Tales of the Neverwar - the Box Set: Tales of the Neverwar

By CJ Rutherford

Whoever controls the magic, wins the war.

Four books. One epic adventure.

Katheryn's ordinary life is turned upside down when she discovers she's the only thing standing between humanity's survival and the ultimate evil.

So begins a desperate battle across time, space, and multiple dimensions, as magic collides with science in an ancient battle for supremacy…for whoever controls the magic, wins the war.

Tales of the Neverwar is a series for all ages that will have you on the edge of your seat in the ultimate science fiction, fantasy adventure, where two worlds battle to save reality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Rutherford
• Release date: Sep 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386685159

CJ Rutherford

CJ Rutherford has always been a story teller, even if they started out in his mind only. He grew up on a farm in very rural Ireland, and was left pretty much to his own devices most of the time. ​So, he invented his own world, with fairies, trolls, and other mystical creatures. ​His stories stayed with him throughout his life, sometimes scrawled down on scraps of paper, and occasionally brought to life in a sketch (although he’s the first to admit what he drew and what you might see might not bear any similarity to each other.) ​Along came two daughters, and at last he had an outlet for his imagination. As the girls grew up they were enthralled by the characters and the worlds their father created. He even brought them to life in his fantasy world, and they never knew when he sat down to tell them their bed-time story, whether they would be fighting a dragon or playing with one. ​But time moves on, and daughters grow up, and soon enough, CJ needed another way to tell his tales. The rest, as they say, is history…or the future, depending on how you look at it. Tales of the Neverwar is a unique fantasy series, spanning two worlds, one of magic and one of science. Millennia ago, magic was hidden to prevent it being used by an ancient evil malevolence to conquer the universe. Now, the spell hiding it is failing, and the magical land of Teralia is about to re-enter our world. The Darkness, banished for thousands of years, awakens as the magic grows stronger, and searches for a way to use this new magic, this 'science', to free itself from the prison entombing it. 20-year-old Katheryn’s ordinary life is turned upside down when she discovers she’s the only thing standing between survival, and the destruction of everything she loves. So begins a desperate battle across time, space, and multiple dimensions, as magic collides with science in an ancient battle for supremacy…for whoever controls the magic, wins the war.

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Origins of the Never

TERALIA—MILLENNIA AGO

Laughter echoed through the air, as the two young elves climbed higher up the Tree. It had taken them most of this long day of summer to get this high, but their progress slowed as the light gave way to dusk. Both boys, while exhausted, were within reach of the swaying tips of the highest branches.

They had spent days sneaking along forbidden paths to reach the Faer Folk’s home. Countless spells guarded the Tree, and the clearing it grew in, but Olumé and Tenybris were more powerful than any other being in the Lands. Olumé was master at manipulating the subtleties of the magic flowing around them, but Tenybris possessed more ability to force these energies to follow his wishes. The boys were opposites in every possible way two beings of happiness and light could be. They loved each other as brothers did, and their powers complemented the others.

As Olumé gained a hand hold on the branch above, it twisted, threatening to cast him downward to the forest floor. There was a moment of panic as Olumé dropped, but a wave of Tenybris's hand bent the boughs below into a cradle.

I’d watch where you put your hands, my friend. Tenybris's laughed at his friend’s futile attempts to escape. He gained the highest branch. Victory was a few feet away.

Olumé smiled, closing his eyes. He sent a thought outwards, sensing the eager acceptance return from hundreds of small minds.

Tenybris screamed in alarm, grasping the trunk, as a flock of sparrows dived at him. They engulfed him in a cloud of feathers, distracting him just long enough for Olumé to escape the trap he had fashioned.

Olumé sped upwards, giggling as his avian friends continued their assault on Tenybris. And I wouldn’t allow myself to grow so confident, brother. Things have a way of righting other’s wrongs. Sensing the glee in the bird's simple minds, he sent his thanks to them as they dispersed.

Olumé clung to one side of the limb, smiling at his friend. Tenybris returned his grin, looking up at the victor.

Maker! I almost had you, Tenybris said, laughing. I would have won if not for those damned birds! I will never understand how you get them to obey you like that.

Olumé lips formed a crooked grin. Tenybris, you will never understand, because unlike you, I don’t get them to ‘obey’ me. They are my friends, the same as you are. He chuckled. I thought they might enjoy a game. I was correct.

Tenybris shook feathers from his long dark hair and grinned. Next time, can you ask them not to play so well? I think one of them left a worm in my ear.

Olumé laughed as Tenybris extracted a small wriggling form. He held it up, long enough for one of the flock to return for the morsel and pluck it from his fingers.

Discord from below interrupted their celebration. The denizens of the Tree saw through the spell the two friends used to cloak themselves. The leaves rustled and hundreds of the Faer flew upwards in pursuit of the interlopers.

Tenybris turned to his friend, smiling. Maybe it's time we were somewhere else? He watched the glowing forms speed closer by the second.

Perhaps we should stay and explain, Olumé said, chuckling as the mirth faded from his friend's face. No? Well I suppose we might find it hard to explain our game, with several hundred of the Faer Folk trying to kill us. Retreat might be the most sensible way to avoid any unpleasantness.

Both boys laughed, and joined hands as they jumped outwards away from the trunk, disappearing in a flash of light.

THE CORRIDORS RESOUNDED with merriment as the two boys ran laughing through the castle. They rounded a corner, bowling over a young elf carrying a stack of scrolls. The two boys halted abruptly, concern and embarrassment obvious on their faces.

Olumé bowed. I’m sorry Hallor. We have just returned after a most urgent, ah...errand. He glanced sideways at Tenybris, who was red faced and clearly struggling to contain his amusement. We were so excited to tell our news to my father, our enthusiasm caused our clumsiness. Please, let us help you. He bent to pick up some of the rolls of parchment skittering across the floor.

Hallor returned their smiles, albeit with a suspicious look.  "I have heard about this errand, my Lord, and I’m not sure your father would approve. He couldn’t bring himself to disapprove, however, as the Citadel staff had held a wager on the boys’ success, and even though currency didn’t truly exist here, Hallor expected to receive several rare spells as a prize. Now, why don’t you walk along to your quarters to calm down? I will clear up this mess." With a twitch of his index finger, the scrolls lined up and flew into a tidy stack, which hovered above his hand. Olumé jerked his head at his friend, and Tenybris followed him as they ran off, giggling hysterically.

