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    The Tale of Onora: The Boy and the Peddler of Death
    The Tale of Onora: The Boy and the Peddler of Death
    The Tale of Onora: The Boy and the Peddler of Death
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    The Tale of Onora: The Boy and the Peddler of Death

    By Dylan Saccoccio

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    In Book 1, a boy at the brink of adulthood travels beyond the ruins of an ancient elven city, to The Crown of The World in the far north. It is there where he meets his father for the first time, in search of the answers and reasons his mother refuses to discuss. At the risk of his life, he learns that finding the truth requires knowing The Tale of Onora.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDylan Michael Saccoccio
    Release dateApr 7, 2014
    ISBN9781500282844
    The Tale of Onora: The Boy and the Peddler of Death
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    Dylan Saccoccio

    Ancient History • Astrotheology • Language MasteryMy work will save you thousands of hours and millions of dollars (should you be an entrepreneur) so you can learn the system of priestcraft that governs this world without sacrificing your health, your mental well-being, and the best years of your life trying to figure it out on your own. Not only will you become unhexable, if you do the work in Get Mad or Get Realistic, you will dial in your physique and become top-shelf. Only the strong survive.

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      The Tale of Onora - Dylan Saccoccio

      The Tale of Onora

      The Boy and the Peddler of Death

      Dylan Saccoccio

      Copyright © 2014 Dylan Saccoccio

      All rights reserved.

      ISBN: 9781310376948

      ISBN-13: 978-1500282844

      CONTENTS

      Chapter 1 The Inquiries of Devils

      Chapter 2 A Drink to the Past

      Chapter 3 The Morning of a War

      Chapter 4 Heroes and Murderers

      Chapter 5 A Light From the Forest

      CHAPTER 1

      The Inquiries of Devils

      WINTER’S BREATH DUSTED THE landscape with snowdrifts. The stark trees quivered naked in the blistering wind. Barren ridges of rock jutted out of gravel and dirt. Patches of grass were seldom seen and mostly dead.

      A cloaked figure’s boots crunched through the terrain with purpose. There burned a fire in his heart, fueled by the only true thing needed to keep him warm.

      The taste of defeat can spur a man to do awe-inspiring things. It sows the seeds of vengeance in the soil of his soul. Exile nourishes those seeds, giving them all the room they need to flourish, till the day their roots sprout out of the cold dark earth and bear fruit of the most terrible kind.

      This was not the first time the cloaked figure approached the Gates of Septentrion. History was not so kind to him on the first excursion. However, this time was different. This time there was no army behind him or weapons in his hands. This time, he came alone. What he had within him was more dangerous than a standing army.

      He advanced towards the entrance to the Nordic lands, sealed off from the rest of the world by an ever-expanding rampart of magnificent walls. They protected the entire country. For as far as the eye could see, lookout towers scraped the bottom of the sky. On each side of the gate, monolithic statues of ancient Nordic Elves reminded all those who approach that they were advancing towards the birthplace of destruction magick.

      Halt! a guard from the city watch ordered.

      The cloaked figure stopped in his tracks.

      What business have you in the north, stranger? the guard asked.

      Che’el De’Trezen, the cloaked figure replied.

      The capital? the guard asked, smiling at his fellow watchmen. My apologies, sir. We’re at capacity and the city hasn’t a need for austral beggars at the moment!

      The guards jeered with laughter.

      The cloaked figure remained still.

      The air shimmered around one of them. His eyes opened wide and a blank expression eclipsed his face. Blood trickled from his nose and oozed out of his ears like a crimson fountain. He felt the blood and then held his hands in front of his face to examine it.

      The guard whimpered as he stumbled to stay on his feet. His comrades stared aghast as they watched blood spill out of his mouth. His eyes bulged. They popped out like projectiles, leaving streaks of slime on the surfaces they hit. Gore spewed from the pits in his skull as he dropped to his knees and slumped over.

      By the time I’m finished with your city, the cloaked figure shouted. There shall be nothing but beggars left of your race! Ye shall be the austral ones as ye look up at me from thy knees, slaves! By this time tomorrow, the rest of the world shall baptize ye as the guttersnipes who thought they knew magick!

      The Nordic guards spun their wizardry in an attempt to shame the cloaked figure, but he was quick to interrupt their spells. His breath drained the energy out of the aether. The spheres of magick forming in the guards’ palms disintegrated like dandelions losing their seeds to the wind.

      The cloaked figure raised his palms towards the colossal statues and closed his fists like a champion celebrating victory. An unnatural crack of immeasurable weight split through the quiet landscape.

