Preface

King Kimbryl sat in his throne built of solid gold. A crown rested on his head made of diamonds with rubies and emeralds surrounding the tips. His army stood impatiently in front of him, waiting for a command. A cold breeze sent shivers down the soldier’s spines in the deep valleys.

“People!” he yelled across the land. “I gather you here today to fight under my name against Lord Daegon! He travels here as I speak on the hyroin of his own with no sign of fear! Prepare for battle!”

The men yelled with encouragement to his command. A grin overcame Salvador Kimbryl unseen by anyone, because his palace that took shape of a pyramid was too high for the human eye to reach.

A roar disturbed the men’s screeches. In the distance flew Lord Daegon. The wings of his hyroin, known as Theophylis, spread the wingspan of four men. Nearly one hundred thousand evil souls exited the chest of Daegon as Theophylis flew lower to the ground releasing breaths of every element known to man.

“Release the catapults! Fire the branded arrows!” Balls of hay were lit and thrown into the sky as heated arrows were released also. The balls of fire did nothing to the evil creature in the sky, and the arrows only made him furious.

Lord Daegon jumped from his beast to land in front of his enemy’s army that which fought off the souls of Daegon. A sword with the word Spirit carved in top was unsheathed from his side; he had entered the war himself. King Kimbryl watched his unit fall to the ground as Daegon eventually made it to the palace. He climbed the stairs as the king of Dem v’oure watched in fear, leading him to his death...

The spirit of Lord Daegon entered the palace and was revealed to another soul behind bars of lambroad, which is what enabled vulnerability.

“Anthony...” Lord Daegon’s voice echoed with a demonic tone. “What has happened?”

“Release me,” Saint Anthony commanded.

Lord Daegon split the bars with his sword; a decision that changed history.

“We will meet again soon,” were Anthony’s last words before he vanished into black smoke...

Forty-three years since the last sighting of Saint Anthony. As time passes, his soul hides in a place unknown. People suffer in his holy fire one after another. He becomes more powerful for each life lost.

Daegon controls the earth as Saint Anthony controls the spiritual dimension. With both superior spirits leading their armies, there will soon be a day where the armies form as one...

| Chapter 1 |
Early Rise

I awoke to the sweet aroma of my mother cooking breakfast. I could smell the bread loaf and meat strips as if they were hovering under my nose. My mouth watered with the thought of a delicious taste that would soon fill my mouth. I hadn’t eaten at all since breakfast of yesterday; winter was here, and our family was still to prepare.

My eyes were squinted from the bright light that shone through my window of my bedroom wall. Morning had formed from midnight yet again. The pale moon had fallen, and the bright sun arose over the horizontal boundaries of the hills.

For the past month, my elder, my father, my mother and I have worked hard to withstand the harsh season that stood in front of us. Hunting was too difficult, because animals would only care for themselves. And some animals crawled in our forest that were too dangerous to withstand.

Small rodents only made it worse by picking into our crops, roaming our home for warmth, so traps were forced to be set.

In the morning our father would usually go hunting for food. On the other hand, my mother cooked, cleaned, and cared for my elder and me.

One family (a very important family) lived about three fourths of a mile away from our home. In that home lived Kerridwin Golleighd Phranktis, Cerridwin Whitman Phranktis, and Rhaegin Hylmirre Phranktis—Kerridwin being the father. Their mother died from giving birth to Rhaegin, supporting a new life that began. Cerridwin had been born two years before that.

Kerridwin had times of the roughest when she had passed, but still loved his children dearly.

Twice a month, Kerridwin and Cerridwin would go with my father to hunt. Very seldom would they come back with a prize of none. Many times, the prize would be a night wolf or deer, but most of the time it was only a couple of squirrels, rabbits, or raccoons.

At midday, work was needed. Our family would fertilize the soil of our crop field. On our crop field grew corn, tomatoes, squash, wheat, and occasionally would be many other varieties of fruits, vegetables, and breads. In the winter, collard or turnip greens were attempted to be prepared, but were not always successful.

As the sun began to sink, dinner was usually prepared. Many times we would not eat, for some crops did not grow, and hunting was not always successful.

By midnight, night wolves howled at the moon that hung in the sky. My eyes would close, and the day would return to a resurrection of the one before.

Although I lived in a cold area, which was the city of Raelm, it became hot in the summer. And in the winter, lives could suffer if spent too long outside...