Sagar'un - Tales of a New World

Fictional Fantasy. This is the first book of a 12 book series. Reviews of the book say that it is an excellent read that may have the capability of being made into a movie. If you like Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings, you will love this book.

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The mist slowly wafted up into the air in this mystical place. The sunlight weaved its way through the swirling mist that rose from the surface of the warm water. Although the days were getting cooler and the fall solstice was close, the sun kept the waters warm still. The great trees here still wore the brilliant emerald greens of summer. Arms of the giant willow trees reached down and danced in the wind, on the surface of the lake. Ragnar could hear what sounded like the low rumble of a hungry belly. Though it was not coming from his stomach, he realized it was rolling across the sky. This was a very sacred place to him and his clansmen. A place, that one could come to talk to the gods and be heard. The deepest of fears and the most heartfelt desires could be revealed here for the gods to hear. The rumble grew deeper and closer at the same time. Ragnar stood with his head to the heavens, at first only seeing the clouds filtering the sun. He was a large brave warrior but when the sky shook and rumbled, was normally a sign of the god’s displeasure. The wind blew through his thick hair, making the fur on his jerkin ripple in waves. He slid his arms out of his cover and let it drop to the ground. The muscles in his body and legs were tensed and braced for anything. If training and instinct taught him anything, it was to always be at the ready. His sword in hand with his arms wide apart, for balance. His breath was silent as he listened.
Savina’s laugh tore through the air, raising the hairs on the back of Ragnar’s neck. It sounded like a banshee but with a sweet musical voice. His chest eased a little, but then a sudden slice in the sky appeared, his breath caught in his throat. It looked as though a white light sliced through the clouds and a great wind blew down. If this was the god’s playground, Nido’s white thunder formed a bolt that had sliced the sky. A guttural growl poured from the above. Nido’s Black dog followed his command and tore a hole in the clouds where it had been sliced. All Ragnar could hear, was the growling and the heavy breathing. Then all of a sudden, the sun was like a huge beam shining down in front of Ragnar. In the middle of the lake the beam shot down into the watery sapphire layers, almost bringing to life the midnight blue depths. He lifted his eyes from the water to see willow branches shaking in what was now silent air but starting to violently whirl. The leaves blew around in the brilliant light and shone like neon fire bugs. The beam started to fade slightly and Ragnar looked up skyward again, in disbelief. Ever so softly in the wind, he heard a woman’s voice. He knew instantly that it was some type of chanting but the rhythm was hypnotic to him.

“Watch tower of the North, Come to Me.” Ragnar’s nostrils were gripped by cold fresh winds, so frigid his breath came hard. Almost feeling ice crawl up his skin, the legendary, freezing of the high lands.

“Watch tower of the East, Come to Me.” The wind that was blowing around him, smelled of a fresh rain with wild Sagar’un flowers. A rush of the summer’s last harvest filled his nostrils and meadows, everything ground was.

“Watch tower of the South, Come to Me.” A rush of heat seemed to inflame his very body, even though the winds rushed around him, unmistakable fire.

“Watch tower of the West, Come to Me.” He could hear the waves of the sea in his ears and smell the salt on his tongue, the cry of sea birds as water made itself present.

“I am Spirit and command you to take care of these children. Guide them and give them the gifts chosen for them. I am the seer of the night and seer of the day, now my child look to the LIGHT!”

Ragnar felt an invisible hand so soft lift his chin to the sky and the sun was blacked out. The silver, yet see through orb slowly dropped through the clouds, and as it did the sun once again shone bright around the orb. He could see a figure inside, what he thought was a figure of a person but he was not sure of anything anymore. The orb with very intricate writing carved into the strange metal began to glow in a purple hue. Brighter and brighter the purple writing got until it finally cracked the orb open and the beautiful metal fell to the water. Suspended in the air was the body of a young woman with long raven black hair, with a silver streak from each temple. Ragnar seemed to be hypnotized by the scene unfolding before him; never had his clansmen told such a story as this. The girl lay seeming to be asleep in the air far above his head. He could hear whispering in his mind, the voice closing the watch towers one by one. When the last and final tower was closed, the young girls’ body plummeted into the water.

“WAKE CHILD!” Seemed to scream in Ragnar’s head. He shook his head quickly trying to shake the haze from his mind and dove into the water. The sun still beamed into the depths and he was able to grab her wrist before she was swallowed by the blackness. He kicked and pulled her to the surface where he took a great gasp of air that burned his lungs. Everything seemed to happen so fast that it was almost dreamlike. They floated on the surface while he caught his breath and his mind was racing as he held the girl around the waist. Bubbles started to come to the surface slowly at first and then faster, faster they came. Coming so fast in just a few seconds you would think that the lake was a boiling pot. As the bubbles popped a silver liquid floated on top of the water.

Ragnar tightened his arm around the girl and started to swim backwards away from the silver puddle that was forming on top of the water. The more he backed up the faster the bubbles surfaced and the larger the silver pool was. It seemed to have a life because it was floating across the water toward them. He swam and kicked and wished he had thought to kick his leather boots off. Finally he reached the water’s edge and carried the girl to the tall grass near the water. He laid her down but as he did he realized that she was naked. He laid her on her side and with her back exposed he saw a pattern running down her spine. It started at the top of her buttock and ran up her entire back and disappeared into her hair. He noticed the pattern appeared again at her temples but stopped there. It was a different coloration in her skin in a very intricate pattern that was truly magnificent, the same deep purple like a brilliant gem. For a split second he put his fingers to the top of her buttocks and slowly ran his fingers up her spine.

As he did he could feel all of the things the female voice summoned in the wind and then a great rush of calm inside him. He reached out to feel with his left hand the same, but he felt nothing but flesh, no salt, no wind nothing. His right hand lay on her back once more and the rush of all the smells and tastes, but with the left hand nothing. Then all the senses stopped, just disappeared even when his right hand touched her. He moved her head and touched her temples and they were freezing cold, like the dead of the winter. This is where the two silver streaks grew and lay in the rest of her midnight black hair. Her eyes started to flutter and he quickly covered her with his fur jerkin. She opened her eyes and looked into Ragnar’s face. He slowly smiled down at her and she hesitantly smiled back. There was something they both felt deep in their souls. A link between them, like an invisible string, drawing them to one another.

“Ragnar is my name, what shall we call you?” He said in a sort of dumbfounded voice.

“Amethyst Rain.” She said as she lifted her head and in her eyes he could see a silver reflection.

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