Maker defend us when that boy comes to rule, Hallor thought, smiling. He and all the People loved the boys, but Hallor knew Tenybris. He was his cousin, and over the years Hallor had been the brunt of many of Tenybris’s jokes. He had experienced a dark side of Tenybris few others had, but he couldn’t fault the decision of the council to join him and Olumé as bond brothers.

Olumé was the child of the King, and bearing in mind the rarity of births among the People, it was common knowledge a boy of lower birth would be chosen as his brother. Tenybris was an orphan. His father died during the dragon wars centuries earlier, and his mother had died tragically during childbirth. He was the perfect choice, so Hallor looked out the window, over the magical valley known as The Glade and sighed.

The Citadel lay at the heart of the Land of Teralia, a continent that sat alone in a world of pure azure oceans. The planet was a jewel in the heavens, as the sun reflected off the waters, but it wasn’t anything as mundane as sunlight that made it shine.

The Glade held the magic. In the mountains to the north of the Citadel lay the source, the spring of magical energy that infused this world; and through the Never, the void which linked all reality, it passed into the universe.

The Never was much more than outer space. Space is simply that; space and distance between two points. The Never is the void between space, time and reality. It contains the multiple universes brought about by chance and happenstance.

So, the magic spins its subtle web, linking all existence, but spilling from one point alone; The Glade.

As he watched, the sunlight glinted off a huge golden form as it swooped to snare a beast from the vast plain below. The herds fled, but the winged being rose into the air, a struggling bison in its grasp. Hallor watched with elven sight, as the dragon twisted the beast’s neck, ending its suffering, before flying off to its perch on the mountains far to the west of the Citadel.  He turned, grasping the scrolls and walked down the corridor.

All is well, he thought, smiling.

TERALIA—CENTURIES LATER

Lynnaria was the most beautiful creature Tenybris had ever seen. He had been in love with her from their first moment together, all those years ago. Her long, pale, golden hair flowed down to her waist. It framed her fine features, holding a pair of crystal blue eyes which seemed to reflect his love, each and every time she looked at him.

When she spoke, birds took his heart and lifted it above the clouds, toward the warmth of the sun. Tenybris would have done anything she desired, but he knew his love for her was pointless. He knew, as he stood here at the altar beside his best friend, watching the love of his life walk towards them. She was about to pledge her love and life to Olumé, and at this moment Tenybris’s emotions were a storm, roiling internally.

It wasn't as if Lynnaria had shown any indication other than friendship towards him. She and Olumé fell in love at first glimpse; on the same night she stole Tenybris’s heart.

That night, Tenybris realised his childhood was over. For centuries he and Olumé had raised merry havoc across the Lands. Their misadventures were the subject of ballads sung all across Teralia, with a quick tune and happy voice. Overnight, Tenybris found himself excluded from his friend’s presence in ever increasing amounts.

Over the long years of their courtship, Olumé and Lynnaria publicly sought to include Tenybris in everything. Both of them appeared to love him as a friend and brother, but instead of happiness, they granted him a tortured existence. His life turned from one of joy and happiness to an existence of lies and denial.

A shadow grew in his soul, and as the years passed, the darkness began to exert a subtle influence over him, as if it was whispering to his subconscious. For decades he dismissed it as idle imaginings brought on by his melancholy nature, but lately there was no mistaking it, as the voice grew in strength. Now it was shouting to him, telling him that it should be he standing in Olumé’s place, but Tenybris willed it down deep inside him. He smiled to keep up the act, even though he longed to tell Lynnaria how he loved her; but he wouldn't, because he loved his friend too much. He stood suffering in silence, willing himself to be happy for the couple, but failing abysmally.

The ceremony was perfect. Olumé and Lynnaria offered a part of each other’s soul to their new mate, as tiny shining sparks fashioned into rings they now wore on their left hands. These would bind them forever together, as their love for each other now existed in an unbreakable token.

Tenybris cried with the rest of the crowd gathered around the couple, although the emotions flowing through him were anything but joyous. The rapturous approval of everyone swept over him, taunting the love he held for her. It made him all the guiltier for feeling the opposite. He wanted to run from this torment, and as he looked around he saw his method of escape.

Gathered around were members of all the races of Teralia. Tenybris watched the gossamer winged Faer mingle with the granite skinned people of the mountains, the Dwelves. And across the room, keeping a respectful distance from everyone else, a group of beings huddled together. They looked like nothing more than a small shrubbery, as they shifted about in their obvious discomfort. The Brownies were the shyest and most elusive among the peoples of this world, choosing to inhabit the darkest, most hidden places in the woods and forests. Their unprecedented move to attend this wedding surprised everyone, but then, everyone knew they loved Olumé as they had loved his father before him.

Olumé’s bond with the Lands and the People had grown into a marriage of a different sort than the ceremony taking place today; different, but no less unbreakable.

Tenybris, however, didn’t need an inhabitant of Teralia. A few of the outsiders, known as Walkers, attended the ceremony. Olumé had discovered their world, Sanctuary, over two centuries earlier, on one of his explorations of the universe. Tenybris didn’t understand why, but his friend seemed to delight in meeting people from other worlds. Over the course of the last few centuries he had visited thousands of them.

Tenybris thought it fortunate Olumé alone possessed the ability to travel the stars. He grew weary of the frequent visitors from other worlds, who invariably wanted to use his world’s magic to further their own selfish needs and wants.

Olumé used this power to banish sickness and poverty on every world he encountered, becoming a great friend to many races. Unfortunately, some beings wanted more.

Until recently, this want would have been totally alien to Tenybris. The Lands gave everything you might wish for. Until, that was, he’d fallen for Lynnaria. Tenybris tried to deny it, but he accepted there was a hole in his heart which would never be healed by the power of the Lands.

