The One Armed, Three Legged Chair

By Joseph Vincent

The One Armed, Three Legged Chair, a fantasy adventure that will transport you into a world only dreamed of. There you will meet the Omach, who will entrance you with his 'wizardarious' concoctions and incredible creations. After magically giving a brave and curious bird named Zair the power of speech, the Omach brings an old rickety chair to life. Not content with that, the chair demands a mouth, an ear and an eye... Thus begins the adventure of their lives. The Omach is confronted with his mysterious past along with his evil brother, an angry wizard determined to destroy the one armed, three legged chair at any cost. Banding together, the Omach, Zair and the other birds from the meadow battle the dark forces and the power of the bleeding heart. After facing fire, death and destruction, the power of love and brotherhood prevails. Peace comes to those who need it most and beauty is restored to what was once dead and ugly!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joseph Vincent
• Release date: Jan 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311221513

Joseph Vincent

I have written The One Armed, Three Legged Chair to be read and enjoyed. All I ask is that you leave an honest review, as I am currently working on The Little Red Girl and any feedback would be appreciated. Thank you in advance.

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The One Armed, Three Legged Chair

By Joseph Vincent

Copyright 2014 by Joseph Vincent

Smashwords Edition

TOATLC…

Off in the distance, nestled in the shade of a large grove of fruit trees, was a small domed hut. A wizard known only as the Omach was there snuggled warmly in his bed fast asleep. As always he slept until the singing and cheerful chirping of the meadow birds filled his ears.

While in the place between sleep and awakening, the Omach’s nightmare started! As in most cases, it was pleasant at first, a flying dream. Without a care in the world, the Omach soared high above the meadow, weightless in body and soul. He watched the clouds change shape, turning intro faces and creatures and only things that appear in dreams. He laughed loudly as the curious birds flew around him, awestruck by the sight before their eyes.

One of the birds caught his eye; he was large, brown and oddly shaped. The Omach thought at first glance that he was made of wood, but quickly dismissed the thought knowing that a wooden bird could never fly.

He watched the strange creature soaring at first below him and then up and directly above him. The Omach, being in a dream, rolled over on his back to get a better view. The odd bird stretched his wings out and with their expansion shaded him from the suns that warmed his weightless body. Without the glare of the suns in his eyes, the Omach could see that the bird was indeed made of wood.

What a strange sight, the Omach said aloud. I wonder…

But before the Omach could finish his thought, the wooden and oddly shaped bird burst into flames! The other birds surrounded him, flapping their wings feverishly in a futile effort to extinguish the flames. The Omach watched in disbelief as the bird burned before his eyes.

Trying desperately to change his course upward so that he could help, the Omach found himself unable to move. Then the head of the burning bird broke away from the body. It fell in slow motion straight for the Omach. As it neared the helpless wizard, it grew and grew until it was twice his size.

He could feel the heat from the flames intensify as the ball of fire came ever closer. The sound of crackling and popping grew louder and louder. Paralyzed and filling with fear the Omach closed his eyes and cried out for help.

Then there was silence and a wisp of coolness caressing his now limp body.

It is okay… I am the one in need of help, a small and quivering voice whispered in his ear. I am the one headed for destruction.

Opening his eyes, the Omach did not see the burning bird as he expected. To his surprise it was a chair hovering above him, a small delicate chair with wings fluttering so quickly they were a blur! There was a bird perched on the back of the chair cocking his head back and forth. He moved his beak in such a way that he appeared to have lips… and was trying to speak.

With his paralysis gone, the Omach reached upward with his right arm in an effort to touch the chair. What destruction do you speak of chair? the Omach questioned stretching as far as possible.

The bird on the chair’s back dug in its talons and started to flap its wings, pulling the chair further from the Omach. Its lip-like beak smiled a sinister smile and answered; It is not for you to know! And with a mighty swoosh the bird and the little winged chair disappeared into the distance.

The Omach watched and called out to the chair but it was gone. A great heart shaped cloud moved from the east into the sky where the Omach still watched for the strange little winged chair. It grew into an immense barrier and quickly turned blood red. The Omach again was filled with fear and a familiar feeling crept into his being… a long buried memory was trying to escape the place he had hidden it long ago.

The center of the blood red cloud turned to liquid and began to drip screaming drops of blood. The Omach shielded his face from the rain of blood. As the drops came closer, the screaming got louder and as they passed they faded away. The drops that hit his body burned like the stinging of firezants.

Help me… The Omach heard and quickly uncovered his eyes.

Looking through the torrent of what was now screaming, streaming, burning tears, the Omach could see the little chair falling from the center of the blood filled cloud. Its wings were gone, leaving it with no way to help itself. As it fell closer towards the Omach, the chair got bigger and bigger until it was full-sized and falling even faster.

The Omach had to do something. He started to move his arms and legs as if he were swimming, in an attempt to move towards the chair. His progress was slow and exhausting. It was a futile effort. Before the Omach could gain any distance on the chair, it whizzed by him heading straight for disaster!

Jerking his body and pointing it downward, the Omach struggled with all of his might to gain on the plummeting chair. The wind from his descent drowned out the chair’s cries for help.

The Omach was closing the gap and soon at terminal velocity… I am coming chair! he yelled as loudly as possible, I am coming!

Suddenly, the Omach felt a tugging at his feet. He slowed down. Looking over his shoulder he saw the wooden bird with his talons clutching the heels of his shoes. His wings were spread wide creating tremendous drag.

What are you doing? the Omach yelled. I have to save the chair!

The wooden bird only smiled.

The Omach turned to the chair that seconds later, smashed into zillions of pieces as it crashed into a large boulder. The Omach was overcome with despair and disappointment that he could not save the chair.

Nice try though Omach, the wooden bird said and let go of his shoes. Now maybe you can save yourself!

The Omach turned and saw the wooden bird flapping its enormous wings as it disappeared into the red, bleeding cloud.

Looking frantically at the speeding towards him ground, the Omach tried to jerk his body horizontal so that he might at least slow down. He was going too fast. He tried to spread out his