      He brought the statues down like a conductor orchestrating a symphony. The broken halves plummeted through the city walls and the masterful Gates of Septentrion, reducing them to rubble. A giant plume of soot skyrocketed towards the heavens like an erupting volcano. Chunks of debris exploded in all directions as the cloaked figure guided them to his will. Once the raining stones ceased, everything returned to silence.

      The cloaked figure walked towards the once impregnable entrance to the north, now a pile of wreckage and a gaping void in the Nordic defenses. His lips discharged a dreadful smile as he admired the aftermath.

      Littered corpses twisted themselves over the rubble. The figure approached one that he recognized. The Nordic guard stared up at him. His face was caked with dust and blood. His body was contorted and pinned under slabs.

      Please, the guard begged. Quick… Make it… quick.

      The figure took pity on him. Most shall know me as the greatest there ever was. He took his eyes off the guard and assessed the destruction around them. But not your kind. No, your kind shall only know me by the trail of death I leave behind.

      He brought his gaze to the guard’s teary eyes. The shadow of a boot slowly eclipsed the Nord’s face. He flinched but said nothing.

      The figure shifted his weight on the guard’s throat. Wheezing came from his crushed esophagus. His spine snapped like a branch broken by a carriage.

      Charcoal clouds rained darkness over the nation’s capital, Che’el De’Trezen. Cinder fell like snowfall while red-tinged streaks of lightning struck the tops of steeples. They blasted massive splinters into jagged hailstorms that fell upon the fleeing victims. Meteors split the sky with their sooty wakes, hurling themselves into buildings.

      The cloaked figure stood amidst the meteor storm of his conjuring. Broken statues of mighty heroes and exemplars lay crumbled at his feet in the city’s plaza.

      A mother and her two small children, covered in soot and clueless, fled through the square.

      Where are your tin gods now? the cloaked figure shouted.

      They shot a frightened look in return.

      They’ve fled! he continued. Like ye!

      Other displaced Nords stumbled through the rubble, confused and in a stupor.

      Look at me! the cloaked figure screamed.

      Shock glazed over their faces. The whites of their eyes contrasted with the grime of their skin.

      Orbs of aether swirled around the cloaked figure’s hands. I desire your gaze upon me as I destroy ye! When the deformities of your flesh draw the inquiries of devils, I want their questions to elicit this moment for the entirety of your eternal damnation!

      Flames engulfed the city as gale winds swept embers about, igniting everything they touched. The cloaked figure used telekinesis to draw them and convert them into fireballs, and then he flung them at the fleeing citizenry.

      The fireballs exploded into crowds of people, setting their bursting limbs ablaze, ejecting burnt sinews in all directions.

      The cloaked figure turned his focus back upon the woman and her two children. The mother’s poise was fractured by distress.

      I long for your souls to haunt me, he called out to them. That I may best ye over and over again for all of time!

      He heaved a spell at them. The shockwave from its detonation blew his hair back and illuminated the whole square with a bright orange glow. When the flames subsided, scattered corpses lay gnarled over the cobblestones. Their clothes were singed off their unrecognizable bodies and their bald flesh was glossy like melted wax.

      The tragedy of all things being equal in Nordic Elfin society, on this day, was that the cloaked figure also saw all things as being equal. There was no king to seek out and execute publicly, no leaders to make examples of. There were no statesmen to despoil or houses of parliament to burn. It was all or nothing, and so he chose to destroy it all.

      ______________________________

      IT HAD BEEN LIFETIMES since Woden Caliph used the power of the Trivium to destroy Che’el De’Trezen. Burning slag no longer charred the city, the clouds were no longer the color of charcoal, but now the color of pearls, and the streets were no longer gardens of dead bodies.

      Everything else was just as Woden had left it, lifeless, only now the crumbled statues and ruined buildings were covered in snow and what little vegetation this time of year yielded.

      A boy, not quite an adult but old enough to fend for himself, stood in the same footing as Woden did in the city’s plaza, when he brought fire down from the heavens and lobbed it at innocent victims.

      A chill gave him goosebumps as he stood in the eerie stillness, scanning his desolate surroundings. Nature is the fairest of judges. It is equally cruel to all things. It left Che’el De’Trezen vacant and seemingly bereft of life, now, just as it did all those years ago.

      The boy wondered if anything dwelled in the blackness beyond the shattered windows or the dark halls beyond the porticos and colonnades of the abandoned buildings. He equipped his bow and nocked an arrow.

      Just in case, he told himself. Just in case.

      He’d never been this far north before, but it somehow felt familiar. Something about the ancient city resonated with him. Even in its ruins, the layout of Che’el De’Trezen was mathematically perfect. As much as he wanted to stay and explore it, he was alone without a guide, and this was the last place he wanted to be when dusk swallowed the light.

      The boy walked away from the

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