He excused himself from the bridal party, forcing the voice to the back of his mind, and walked across the room toward a familiar figure. Or’n had been the Walker’s ambassador to Teralia for the last few decades. The Walkers were long lived, often surviving for three or four centuries. The near immortal Eldar lifespan stretched to thousands of years. Tenybris and Or’n had developed an easy friendship however, and they greeted each other warmly.

Tenybris you old rascal, Or’n boomed cheerfully, come, come have a drink with your old friend, here, join me in a toast to the happy couple. He grinned as he handed Tenybris a large tankard of Dwelvish beer. Tenybris accepted with a smile at odds with his inner turmoil. To keep up the pretence he turned to smile at the couple.

They look happy don't they, Or’n? said Tenybris, in the most cheerful voice he could muster.

Happy? They should be! Or’n said. I’ve only read about these soul bondings in stories of your world's history. I never thought in a thousand years I’d be here to witness one. I’m quite emotional, if I must be honest.

As Tenybris watched, a tear ran down his cheek. Or’n was more emotional than most other Walkers. Perhaps this was why he was their representative on Teralia. The People considered most of his race to be boring, but Or’n embraced the cheerful innocence of this world. His sense of humour and fun rivalled the Faer themselves, but Tenybris needed his knowledge, not his cheerful disposition.

Or’n, I need a favour, he said. I need to get away for a while. He saw the bemused expression cross Or’n’s face. Besides Olumé, none of the People ever left Teralia. They never needed to before. Or’n knew how much this world gave back to its people. The Lands gave happiness and contentment to all its inhabitants. No one here could be touched with any taint of greed or corruption because the Lands kept them pure. They literally had everything they wanted, which was why so many outsiders came here, to take advantage of their endless generosity.

Olumé has asked me to get something for him, for Lynnaria, Tenybris said. It needs to be something unique, not of this world.

Or’n relaxed. Now he understood why the xenophobic Tenybris should want to travel beyond the boundaries of his world.Ah, so you need a wedding gift? Were the Dragons not enough, Tenybris? By the Maker! I've never seen a more magnificent display. The skies seemed on fire. How did you do that? I’ve always thought the greater Dragons were disdainful of the People. But there were no less than fifty golds in the skies tonight.

Tenybris blushed. The Dragons had refused him when he’d asked for their help, for they were indeed disdainful and resentful of the People. The Eldar had used the Dragon horde as their tools of war ages earlier, in the time of the chaos wars. Thousands of their kind had died. Even though millennia had passed, a Dragon never gave up a grudge, so Tenybris did what he excelled at, forcing them to obey his will. It had taken little, just a threat he had no intention of acting on. They loved Olumé, and Tenybris released the eggs unharmed afterwards. His determination to impress Lynnaria overcame any regret he might have felt.

I need something else, my friend. I’m sure Olumé and his bride appreciated my rather extravagant offering, but I need a more personal gift.

Or'n looked at Tenybris with a bemused expression on his face. There was nothing off-world which could match the natural grace of the Peoples’ creations. Or’n imagined for a second another reason for Tenybris wanting to leave, dismissing the notion as nonsense. The three of them had planned every detail of this day together, and everyone knew Tenybris loved them both. He dismissed the thought as idle imagination.

So where do you wish to go, Tenybris? he asked. I know several aboriginal worlds which might make something unique.

Tenybris looked uncomfortable for a second, as if the prospect of leaving terrified him, but he quickly masked his expression.

No, I doubt I need to travel any further than Sanctuary, he replied, I'm sure I'll be able find what I'm after there. I understand the markets are vast.

Or’n still struggled to find a reason for Tenybris’s need to leave Teralia, but he nodded and smiled back.

They are, my friend. Sanctuary is a centre of commerce and trade for thousands of races. I’m sure you will find something to your liking. When were you planning to leave?

Tenybris glanced across at his friend and his new wife. The happy couple leave for the Myaer Islands tomorrow. I will leave straight after they do. He made a point of looking straight at Or’n. I would be grateful if you mentioned nothing about this, my friend. I want this to be a surprise for them both.

Or’n knew Tenybris lied. True, he’d drunk too much of the Faer folk’s ambrosia, along with a healthy amount of Dwelvish ale, but the Walkers possessed a perception beyond the people of this world. As he willed his head to clear, he sensed the giveaway tremor in Tenybris’s voice, and the quickened race of his heart. Unfortunately for him, accusing the best friend of their biggest ally of subterfuge would end his career. Especially when he had no proof any such underhanded intention existed.

Or’n couldn’t explain it. Tenybris wasn’t evil. Evil couldn’t exist on Teralia, as far as he knew. It was unique in that respect. This planet possessed a core of goodness which protected its inhabitants from any evil, either physical or spiritual.

There had been attempts by beings of ‘questionable’ nature, to persuade the innocents of this world to help them. Their goals were to further their own interests back on their own planets, through magical means. Olumé and his father devised a rather cunning way of dealing with them. The spell, fashioned into the fabric of the portal, allowed passage from Sanctuary to Teralia, but a subtle change overcame the beings passing through it. As soon as they arrived on the surface, the spell took effect, and robbed them of their ability to feel greed or avarice. They might travel with whatever corrupt plan they had in mind, but while they were here, the only thing they could ask for was food and drink. Or’n remembered overhearing several heated conversations between them after their return from an unexpected and fruitless visit to Teralia.

Now Tenybris would be the first person, besides Olumé, to travel beyond Teralia. Or’n was sure the link to this world which always kept Olumé safe from corruption would also protect Tenybris on his travels, so he nodded.

My old friend, he said, winking mischievously, I will have you met when you arrive, and make sure a guide accompanies you at all times.

Tenybris was about to object but Or’n continued, Not for your protection, Tenybris. No one could harm a being as powerful as you, but the planet of Sanctuary is huge, and you would get lost in a heartbeat. I will also arrange accommodation fit for one of your status.

Tenybris relaxed. Thank you, Or’n, I hadn’t thought of that. I have been alive so long I know every inch of this world. It will be quite an experience I’m sure.

And one I will do my utmost to make sure you enjoy, Or’n said, chuckling. I mean, we wouldn’t want something to happen to one of our greatest friends now, would we?

