T. Kaelin

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Acknowledgements

First and foremost, I must thank my wife for putting up with me and this unexpected dream. You are a wonderful woman, wife, and mother. To my children, Nikalys and Kennedy, who helped inspire me to write in the first place: thank you and I love you.

To Mom, Donna, Diane, Caleb, Nate, Jean, Chris, Jim, Dani, Charlotte, Mike, Lee, Caroline, Jessica, Talita, Kenneth, Simon, Rose, T.L., and Uriah: thank you for your help, support, and guidance. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it.

 

What People Are Saying

“R.T. teaches a master class in world-building with Progeny. Rich in characters and details, he pulls you through a breathtaking tale that surpasses good versus evil.”
~Jean Rabe, USA Today bestselling author

“R.T. Kaelin is one of those few new authors who understand both the importance of immersing the reader in the story and how to accomplish it. From the first word, he grabs you and holds you captive throughout.”
~Maxwell Alexander Drake, Author of Genesis of Oblivion Saga

“Overall, I would favorably compare his writing with Brandon Sanderson, Scott Lynch, (early) Robert Jordan and even a bit of David Eddings flavor mixed in.”
~LuxuryReading.com

“After an exciting adventure getting to know the characters and backgrounds of our promising heroes in Progeny, R.T. Kaelin does a phenomenal job developing these young heroes into the warriors they must become in Prophecy, the second installation of the White Lions series. This is a refreshingly beautiful coming-of-age story of courage, hope, and young love; something the fantasy genre has lacked in recent years.”
~T.L. Gray, Author of The Arcainian series

“R.T. Kaelin has done it again. Beautifully rich characters combine with an entrancing plot in a compelling dance certain to allure current and new fans of the White Lion series.”
~Living Peacefully with Children

Prophecy
Volume 2 in The Children of the White Lions

 

The roar of the Lions will drive back the spawn,
And the lines of men, strong once again, will be redrawn.
Yet that which drives man’s soul will fray at the seams,
While the strength of the Lions will fade as do last night’s dreams.

 

Torn apart by deceit and distrust,
One will perish and One will be lost.
One will leave, while Another will stay.
And Two shall find each Other one day.
Against his will, one must fight,
While it falls upon the Half-man to unite.

 

Chaos will rise again, unraveling what has been made,
With Strife, Pain, and Deception in tow, lending aid.
Hidden, then found,
Willingly come around,
The Progeny must rise to lead the fight,
Along with new and old, seek to make it right.

 

 

– As recorded by High Priest en’Sul, First of Indrida
3rd day of the Turn of Lamoth, 4639

 

The Oaken Duchies

Terrene
Contents

 

Prologue

 

Chapter 1: Ebel

 

Chapter 2: Mongrel

 

Chapter 3: Advisor

 

Chapter 4: Chamber

 

Chapter 5: Dreams

 

Chapter 6: Performance

 

Chapter 7: Heart

 

Chapter 8: Aid

 

Chapter 9: Kur-surus

 

Chapter 10: Cabal

 

Chapter 11: Prisoner

 

Chapter 12: Tombles

 

Chapter 13: Pouch

 

Chapter 14: Past

 

Chapter 15: Woodeaters

 

Chapter 16: Empire

 

Chapter 17: Fallen

 

Chapter 18: Hunt

 

Chapter 19: Return

 

Chapter 20: Yearning

 

Chapter 21: Windows

 

Chapter 22: Plan

 

Chapter 23: Goodbye

 

Chapter 24: Slavers

 

Chapter 25: Yearday

 

Chapter 26: Impulse

 

Chapter 27: Thoughts

 

Chapter 28: Decision

 

Chapter 29: Father

 

Chapter 30: Vision

 

Chapter 31: Prey

 

Chapter 32: Soul

 

Chapter 33: Voyage

 

Chapter 34: Storm

 

Chapter 35: Hurt

 

Chapter 36: Conspirator

 

Chapter 37: Choice

 

Chapter 38: Primal

 

Chapter 39: Awaken

 

Chapter 40: Understanding

 

Chapter 41: City

 

Chapter 42: Nobles

 

Chapter 43: Oracle

 

Chapter 44: Reunion

 

Chapter 45: Refugees

 

Chapter 46: Horde

 

Chapter 47: Chest

 

Chapter 48: Tirnu

 

Chapter 49: Cloak

 

Chapter 50: Parting

 

Chapter 51: Eveningmeal

 

Chapter 52: Stars

 

Chapter 53: Mother

 

Chapter 54: Brothers

 

Chapter 55: Stone

 

Chapter 56: Foothold

 

Chapter 57: Sacrifice

 

Chapter 58: Prophet

 

Chapter 59: Loss

 

Chapter 60: Aftermath

 

Epilogue

 

Appendix
Prologue

5
th
of the Turn of Roden, 4751
, 248 years before Yellow Mud's destruction

 

Tandyr stared at the tiny village on the far side of the wooden bridge. A weary sigh worn from the ages slipped from his lips.

Mountain peaks towered over the settlement of Nentnay, the jagged, slate gray rock a stark backdrop to the lush, green valley in which he stood. Snowmelt from the white-capped range fed the river that rushed under the bridge, tumbling over the smooth rocks and filling the air with a vibrant, almost happy, gurgling sound. Silver fish the length of his hand stubbornly attempted to swim upstream, leaping into the air before falling back to the water to be swept away by the current. Birds warbled in the evergreen branches.

The idyllic setting had no effect on Tandyr. He eyed the village, a frown on his wide lips, consumed with tired skepticism. He noted the need to have a talk with Jhaell, his new researcher at Immylla. The saeljul preceptor had insisted repeatedly that his research pointed to one of the stones being in or near this village. Tandyr had had his doubts, even after reading Jhaell’s purported proof: a scrawled inscription in the back of an old Cartusian book about farming.

“This cannot possibly be the right place.”

Nentnay could not have been more out of the way. He had trekked for three days from Tutetup—the nearest town of any note—stumbling over the rocky, winding trail that ran along the river. What he sought should never have been left to rot in such obscurity.

He took a long, deep breath of mountain air and exhaled.

“Well, I am here now.”

He stepped onto the bridge, his sandaled feet scuffing the damp boards. Built of planks cut from the spruce pines that dominated the region’s thick forest, the bridge was coated with some sort of resin that had turned the grain a deep, crimson red. Tandyr found the color garish and out of place. This area of southern Cartu was mostly a palette of greens, stony grays, and fertile browns.

As Tandyr stepped from the bridge and onto the road that ran into Nentnay, he lifted the hem of his black robe several inches. His feet squished as he walked and the cold slime of mud slipped between his toes. He regretted not purchasing those boots from the street hawker in Tutetup.

The sun was fighting its way through the canopy of rain clouds left over from a mid-morning shower, but was losing its battle. The damp air of the valley was chillier than recent days, but most definitely welcome. Three days ago, he had been roasting in the plains of Yut.

Colossal, moss-covered boulders rose from a low-lying blanket of mist, looking like hunks of potatoes floating atop a thick stew. Carefree, happy voices drifted through the haze. Somewhere ahead of him, a chicken clucked.

The longhouses of Nentnay were built using the great, round pine trunks, stained the same crimson red as the bridge. At both ends of each structure two logs protruded high into the air, crossing one another and continuing for another ten feet, their sharp angles reminiscent of the sheer mountains to the north. Smoke curled from the tops of stone chimneys, drifting upward to become one with the foggy mist. The smell of charred wood smoke filled the air, swirling with the fresh, clean aroma of spruce sap.

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