The Orb of Truth (The Horn King Series)

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The Orb of Truth

The first book in the Four Horn series.
©2012. Brae Wyckoff
Published by LR Publishing

All characters in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
All Orb of Truth characters and their distinctive likeness are property of Brae Wyckoff (author).

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ISBN: 1479313262
ISBN-13: 9781479313266
eBook ISBN: 978-1-62347-187-3
Library of Congress Control Number: 2012921173
CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
North Charleston, South Carolina

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Author Photo by Lucid Impressions
Cover art by Brian Rollason
AKA “The Pixel Chemist”

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

Map of Ruauck-El

Prologue: The Tree

1. This Time it’s Different

2. Bradazak’s Destiny

3. A Disturbance

4. Oculus

5. Lonely Tear

6. A New Ally

7. Everwood

8. The Door of the Divine

9. The Fallen Temple

10. The Puppet King

11. Lost and Found

12. The Burning Forest

13. On the Move

14. The Dragon Caves

15. The Guardian

16. Black Rock

17. Inch by Inch

18. In the Dark

19. The Fall

20. Sacrifice

21. Kerrith Ravine

22. Darkness and Light

Coming Soon: The Dragon God

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I would like to dedicate this book to my wife, Jill, and my
amazing
children who encouraged me each step of the way. Jill, you are amazing and I’m so thankful to have you as my wife and best friend in life. I raise my glass of wine to you babe! Cheers…

A special thank you to my daughter, Michelle, for falling in love with my characters and nudging me to finish the book all those years. She is also the creator of the map of Ruauck-El!

Encouragement was around every corner with my friends…thank you Mr. Haney, Super Dan, and my rules “lawyer” Eric… “You people!”

Mom and Dad, you da best! Thank you for your love and support!

My mother-in-law, Peggy Koehler, paved the way by being the first published author in the family with her book, Our Legacy of Love. She is such an inspiration to me. Thank you Mom!

I would like to give a big shout out to the Rancho Bernardo Writer’s Group for their amazing critique of my book. I can’t say enough about you all…Peter Berkos (Academy Award Winner and Author), Karl Bell (RIP my friend)(Author), MJ Roe (Author), Lillian Belinfante Herzberg (Author), Rosalie Kramer (Author), Gerry Factor (Author), Debra Friend (Author), Mark Carlson (Author), and Terry Ambrose (Author)…thank you! I will keep making up words and you will continue to challenge me! As Peter Berkos would say, “Just need to tighten it up a bit.”

And this book wouldn’t be as good as it is without my wonderful editor, Krisann Gentry! Her valued insight and her passion for getting the content right was impeccable. I remember her telling me that she would apply pressure on my piece of coal and turn it into a diamond. At the time all I heard was her calling my work a “piece of coal”. It is now a diamond…thank you Krisann!

Thank you “Bridazak” for coming into my life over 25 years ago…I look forward to the many adventures waiting for us all!

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PROLOGUE

The Tree

Its leaves were like clear glass, and when the sun broke the horizon to announce the new day, a kaleidoscope of colors danced, dazzling the people who had gathered. It stood twenty feet tall, a glorious beacon of light, attracting all in the vicinity. Silver and purple woven wood harmonized to form the base, stretching up and then gracefully out. Hundreds of branches waved gently in the breeze, causing the crystal petals to chime, creating a beautiful chorus, like angels singing, harkening those with ears to hear.

On this day, the Tree was found on a grassy hill overlooking a small village. Residents of Brook Haven slowly emerged from their dwellings and began to assemble. The crowd of men, women, and children swelled until the entire community formed a half circle around the base of the knoll. None would approach the Tree any closer.

A man—carrying his sick child, pale as snow—broke through, streaks of tears running down his cheeks. “Please help me,” he whispered as he laid his boy on the grassy slope.