Tenybris laughed in return. I leave myself in your hands then, my friend. I shall be here at noon tomorrow. Will that give you enough time?

Oh yes, said Or’n, I may even join you for a while. I just remembered an outstanding task I need to finish. It’s rather tedious, but I can mix it in with your visit, and give you a personal tour. Would this be acceptable?

I’d be delighted my friend, said Tenybris, slightly shocked, but also relieved. I have to admit, the prospect of leaving Teralia for the first time is daunting. It will be nice to have a friend along with me.

Well then, let’s drink to friendship, boomed Or’n as he called for two more tankards. He intended to enjoy this party, but from now on he’d be keeping a watchful eye on his friend.

ACROSS THE ROOM, LYNNARIA observed the exchange between Tenybris and Or’n. The display earlier had been breath-taking in its terrible fury. The populace of the Citadel delighted as the Dragon host set the sky aflame, but the whole thing caused a nagging doubt to grow in her mind. Something, someone, shouldn’t have been there.

She excused herself and walked the short distance to her chambers. With the door closed behind her, she willed herself to a place she knew well, a grove of trees on the plain outside the Citadel.

Less than a minute later, in a storm of wind, dust and heat, a huge form descended and landed on the ground a short distance away. A golden head the size of a house looked down at Lynnaria and smiled a curiously gentle smile. Curious because the grin bristled with teeth at least a foot long. Lynnaria was unafraid, and smiled back at her friend.

How are you Glyran? You look well enough, though I have to admit, I’m perplexed why you and your clutch agreed to take part in the performance in front of a city of Eldar.

The Dragon’s face was capable of a vast range of expressions, and at this moment, the only way to describe it was one of nervousness.

Can’t a Dragon be allowed to do something nice for an old friend on her wedding day? he growled.

Yes, you can, and don’t take this badly my friend, it was a spectacular display, but while I’m sure your love for me might lead you to join in, I’m not sure why your brothers and sisters would feel the same.

Glyran looked as pensive as Lynnaria had ever seen him. Dragons were direct creatures. They could afford to be. There were few single beings on the world of Teralia who could withstand the fury of one when their temper flared.I’m sure they had their reasons.

Lynnaria glared at him. And I’m sure you have no idea what these reasons are.

Glyran snorted, prompting a small flame to belch from his mouth. This was proof of his discomfort. Dragon’s considered accidental fire to be the height of bad manners, especially in front of the two-legs. Their reasons are none of my concern, and they should be none of yours, either.

Lynnaria heard the warning in Glyran's voice and became alarmed. I have the strangest suspicion you are hiding something important from me.

Glyran turned away to hide his expression. The task is finished, and Tenybris has had his bit of fun. I urge you to inform him that next time we shall not be so forgiving.

Tenybris? What has he got to do with this, Lynnaria asked, besides arranging the display.

Glyran snorted again, emitting smoke and flame this time. Is arranging what he called it? Ha! More smoke. It was cajoling, threatening even. But arranging? Ha! Glyran’s expression darkened even more. He stole eggs, Lynnaria. Stole them and used them to force us to play the part of obedient pets.

Lynnaria’s face whitened in shock. She was about to deny it when Glyran spoke again.

It was only my intervention which prevented war. We both know how destructive that might have become, especially after so many years of peace. Tell him Lynnaria, tell him if he sets foot in the Mountains of Fire again, it will be the last thing he ever does.

With this warning, Glyran swept out his wings and look flight, almost knocking Lynnaria off her feet. She stood for a while, contemplating what she had just heard. Dragons didn’t lie, they were incapable of it, so what Glyran said Tenybris had done was true. How was she to deal with this? Tenybris had been her friend for years, and was her new husband's best friend, more like a brother to him. If she went to Olumé with this news now, it might risk their friendship, and Tenybris would forever blame her. No, she would confront Tenybris herself. He must have had his reasons for committing such an act of folly. She would speak to him after they returned from their honeymoon. She needed time to plan the best approach.

SANCTUARY

It’s wonderful, Or’n, said Tenybris, gaping at the vista below. They were on top of the tallest building in the Capital district of Sanctuary, and laid out before them was the most amazing view he had ever seen. The city was everywhere. Buildings hundreds of stories high reached into the clouds, and strange flying machines flew between them, like the Faer folk back home around their tree. There were so many of them, Tenybris thought, and he wondered how they could survive without the constant threat of collision.

This entire planet is dedicated to one task, Tenybris, said Or'n. It provides a central nexus for trade and commerce across the universe, and beyond.

Tenybris wondered for a second about the 'and beyond' before replying, Ah, you refer to the alternate realities? Or'n nodded. I would never have though it possible beings from alternate timelines could exist in the same dimension.

They can't, except here on Sanctuary. Or'n's chest swelled with pride. This planet is unique because it lies at the centre of the Never. All the paths between the countless realities begin and end here. That said, we go to great lengths to keep travellers from meeting their alter egos. It isn't common knowledge amongst the majority of them that the beings they pass in the streets could be from an alternate dimension.

Tenybris laughed. And I can just imagine the surprise that might occur if one were to meet oneself. I marvel at the perception required to map this Never of yours, Or'n. It really is remarkable.

Or'n chuckled, The Never isn't ours, my friend. The Walkers simply possess the gift to see the subtle differences between the paths.

I have seen the Never, Or'n. It's beautiful, but utterly chaotic. I would be lost in a heartbeat. I'm afraid none of us have ever been able to understand how Olumé can walk the paths so easily.

A shadow passed almost unnoticed across Tenybris's face. It was clear to Or'n, however.

Olumé is as unique as this world is, Tenybris. His gift surpasses even our own native abilities. He can accomplish alone what it requires us to use machines to do.

Yes, he is an amazing being, said Tenybris. Or'n sensed something he would never have thought possible in an Eldar; jealousy. It vanished as soon as he'd caught the taste of it, but Or'n was sure he was correct.

Tenybris, however, resumed his prior enthusiasm. Or’n watched him closely. With his long dark hair whipping in the wind, and the look of glee on his face, he looked nothing like the thousand­year­old being he was. He looked more like a child, as he walked from one side of the viewing platform to the other, delighting in the activity below.

