4 Elements Of War: The Adventures Of Janr Ssor, #5

By Janr Ssor

A 3000 year old battle is foretold by two Delphian Oracles with one tongue. The arena's are 4 and never before. Fought in the D-dimension, you will experience the war worlds of Air, Fire, Water and Earth, which only exist once every 3000 years at the will of a sentience so ancient no one knows its name.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Janr Ssor
• Release date: Sep 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781301723270

Book preview

It was night, I was pretty sure, as I wrestled with elusive sleep. My thoughts behind closed lids melted into vivid dream scenes of unearthly places. I was surrounded by landscapes of jagged mountain craters with sun blazed moon like bleakness and then they dissolved back again to the darkness beyond my eyelids. This happened over and over again. It felt like tuning in a channel on an ancient T.V. set until this very moment as something solidified.  Now, it was different! I was slipping uncontrollably  on a floor of nothingness; then falling down an elevator shaft of total blackness. I felt no fear in falling, just rapid disorienting movement. It seemed at first unending as I listened to the ghostly strains of Vanilla Fudge singing You Keep Me Hangin' On. As I fell, my speed did not seem to increase but finally my body landed, with a somewhat resounding slap, on a cushioned but firm floor, in a place of total darkness.

It was deathly quiet all around me. The air was cool and damp but there was a faint smell of adrenalin and perspiration, and I knew it was not mine. The hairs rose on the back of my neck and my stomach tightened as if awaiting a blow from an opponent. I rolled upward in a vain effort to look around.

Near to me a disembodied voice shouted with intensity, down! With which I hastily complied as a thundering bolt of lightning passed over my head to impact somewhere in the distance. Its ending blow against some distant structure echoed in the surrounding silence of what it now defined as a huge cavern. An unseen hand of strength and confidence grasped mine. Its disembodied voice shouted run and pulled me along as we scurried for shelter from what I did not know. My naked feet propelled me against a cool, yielding rubber like floor that reminded me of the gym I had exercised in when I was a kid. There was almost no sound in our rushing just the muffled slapping of our feet upon this invisible surface. It was total darkness that should have rendered me paralyzed; yet, my fear of running into the unseen was less terrorizing