One of the thousands of crystal petals snapped free from the strong branch and descended like a feather. As it fell, it slowly disintegrated, leaving a trail of shimmering dust which lingered, suspended in the air until the prismatic pattern faded. Each brief flash of reflected light was like a strum on a lyre. Everyone was entranced by the hypnotic action, including the father. They refocused on the debilitated child when they heard the boy speak, “Papa?”

“My boy!” he said as he lunged for him in a tight embrace, kneeling on the ground beside him. He peered up to the Tree, “Thank you, for my son.”

Witnessing the boldness of the desperate man gave another the courage to step forward. “Pardon, um, Great Tree, I, well, I could use some advice.” He lowered his head and grew altogether quiet for a moment, not noticing another petal falling. Then his posture and demeanor slowly changed. He turned and faced the hushed crowd of onlookers, but looked lighter and freer. Whatever burden had been bothering him had clearly lifted as he trotted off back to their town; another petal descended.

More people brought requests before it, and throughout the day a leaf would fall for each granted miracle. Finally, the brilliant, golden light of the setting sun illuminated the relic with a blinding halo. The people shielded their eyes from the intensity, and within seconds the aura dissipated, and the Tree, along with it, had vanished.

Sheets of blustery snow swirled around the shallow cave entrance and the howling wind echoed within. A mound of white fur huddled in the back recesses for warmth. Hot breath escaped in uneven heaves from the several gathered creatures. The cold air whipped at their backs. Their faces were hidden from the elements.

An intense light blared to life outside, followed by soothing warmth. The snow flurry settled and the wind calmed. A head popped up from the tangled fur, surprised by the phenomena. The large, rounded white pupils of the Yeshi reflected the sparkling petals of the Tree of legend.

One of the beings approached, crunching snow underfoot, tenderly holding one mangled, fur-patched arm. A not uncommon injury, the result of a recent battle within the inhospitable mountain range they resided in. He extended his bloody appendage, and watched a single petal fall as the damaged limb was restored to health. The creature turned and called out to the apprehensive clan in its language of Yeshi, “We host the Tree of Lore! Come while you can! Bring your requests and offer them without fear! Hurry before it departs!”

The lumbering, beast-like creature turned and fell to his knees before the amazing spectacle, bowing repeatedly. After years of suffering turmoil in these harsh mountains, never daring to hope the Tree would come so far to aid them, it had arrived. From this day forward, his clan would never be the same.

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This Time it’s Different

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cool breeze weaved through the dirt street, bringing with it a mixture of smells from manure, spices, cooked meats, and dust to the many patrons of the Gathford market. Sparse clouds and the midday sun warmed the small trading town. Nestled at the edge of a pine forest, three dirt roads connected the community where weary travelers could find rest and supplies to continue on their journey. Gathford was predominantly a Human community, now. This woodland location used to be Elven-occupied, where people of all walks would travel through for trading. In recent decades the tyranny of King Manasseh and his regime had pushed the other races away; the Dwarves and Elves had taken the worst over the centuries. Wars had decimated their numbers and now what remained of them were hidden in the mountains or forests. Then there were others who, driven by adventure, continued to taunt danger by mingling within the Human establishments.

A four-foot-tall, blonde Ordakian stood between one of the many vendor carts. He wore blue robes with a metallic sheen and a green scaled belt—simple but regal attire. His attention was focused on a nearby vendor who was selling rare feathers from creatures across the realm. The merchant made eye contact with the Ordakian from underneath his hooded brown cloak and gave a slight nod.

Emerging from the meandering crowd was a group of bodyguards surrounding a fat Noblewoman. Her blush silk dress caught every jiggle and shift of her excessive weight. A light blue, wispy shawl covered her shoulders and draped over her blubbery breasts. Diamonds adorned her from top to bottom—dazzling earrings, a sparkling necklace, and multiple rings on each finger. One ring in particular cradled the largest gemstone, and tilted to the side of where it rested on her enlarged knuckle. She stopped in front of the feather vendor.

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