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The flying stone of light — Three Stones of Destiny

UFOs: Seeing Is Believing

UFOs: Seeing Is Believing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


The trio emerged some time later, full of mirth and a little unsteady on their feet. A faug servant smiled at them as they stumbled together across the platform. The three were muttering incoherent grunts in faugish with arms wrapped around shoulders. The sun of Luma was near to the western horizon where a thin line of yellow barely distinguished the far Wastes of Nug beyond the melded hues of green that could be seen through breaks in the clouds. A little to the north of Luma was a star that brightened and moved slightly.

The romantic among the three, Treetam, stopped to look at the star, causing them all to topple in a heap on the platform. She pointed. ‘I think I have refreshed myself with too much Merma-mead. I fancy that wonderful moondrop has moved from its place in the greater sky.’

‘Indeed, your eyes must be rolling, Treet. Moondrops do not move,’ Ezof blurted.

‘Sheez right … or my eyes must be rolling too,’ Mitac managed to say.

All three were now watching the star that continued to grow in size and visibly move across the sky as it seemed to make its way towards them.

Ezof’s jaw dropped. ‘I vow not to drink too much Merma-mead again. I am seeing a vision of light!’

Some faugs who were out on the platform also looked up. The glowing star was taking form, like a shining stone suspended in the air, and they all could hear a low humming that was alien to the ear. The faugs quickened their pace towards the platform and the entrance to Greenfaug, casting up nervous glances at the shining object that whirred ever nearer. The triplets were too drunk and awe-struck to move, and lay with mouths agape at the spectacle.

The object grew larger as it flew rapidly over the forest towards them. Its hum pulsed along with the lights that flickered around it as it revolved. The erfins could only stare at it in amazement, then looked at each other to confirm that they all could see it. This was not how the goddess Yu had been described. She had no shining throne that flew through the sky. She was in the air, and in the great tree that was home to the royals of Greenfaug. She was the tree and spirit. But this … thing … this flying stone of light was not anything they had ever been told about.




The castle of Wergaen — Three Stones of Destiny

Stirling Castle portcullis dsc06571

Stirling Castle portcullis dsc06571 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When everyone had finished eating, Mirrortac ordered them to begin their march up the narrow stairway. Ameece mooched along at the tail of the party, accompanied by her ever-present and loyal guardian, Evarngar. She was sullen and even less impressed now than before. Her despair hung thickly in the atmosphere.

In next to no time they were able to peer up and make out the brilliant yellow walls of the castle with its inscriptions in some unknown tongue. Twenty steps on, they could see the blue spires spearing upwards from each of the three towers, and above them the looped, diamond shaped pinnacles and poles. Aquamarine flags fluttered on the poles, bearing an alien symbol. Enormous webs were strung between the spires, hinting of some oversized arachnid. Mirrortac knew this did not bode well, and the hyfnuks shuddered when they beheld the ominous webbing. Each step was also marked with alien symbols which Mirrortac examined as he crept up each one.

As they ascended around a sharp curve, the steps levelled out, stopping short of a high arched gateway. A portcullis blocked the entrance. It bore a central metal plate bearing the symbol Delta and below it an inscription that Mirrortac translated to mean “Protectorate of Oashu”. The first Stone of Destiny was somewhere beyond that gate and in the castle. And obtaining it would be no mean task, the erfin judged.

The hyfnuks inspected the gate and the castle with something close to awe. Karn ran his palms over the stonework and the metal bars of the portcullis, feeling the solidity and hardness of these alien materials. Ameece lifted her eyes with cautious scrutiny, taking in the wall of the castle beyond the gateway. High above them, the twin green flags hung limp from the pole on the central tower; ominous in the still air.

Mirrortac lifted the Werdstone up to the central plate of the portcullis and uttered a few brief words of maja.The aged metal squeeked into life, groaning as the gate lifted into the stone arch above. He stepped forward into the courtyard followed by Ameece and their retinue of hyfnuks. Around them the ground was just dust with no ornaments or fountains to please the eye. A shadowy archway yawned at them from the base of the central tower, revealing a wide internal stairway as they approached. A fragment of giant web, like rope, was strung out from a nearby balcony to the perimeter wall. The Werdstone pulsed brightly like a guiding beacon, showing the way. Mirrortac let it pull him into the darkened stairway of the central tower and up its spiral to the level above them.