His behaviour was completely at odds with the emotion Or'n felt a moment before. He would have to discuss this with Olumé upon his return to Teralia.

Or’n had spent the last two days giving Tenybris the tour of his world’s greatest sights, and his friend had soaked it up like a sponge. He had a constant stream of questions about everything, trivial or otherwise. His innocence was infectious, however, so Or’n enjoyed the experience. Now he wondered again at Tenybris's reasons for coming here.

I’ll lead you back to your rooms now, my friend, he said, I have business to attend to at the Arbiter building that cannot be avoided. Tomorrow, we will go to the markets to find your present. Then I’m afraid I will have to return to Teralia. Will you be returning with me, or staying on Sanctuary for a while?

I may stay for a day of two, if that is acceptable, said Tenybris, smiling. This place is energising! I want to see more, meet more of the other people. There are so many races, I had no idea.

Or’n wondered what some of these same people might attempt to do. It was no secret a rift had formed when Olumé nullified the ambitions of those who sought to exploit his people. There were some out there who were not friends, who might seek some form of revenge. Tenybris would be more than capable of defending himself from any physical danger. Even while on Sanctuary, the subtle link binding him to the magic of his home world still persisted. Any hostile encounter would be short-lived. For the first time since arriving back home, Or'n worried for the safety of his own people. There was something happening here which he didn't understand.

There was, however, a need for common courtesy. It wouldn't do for Tenybris to become suspicious.

Of course, my friend, he boomed, I will arrange for one of my colleagues to act as guide in my absence.

Tenybris seemed satisfied, and nodded his agreement as they walked toward the exit.

MAY WE JOIN YOU, MY Lord?

Tenybris started. The view from the gallery had drawn him in, and he’d drank in the view of the city at night. He decided earlier he didn’t want to remain in his room all night, so had taken a walk and ended up here. The spectacular vista before him had kept his attention until the two gentlemen arrived. One of them looked familiar, he thought, but Tenybris had met so many people over the last couple of days.

He waved towards two empty seats. Of course, my friends, please, sit.

The two exchanged a glance as they sat down. They remained stiff and unrelaxed, and Tenybris sensed this was no chance encounter.

Thank you, my Lord, said the man who had spoken, My name is Kraan, this is my associate, Draak. I hope you will forgive me for saying this, but we were hoping to find you unaccompanied.

Tenybris’s curiosity aroused. Now why would this be? I am but another visitor here.

Draak chuckled, speaking for the first time. You are Tenybris. You are no simple visitor, my Lord.

Tenybris silently cast a spell of protection. He did not understand why these men had sought him out, even less, why they had waited until he was alone, with no Walker guides to watch over him. He was sure their motives were not innocent, and he realised where he knew the one called Draak from.

You were on Teralia, last year, he said, In fact you have been there more than once. I have seen you twice before, though we have never talked.

The men exchanged another fleeting glance.

I’m sorry to say there would have been little use in us approaching you, in fact this is why we are so glad you are here, on Sanctuary, said Draak, grinning slyly.

Tenybris felt uncomfortable. He didn’t like these men, but more than a thousand years of etiquette kept him seated, at least for now.

You refer to the inability to feel greed on my planet? said Tenybris. His dislike for the pair threatened to introduce a feeling alien to him; hatred.This spell prevents men like you from exploiting the innocent people of Teralia. You would use them to further your own self-serving agendas on your own worlds.

The two strangers looked shocked at the accusation, but Tenybris saw through the act.

My Lord, I swear, on all that is holy, we would never seek to do such a thing, insisted Draak, Our goal is simply to trade with you, so we might benefit both our worlds. There are many items we could provide, which might enrich the everyday lives of your people.

I fail to see how this could be, retorted Tenybris. The Land provides everything our people could ever desire. What could you possibly offer which would better that?

Ah, but the desires of your people are so limited, replied Kraan, eagerly. If you might allow us the opportunity to widen their expectations, then I’m sure the benefits, on both sides, would make us richer than you could ever imagine.

The greed emanating from this man was almost palpable. Tenybris decided it was time to end this conversation.

I’m afraid you are talking to the wrong person, Mr...Kraan, Tenybris said, as he looked at the pair disdainfully. I have no say in this matter, and even if I wanted to assist you, which I can assure you I do not, I could not sway Olumé in this. He and his father created this spell. I, and all the members of our ruling council, support the reasons for its existence. And if I may be blunt, meeting you here today has reinforced it.

The two men grew angry and both their faces reddened, but Tenybris was confident they could pose no threat. Just as he was about to leave, however, the one called Draak spoke again.

I’m afraid you have mistaken our intent, Tenybris, he hissed. We do not wish you to change Olumé’s mind. We were thinking of a more...permanent change, in the management, if you understand me.

The two men were smiling evilly.

During our last few visits to your world, we have carried out certain...experiments, and while it is true Olumé’s spell banishes all forms of greed, there are certain other emotions available to us. Violence for instance is unrestricted. If you were to allow us to get close to...certain people, then I’m sure a move might be possible. A move, which might make our partnership easier to attain.

If Tenybris had been angry before, he was furious now. His outward appearance remained unchanged, but his voice could not hide his rage.

How dare you come here before me and threaten my friend, he spat. If I were on my own world I would throw you to the Dragons as a snack!

Think, my Lord, Draak whispered. "Think how much more you could have. Think of who you might have, if Olumé met a misfortunate end."

The sentence hit him like a falling tree. How could they know? He knew Or’n had an inkling that he fretted over something, but he was sure he didn’t suspect his feeling for his new Queen. But these...vermin had seen through him. It was time to leave. He got up and walked toward his quarters.

The two men went to rise to follow him but couldn’t. Their legs had turned into solid blocks of granite. Both of them tried to scream but their tongues disappeared, and all they were capable of was a rasping sound of terror. The pain was terrible as the line of rock crept up their bodies.

Tenybris watched until all that remained were two shapeless lumps of grey stone. He had cast a spell of concealment, so was confident no one had observed what he had just done. He had murdered two living beings, and even though part of him knew they deserved it, he quailed at what he had done. There hadn’t been a murder committed on Teralia in thousands of years, not since the last great wars between the Eldar and the Dragons, when the races of Teralia had chosen sides in a conflict which had lasted decades.

