Deceiving Appearances

By Beth Hoyer

The old female, Roberta sat by the fireplace with a fire roaring away bringing warmth in the room, from the cave dwelling she was in.
She sat in an armchair patiently waiting while glancing at the video screened window that showed the setting sun over fire eaten ground. She heard noises of people coming into the room from eating dinner chattering away.
She eyed her grandchildren who sat next to the fireplace. Their chatter talk, she overheard, talking about wanting to see the surface, living above ground, before the disaster of a fire destroyed everything, causing them to live underground, including in the seas on the bottom depths via caves and underwater domes, found and created by God's Seer, Nikolas himself.
Roberta frowned sitting hearing the grandchildren's talk till they became silent and saw them gazing at the fire. She figured that they were daydreaming again.
She spoke loudly "Grandchildren, I have a story to tell you so do you care to listen to it?"
Roberta eyed the grandchildren who shifted attention from the fireplace towards her. They gave her head bobs in the ancient Human style while focused onto her attentively. Roberta began her tale.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Beth Hoyer
• Release date: Feb 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310281228

Beth Hoyer

I'm currently a lover of cats. I love to type stories on my computer for hours. I like the science fiction fantasy genre with romance thrown in it when it comes to my stories. I like to take hikes through forests snapping photos to use as my covers for my stories. I'm an aspiring author of science fiction fantasy.AccomplishmentWe that seek goals and dreams,Seek many ways for the dreams,To be accomplished.We that seek the path to the goal,Know there will be many paths.Choosing the right one,Will take time.We that dream the impossible,To be accomplished,Will face many,Obstacles, bridges,And challenges,To be overcome in time.It will take time for,There’s no challenge too great,Nor too small that waits,To be conquered.

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Deceiving Appearances

Edenia Series

Copyright Beth Hoyer 2015

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Prologue

The old female, Roberta sat by the fireplace with a fire roaring away bringing warmth in the room, from the cave dwelling she was in.

She sat in an armchair patiently waiting while glancing at the video screened window that showed the setting sun over fire eaten ground. She heard noises of people coming into the room from eating dinner chattering away.

She eyed her grandchildren who sat next to the fireplace. Their chatter talk, she overheard, talking about wanting to see the surface, living above ground, before the disaster of a fire destroyed everything, causing them to live underground, including in the seas on the bottom depths via caves and underwater domes, found and created by God's Seer, Nikolas himself.

Roberta frowned sitting hearing the grandchildren's talk till they became silent and saw them gazing at the fire. She figured that they were daydreaming again.

She spoke loudly Grandchildren, I have a story to tell you so do you care to listen to it?

Roberta eyed the grandchildren who shifted attention from the fireplace towards her. They gave her head bobs in the ancient Human style while focused onto her attentively. Roberta began her tale.

Story Begins:

The stranger yelled Blast the horse!

The horse he was on reared up nearly knocking him off her back. He kept a hand hold on the reins forcing him to stay on the horse's saddle. He gripped the reins tighter and forced the mare to stand despite rearing up on her back legs.

The stranger eyed the bushes clustered around a tree gathered ahead in front of him. He eyed them with the moonlight shining overhead.

He narrowed his eyes glaring at the bushes as they rumbled along with the gathering trees nearby. The rumbling was making his senses blare warning giving him a fearful feeling. He continued to stiffen as the bushes showed a group of men wearing masks over their torn armored clothes.

They gave up Surrender your gold or else!

The stranger Nikolas, wound up eyeing the bandits with disgust. He eyed the males that charged towards him while giving off sounds that made him think it related to cocking their arrows.

He forced the horse to move by kicking her sides with his feet hearing her whinny sound of terror. Nikolas felt himself further disgusted as he looked behind him to see the bandits were giving chase on foot while shooting arrows aimed at him. He stiffened sensing that they were targeting his horse judging by the lowness of the arrows aiming towards her instead of him.

He allowed the horse to have her head running through the bushes weaving around the trees till he heard a river sound. He guided her towards it due to knowing that the bandits would give up chase if he and the mare went into the water.

He saw a short stone wall blocking his way in the distance urged the horse to jump over it. He found his order obeyed finding themselves falling into a river which he clung to the horse in a tight grip as they splashed underwater.

Nikolas felt the horse swimming in the water from the feeling of sinking not felt as he and she reached the surface.

He heard the bandits on the shore, roar off sounds of frustrations to him behind him. As the mare reached the other side of the river and got out of the water.

He looked behind him with frustration seeing the bandits on the river bank on the opposite side still roaring away while shooting arrows. He found their arrows were going into the water and appearing to avoid hitting him.

He would have to take another route through the forest to get to his destination.

Nikolas spoke out loud Ouch, the bandits for ruining things.

He heard a soft whinny sound from the horse gently patted her on the side.

Nikolas spoke out loud "It's servitude to the High Council I refused to do hence I on this blasted horse ride away from them. I don't care what people say I'm not showing up for that servitude to get into becoming an assassin by the High Council's teachers, I haven't met before.

I refused to be used as an assassin of the High Council killing people, who displease the group. It's that I prefer a life of servitude to a female I haven't met before but kept on dreaming about named Georgina.