Wizard’s Sword races

The four tribes of the Meretees islands people

The Wizard’s Sword is not populated with the usual dwarves, elves, trolls and so on that all began with our inspiration JRR Tolkien. Therefore, I thought I would devote this post to the peoples who populate my novel, beginning with the race of the main character Mirrortac – the erfins. Here is how I described each race.

Erfins: The erfins were grey of fur and thickset with pointed cat-like ears and large eyes.

Madin: This race is extinct but were mountain people coming from the same stock as the erfins. The Madin’s fur was courser and they were slightly taller than their erfin cousins.

Faugs: These were forest people who lived in communities up in the huge trees of the Faug Forest. Standing before him were three tall beings, easily one and a half erfin-lengths high with faces like gibbons. They were each cloaked in large leathery wings of mottled green and one of them was holding a double-bladed axe made of stone that had been chiselled and honed to a fine sharp edge.

Petros: These were strange cave dwellers how lived across the Wastes of Nug (a desert). Mirrortac swung his head around and saw what was a strange legless being of the colour of orange and cream. It moved as though half sitting with a single flap of muscle which acted as a leg to pull it slowly across the sand. Its skin was reticulated and smooth like snakeskin and it was able to support itself upon two clawed hands. Two large and round blue eyes dominated its oval-shaped head that was covered in a thin layer of grey hair. A single horn jutted out from its forehead and two fangs protruded out of the corners of  its mouth.

Meretees – four distinct tribes. They hark from a group of islands in the sea known as the Sufra Mere.

Serenetees: This tribe are explorers who sail the seas in boats pulled by dolphin-like creatures. Standing an erfin-length away and peering out was a being of just over an erfin-length in stature. Its blue-grey fur lay close against its body that was slim and fish-like in its sleekness. The being’s feet were webbed and its hands were partly webbed. Mirrortac could see four thin long whiskers protruding out from its snout while upon its head it wore an aureum crown that swept back in a diamond of which the lower portion was longest. 

Children of the Divine Green: This tribe lives on the islands and spends most of their time in among the forests and beaches. They are the most colourful and could be compared to hippies. The ones on shore also wore capes but of crimson designs inlaid within gold. They also wore robes that loosely covered their bodies, allowing only for the extremities to be exposed. The robes were of a green wavy gloss material. Instead of gold helmets, they wore headdresses of vines and flowers, perfumed with delicate pink petals. Adornments of metal ringlets, necklaces of white and black shells and garlands of aromatic flowers were worn around arms, legs and draped generously about their robed bodies. There were females and males, children and those of all ages. Violet smears of fragrant essences were evident upon many faces, highlighting cheeks and eyebrows, completing the gaudy island people.

The Ra-finelles: These could be best compared to priests, but more like druids then regular clergy. These lived inside a huge pyramid that dominated one end of the island Plumer-Ra. Mirrortac was startled at the god-like bearing and dress of the meretee. Ix wore a brilliant white satin robe overlaid with the repeated pattern of crescents and twelve-pointed stars. A yellow belt with green cross-staves was tied about his waist and on his head he wore a crown of crimson-gold metal that rose above his head in three high flames. His eyes were highlighted and he was tall. 

The Astellites (Ass-tell-it-ees): This tribe is entirely made up of females who live in the crater of a long extinct volcano. They are astronomers. In the dim light of moon-drops, he could see the dark hue of their robes but could not make out the colour. Occasionally one of the figures raised its head to speculate quietly on the strange visitor. Polished silver metal headdresses in the shape of an irregular six-pointed star encircled their faces. The Astellites were shorter than all other Meretees but in the silent green moons of their eyes, the erfin sensed an almost sinister presence, which sent a shiver up his spine. 

Nerthulians: The final race are Nerthulians, who are basically humans. Mirrortac meets them in another dimension where the Nerthulians are held captive by a sorcerer and sorceress.

Note: The drawings are rough but give you a better idea of the Meretees.

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