Tenybris had read the history of the wars, and they had been terrible. The whole world had teetered on the brink of oblivion before Olumé’s grandfather had brokered a peace and brought an end to the war. Ever since, the People of Teralia had coexisted in harmony with each other, and the Land had healed, sealing the pact between the two sides and enriching everyone’s life with a steady flow of magical peace and contentment. The Land itself had baulked at the destruction the war had caused, and now it was over, the Land took steps to ensure it wouldn’t happen again.

That must be it! thought Tenybris, I am not on Teralia; this place has corrupted me.

Tenybris knew he had to go home. Now! He couldn’t trust his own will without the strength of the Land to support it. What he’d just done could not be his fault, he told himself. This place, these two people, had brought it upon themselves. He knew once he was back on Teralia all would be fine.

With a gesture of his wrist, the rock forms shifted, flowing like liquid to become a pair of beautifully carved granite chairs. Tenybris turned and walked away. Nobody even noticed him.

TERALIA

How could you do such a thing, Tenybris? shouted Olumé, shaking his head in denial. Don’t you know how close you came to being killed? If it hadn’t been for Glyran, we might be back at war with the whole of Dragon kind again!

Tenybris stood in silent defiance. Hadn’t this been his wedding gift to them? And now they were throwing it back in his face. His friend’s lack of gratitude disgusted him. No harm had befallen Eldar or Dragon. If the Dragons had agreed to his request, then there would have been no need to take further measures. The eggs were returned unharmed to the clutches he’d ‘borrowed’ them from, so what was the big deal? The Dragons would get over it.

As he stood before his friend, being lectured like an errant child, Tenybris saw at last the reason behind Olumé’s displeasure. Glyran was Lynnaria’s friend. He must have met with her, and revealed what Tenybris had done. How else could they know...unless?

She is the one! The voice screamed, its anger spreading into Tenybris.

The sudden realisation sickened Tenybris. This being he had loved since first laying eyes upon her had been plotting all along to turn his friend against him. She was jealous of their closeness. Oh, she was clever. Her public displays of affection, the need to have Tenybris involved in so much of the planning for the wedding itself, it had all been a sham.

Tenybris thought Lynnaria didn’t know how he felt about her, but how could she not, if two strangers from another world figured it out over the course of a few visits. She knew. Not from the beginning, perhaps, but she must have seen the way he looked at her, must have caught a glance when he thought she wasn’t aware.

Which meant that all along she had been laying a trap. It was clear now, the thoughts flying through his mind like a storm, blowing all the cobwebs of deceit away. It was Glyran who swayed the other Dragons in their decision to refuse his request, he was sure of it. And when Tenybris took the eggs, it was Glyran who stopped them pursuing him. He wanted Tenybris to steal them, so Lynnaria could gather the evidence she needed.

Oh, how stupid I’ve been, thought Tenybris. Now, as he stood in front of the whole council of the Eldar, he looked into her eyes. The reflection was one of compassion, and perhaps a touch of pity, but Tenybris realised now, too late, how well she hid her true emotions.

‘Look at the bitch, standing there so smug and satisfied,’ said the voice, dripping its hatred like venom into Tenybris’s soul. ‘This has been her plan all along.’

He clenched his hands. He wasn’t about to go down without a fight. The Dragons knew I would never harm the eggs, Olumé. You know this, don’t you? And they got them back, so what is the problem? He smiled, trying to make light of his actions.

He looked around the chamber, but none of the others would meet his eyes. She has done this. She has turned them all against me. And I let her do it! The anger threatened to overcome his self-control for an instant, before he quelled the flames of his fury.

I take it from your silence you don’t agree? he sneered.

Tenybris, what is wrong with you? asked Olumé, his expression begging Tenybris to open up. All of us know of your dissatisfaction with the decisions we make on behalf of our people. But this was a reckless act, a dangerous one for you, for us all. And after what Or’n has told us of your behaviour on Sanctuary, well, I’m not sure what I should do with you.

Sadness tinged his last sentence, but Tenybris didn't notice. What had Or’n said about his behaviour on Sanctuary? Had there been witnesses to the altercation between him and the two off-worlders?

He returned to Teralia the night of the murders, and refused to talk to Or’n until two days had passed. It had taken him this long to steady his nerve and renew his link with the Lands. It had been difficult. The flow of magic was there, he felt it the second he stepped back through the portal, but it was like the Land itself knew and disapproved of what he'd done. It took a day of meditation to calm down enough for the Land to accept him again.

Tenybris didn’t reply, however, deciding to wait for the axe to drop.

Or’n told us how you planned to stay on Sanctuary for a while. Then you disappeared, without the courtesy to inform him. Tenybris, this says as much about your frame of mind as anything else.

Tenybris breathed a silent breath of relief. Olumé dispelled his fear that the double murder had been witnessed. It was time to salvage something, so he might gain more time to make Olumé and the others see Lynnaria was manipulating them. Unfortunately it was time she wasn’t about to offer.

Tenybris, you are clearly disturbed over something, and if you will not tell us what it is, might we suggest you retire to your island for a while, to rest and recuperate? Lynnaria smiled. We all love you, my friend, and want nothing more than a speedy recovery, so please, accept this advice in the manner it is given, in friendship and concern.

A murmur of agreement travelled around the chamber as all the voices joined in, but this didn’t fool Tenybris. She wants me out of the way. The bitch wants Olumé all to herself, so that she, through him, can influence the council. Well, he would go, but he would return, rested, as she appeared to want. And when I return to this Citadel, it will be on my terms.

That was the night the dreams started.

TERALIA—A CENTURY LATER

The pit called out to Tenybris. In his dream, the depth of utter darkness expanded around his sleeping form, leaving him hanging unsupported above the chasm. He sensed the hunger lurking below, a greed as old as Teralia itself.

The pit had lain dormant for thousands of years. Its last attempt to gain precedence over the accused Light had ended in utter failure.