Hence I on this horse ride away from the city of Elizabethan Town to the seaport of Janeiro, in hopes of finding that battleship on the seas containing Georgina. I couldn't get a ride out via vehicle or plane or anything like that despite using this horse I stole, from the natives fearful of hidden monsters sucking people's blood in the jungles.

I'm stuck to use this horse as a means of travel to get to Janeiro a seaport city."

He quit his chatter, gently patted the horse on the side and urged her to follow the river bank a lengthy period of time till a bridge of stone came into view. He reached the other side and sighed forcing the horse to gallop in the forest.

Till she halted the riding by rearing up again indicating Humans, bandits, hidden in the bushes waiting to pounce by the plants rumbling in front of them abruptly.

He stiffened from the feeling of fear hitting him felt the mare's nervousness as the bushes and trees stopped rumbling showing a male figure with bony arms flexing in his direction, with pale skin not seen the sun and glowing golden colored eyes with black hair, and fanged teeth that gave up rumbling growls that appeared to be too big for his face, including clothes of armor belonging to the High Council to his disgust.

Nikolas eyed the male, he figured was an assassin, sent by the High Council to acquire him, warily to toss a knife aimed at the assassin's heart area. He found the knife entering the assassin's front finding the assassin tumbling backwards into the bushes.

He wound up urging the horse to gallop away ignoring the male he assumed was knocked down via the knife to chest.

Nikolas urged her to follow the river bank a lengthy period of time till a bridge of stone came into view despite sensing her indicating of being followed. He sighed and guided the horse over the narrow stone bridge that seemed to be made for the natives on horse back to travel over the river.

He reached the other side and sighed forcing the horse to gallop in the forest.

He forced the horse to gallop in the steamy heat drying him from the river's wetness. She again halted the riding by rearing up. She again indicated people hidden in the bushes waiting to pounce by the greenery rumbling in front of them abruptly.

He stiffened from the feeling of fear hitting him felt the mare's nervousness. As the bushes and trees stopped rumbling showing a familiar male appearing to be a High Council's assassin from the looks of him, he recognized was the one he met and knifed.

He felt disgust finding the assassin had a knife sticking out of the shoulder area, he out of knives to throw who pulled it out with a bony hand. The sick assassin from the looks of him wound up, bared its fanged teeth gnashing them together along with repeated mouth open gestures.

He urged the horse in another direction away from the assassin who gave up a loud ear shattering roar behind him along with feeling something whizzing by his head he sensed was the knife thrown at him.

He allowed the horse to have her way through the forest running with fear sensed from her and himself. He looked behind him to see the assassin was behind them running and using acrobatic moves onto the bushes and trees to use them to keep after them while gaping its mouth open and shut with tongue sticking out at each open mouth gesture.

He stiffened seeing that feeling fear hitting him shifted to face the front while riding the horse. He heard silence in the forest instead of the familiar sounds of crickets sounding. Along with loud breathing from the horse and himself as he gasped for air mouth breathing hard with panic set in.

Nikolas began to only to feel a compelling feeling of being calm abruptly.

Nikolas obeyed to the feeling forcing himself to breathe through his nose. He urged the horse to continue galloping.

He heard sounds of a roaring river nearby forced the mare towards the noises while glancing behind him to see the assassin hadn't given up chase. He felt himself more nervous from the river's noises than the chasing assassin.

Nikolas groaned as the horse reared up throwing her hind legs behind her while hearing grunting groans from the assassin behind. He adjusted the horse from kicking to head towards the river crashing through the bushes. Nikolas hearing her whinnying sounding panicky to him along with hearing growls from the assassin behind him still chasing.

Nikolas found to his fear that there was a rocky cliff with another cliff in another direction with distance too far for a horse to jump.

He urged the horse to follow the cliff's line thinking to himself There's got to be a way for me to get across safely.

Nikolas heard the assassin roar behind him urged the horse to halt and turn around facing while pulling out his sword. He kept a firm hand on the reins eyeing the assassin that came into view charging towards him.

Nikolas raised his sword and waited as the assassin pounced jumping in the air towards him. He swung his sword as the assassin and he collided.

Earlier going through the ocean waters was a large island like sea boat a part of the United States' Navy annexed by the Soulers, slayers of the raging vampires running amok in the jungles of South America. The ship went up and down the moving ocean and inside a room appearing to be a gym room for working out martial arts was two figures, one working out while the other was watching like a teacher.

One of the figures, the watching one, spoke Again Georgina ordering to a young woman with brown hair and green eyes with a Human appearance of a full grown adult female that was kicking hitting the punching bag.

She gave a yell Mahalia!

Mahalia was the official victory yell by the Humans, the Lower Ones when used in fights to scream their heads off.

With a kick the bag with such force that it swung and fell off the hook attached to low ceiling.

The sensei aka teacher, master a male with almond shaped eyes of all blue and a bald head devoid of hair spoke again Good now do the push ups about ten of them.

Georgina groaned sweat glistening off of her face and skin of her tight tank top and shorts stuck to her female body. She fell towards the