The Chaos Wars had been spectacular. Over the course of centuries, the Darkness succeeded in turning all the races of Teralia against each other. Dwelf fought Faer. Elves went to war against Dragon kind. Fire burned across the skies, in the forest and deep underground.

The magic unleashed the elements, pitting sky against ground, and water against fire. Volcanoes spewed fire and ash into the heavens, even as hurricanes and tornadoes ripped the forests asunder.

Darkness had been on the brink of victory, on the cusp of attaining mastery over the power which flowed from this land, but the forces of Light had chosen their hero well. Olumé’s grandfather, Praevé, ended the war Darkness had engineered, but at a cost. He expended his life energy in an act of desperation. Throughout the long years of war, he had fashioned a spell, but even at the last moment he quailed.

What he had to do went against all he thought right, but it was the only way to end the stalemate of destruction. His spell, once cast, shattered his soul, throwing the fragments outward. The shards found their targets; the dragons. Within a few short weeks the entire Dragon race were enslaved by the Eldar. They used the huge reptiles to end the war, bringing the other nations to their knees.

The Darkness remembered the feeling of triumph, the taste of victory with bitter recollection. At the last, when Oraevé, Praevé’s son, stood ready to take his place as ruler of the Lands, he did the unthinkable. He relinquished the hold on the dragons. For an instant, the Lands teetered on the brink of war once again, before the Dragon chieftain, Glyran came forth from above. The huge golden beast flew, talons bared, at Oraevé, who stood undefended on the battlements of the Citadel. There was nothing to stop him ripping the Elf apart, but instead he stopped his strike, inches before impact. Glyran hovered before Oraevé for over a minute, and the multitude gathered on the plains below the mighty fortress waited.

Nobody knew what passed between the two beings, but the Darkness felt his grip on victory slip from his grasp even before the Light burst over the plains. The gray clouds were driven asunder, and the light of the sun shone upon the Lands for the first time in decades. Hope filled the hearts below. Any thoughts of war and conquest left their hearts and minds.

Over the years, Darkness was banished to memory, and the Light took steps to ensure it stayed there.

Olumé grew up with Light’s energy flowing through him. He became the embodiment of the forces of order, which protected the People of the Lands from any taint of evil. His link with the Land reinforced both him and the Light, so any attempt by the Darkness to emerge again met with unassailable resistance.

Until, that was, Tenybris met Lynnaria and fell completely in love with her. The Darkness had been waiting. Though diminished and starving, it still existed. Love is an easy emotion to twist, so it latched on to the subconscious spark of jealousy, and over the years nurtured it. Eventually the jealousy grew deep enough that the Darkness could increase its influence. It created thoughts of dissent and dissatisfaction in how Olumé ruled Teralia. It couldn’t provoke a reaction at this early stage, but by the time of the wedding, the Darkness had such a grip on Tenybris that it twisted his deeds, in such a way he would take the first steps on a spiral path downward.

The theft of the eggs to coerce the Dragons was the first conscious act of evil on Teralia in millennia; but it wasn’t until Tenybris returned from Sanctuary, with the taint of two murders on his soul that the Darkness exerted its full influence. The act of violence weakened Tenybris’s link to the Land, so while he meditated, the Darkness anchored his soul deep within the pit. Tenybris thought he retained his link with the Land, with the forces of Light he had followed forever, but it was Darkness which possessed him now.

It took over a century, but now it was time to reveal itself. Tenybris stirred in his sleep, but instead of waking up screaming in terror, as he had every night for the last decade, he opened his eyes to see the pit stretching out around him as far as the eye could follow. He felt the hunger and greed emanating from below, and he bathed in its twisted aura.

What are you? His dream-self jumped when the reply came.

‘I am Power!’ It hissed in his mind. ‘I am Power unlimited, Power for you to command, my Master.’ Tenybris was so far gone he believed the lie. Over the last few decades the Darkness had turned him into a recluse, twisting his belief and trust in his friends so much he banished them from his island home. Over the years he had turned it into a fortress. He had wandered the halls alone for years. Even his faithful servants avoided him to escape the tempers he often flew into.

What do I have to do? he asked the Darkness, impatiently. What power can you give me? Tell me, Now!

The Darkness would have laughed, if it possessed a corporeal body. Its puppet's fall was almost complete. There remained just one small step for Tenybris to take.

‘I require sustenance, my Master. I have waited so long for the energy I crave to make you greater than you ever thought possible.’

What energy? responded Tenybris. He already knew the answer.

‘Life!’

A tiny sliver of Tenybris’s soul balked at the word and its meaning. The life the Darkness craved could be provided by one method alone, but his overwhelming lust for dominance over his enemies allowed Tenybris to ignore his weakened conscience. His first two murders had served no purpose other than to assuage his fury. But from now on, the deaths at his hand would increase his power, so he might return to the Citadel, to force all the fools there to see the truth. Then, that bitch Lynnaria would suffer. Oh, how he would enjoy that!

He awoke with a smile of remembered satisfaction on his face. At breakfast, his servants saw a new man before them, but the transformation was frightening. As their master looked at them, and caught their eyes, they perceived a hunger lurking behind his expression of contentment. A hunger for what, they couldn’t conceive, but within a few short hours they all agreed to not walk the halls of the castle alone. Their master’s new demeanour scared them all. In fact, it terrified them. Enough so, that several members of the staff, members who had served Tenybris faithfully for centuries, secretly departed the island fortress for the mainland.

Tenybris watched them attempt to flee. He delighted in their joy as they stepped foot on the mainland, thinking they were free, and he revelled in their despair as he wrenched them back to the island.

It took Tenybris less than a day to hunt out and kill his servants. If he had any regret for his actions, murdering beings he’d known and grown up with since childhood, then the emerging power growing within him drowned it in greed and lust. These beings were insignificant. All that mattered was getting back to the Citadel. All that mattered was freeing his friend from the influence of the witch.

The Darkness rejoiced as the life energy flowed through Tenybris into it. It became so easy. Tenybris was beyond redemption. He and the Darkness fed off each other, developing a symbiotic link which increased each other’s power. It knew it would need more than the handful of souls it had just consumed. Tenybris was also aware he would need more power to confront the defenders of the Citadel. By now, Lynnaria was sure to have it under her control.

He would need an army.

Thinking he was the true master, Tenybris ordered the Darkness to release a portion of one of the murdered souls, just enough to reanimate a body, so he might experiment with it. The Darkness did so, and watched with delight as Tenybris fell deeper and deeper into depravity. He tortured the soul, bending it to his will, so when it returned to its body, all that remained was a mindless slave. Tenybris did this with all the servants, so within a week he had a small, but deadly army. During his experiments he refined his spell. When cast, it would rip the soul out of its victim, the majority of the energy passing into Tenybris to increase his power, and through him, the Darkness. The spell returned the remaining corrupted and defiled part to the corpse, which then became a conduit for the spread of this plague of subjugation.

Tenybris and his army ravaged the coastal villages of the mainland, its ranks increasing with each murder. It wasn't enough for Tenybris, however, as his hunger increased along with his power.

Within a month, all thoughts of helping his friend, Olumé, escape the influence of his witch bride left him. All life on this world would be purged to serve his will. And once his army captured the portal to Sanctuary, the universe, all of creation, would be his for the taking. Tenybris’s mouth watered at the thought. He would have power to rival the Maker himself.

The Darkness laughed.

THE CITADEL—MONTHS Later

Can he not be stopped? cried Lynnaria. Surely there's something we can do, my love. I know he's been a brother to you for centuries, but what he's become...it’s frightening.

Olumé sat in silence, pondering what his wife said before replying. We cannot kill him, Lynnaria, for if we do, we set ourselves on the same path of darkness which he has. And if I were to strike the final blow, I would eventually become what he is now, only ten times worse. Don’t you see?

He looked at his wife with tortured eyes, and she came to him and embraced him. Then this is the end. All attempts to reason with him have failed. All our emissaries now serve his twisted purpose. We have lost.

No, not lost, whispered Olumé, though our victory will be hard won. He looked into his wife’s confused eyes. I have a plan, or at least the start of one. A plan that will see our way of life endure, long after Tenybris has left this world.

Left this world? Lynnaria asked, shocked to discover her husband had foreseen this. Why will he leave? Surely the Land gives even him what he needs.

Olumé shook his head. The Land has rejected him utterly, my dear. He watched as confusion etched her features. The only sustenance he survives on now is the energy he rips from the poor unfortunates he murders. Once his source of ‘food’ is gone, he will seek more, elsewhere.

Lynnaria was horrified, and her face turned white with shock. She had loved and respected Tenybris for years, until he returned from Sanctuary over a century ago and became a recluse on his island. Both she and Olumé had visited, but over the years he grew hostile, and their visits became less frequent, until one day Tenybris denied them entry to his home. He stood in the doorway and spat venomous words at them both, warning them never to return. Olumé had been deeply hurt, but could see no other recourse but to give Tenybris what he wanted.

Then, the rumours began. Stories of whole village populations disappearing overnight. Of monsters striking unwary travellers and dragging them off, never to be seen again. Scouts were sent to investigate, never to return. A small force of Magisters, the magical law enforcers of the Citadel, were despatched, but after a month only one returned, barely alive. The survivor, Trellyne, told of being overcome by hundreds of creatures one night when they made camp. The things were impervious to magic, and he told how he barely escaped with two others, having watched their friends being butchered mercilessly, helpless to assist them.

That, however, wasn’t the most disturbing thing about his tale. On their flight back to the Citadel they were ambushed again, by the friends they had seen die. The undead creatures were in possession of all their magical abilities, and had killed one of them in the first attack. Trellyne and the other survivor were both hurt, but in a selfless act of bravery, his friend sacrificed himself to give Trellyne enough time to escape.

Now Tenybris had no use for stealth he began his conquest in earnest. Town after town fell to his army, which by this time numbered in the thousands. People fled to the Citadel, in the false hope of safe haven, but now Tenybris drew close.

I have asked the Walkers for help, Olumé said. They will shelter as many of the People who can make it here before Tenybris reaches the Citadel. I will then destroy it. He cannot be allowed to capture Sanctuary, for if he does, the universe will cease to exist.

Then he will be trapped here? Lynnaria asked, hopefully.

Olumé shook his head in sadness. I’m sure he will, for a while at least, but there are other ways to travel between worlds. I used them to find Sanctuary, remember? Tenybris may take some time to work it out, but I have no doubt he will. His conquest will continue. Oh, it will be much slower than it would be if he took Sanctuary, but it will continue nonetheless.

Then all life is doomed. Lynnaria slumped into her chair.

I hope not, Olumé said, enigmatically. He had a small smile on his face which made his wife curious.

Ah, this plan of yours. Care to let me in on the secret?

It’s actually a few plans...it’s hard to explain, but if it works the way I hope, then...well, maybe our way of life might survive. Maybe.

You don’t sound very sure, Lynnaria said, pensively.

I’m not, Olumé responded. There are so many variables, so many things that can go wrong, but I think I’ve planned for the major upsets.

So what do we have to do?

Olumé turned to her, steeling himself for the battle to come. You need to leave. You need to lead the People on Sanctuary, my love.

For a second Lynnaria didn’t understand the meaning behind the sentence. But slowly, she realised what her husband meant.

You’re staying here? Lynnaria screamed. Why? We can escape. Like you said, we can come back here when Tenybris is gone. We can start over.

Olumé shook his head again. I need to do more than simply rebuild this world, my love. As long as Teralia exists, Tenybris will have a link to the magic it provides.

Lynnaria’s face paled. You’re going to destroy this world? No, you can’t do that. The magic will die, Olumé. What will become of the universe without magic?

I’m not planning on destroying anything. Olumé smiled. Simply hiding it.

The revelation showed in the delight on Lynnaria’s face. How do you plan on hiding the Lands, Olumé? Even you don't possess that amount of power.

Olumé smiled his mischievous smile which could both amuse and annoy her. This was one of those times.

You are right, of course, my dear, he laughed. I am nowhere near powerful enough, but the spell I have fashioned is.

He didn’t make sense to Lynnaria. I don't understand, she