Mystic: Dawn

By Scott Giddy

The Guardiansbeings with immense and diverse powers over earthly elements such as wind, fire and lightning, and abilities of the mind.

For over a millennia, the Guardians sole purpose has been to protect the world from disasters and those who would cause strife, prevailing in many wars and succeeding in peace.

When a wayward Guardian Mez, angry at the world and his family, returns home, he decides to take vengeance on those who sought to protect him and evict the Guardians from their homes and the land of Amara Belle. As dim and dreary as the situation would seem, three young Guardians, Dynasty, Blaze, and Lynxus; all return to the mighty palace to rid their home of the intruder.

As the battle between the homeless Guardians and the rage-driven Mez continues, loyalties will become tested and cities fall from the might of their powers. And as the final dawn approaches, the true aftermath and devastation becomes very evident.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press AU
• Release date: Jun 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781452510576

Scott Giddy

SCOTT began writing Mystic at the age of eighteen, and currently at the age of twenty-five has decided to share his work. With aspirations to be an author, Scott’s aim is to share Mystic with the world and find one person who enjoys the story as much as he does.

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Mystic

Dawn

Scott Giddy

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Copyright © 2013 Scott Giddy

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CONTENTS

Amara Belle

Guardian

Affiliation

Coincidence

Petrified

Deception

Quail

Precognitive

Conflict

Hollow

Anguish

Guardians

Quarrel

Slumber

Betrayal (Part 1)

Betrayal (Part 2)

Pursue

Potential

Enlightenment

Decisions

Realisation

Penultimate

Pensive

Dedicated to Holly Johnson,

Sarah Dickson, and most of all

Sam Whittaker who inspired me and

continued to believe in me

even when I doubted myself.

Thank You!

AMARA BELLE

A mara Belle had once been a beautiful land, lush green grass, colourful flowerbeds strewn across the earth and a blue sky that seemed to never end. Fauna ran free, rare and indigenous animals of all kinds. It was the time of year when their offspring were born and ran wild with their families.

Many years ago the Prophet’s of the Guardians foresaw an evil that would consume the land into an eclipse of darkness. Derron mistook this for nothing more than a mere lapse in the Prophet’s powers and discarded the information as if it had never been told, confident the Guardians could face anything blocking their way. He kept it to himself and there it lay dormant as nothingness.

The Guardians were on the brink of war with the outside world. Strained relations had caused everyone to turn on them. They were seen to meddle, to interfere. The only way the Guardians could now hide from the outside world was to wear the hoods of their cloaks.

At the peak of the conflict an alliance formed in the distant metropolis of Imperia. Word reached the Guardians, and in retaliation Lord Chryton formed a final stand. Guardians that were dispersed around the lands came together to stand for their beliefs. The Lord’s son, Derron; led the resistance to the plains in front of the Sekra ranges.

With the tremendous aged mountain range in the distance the Guardians powered forward for their freedom. With the alliance of technology and manpower against the Guardians powers over nature a cataclysmic battle began.

The force of the Guardians was astounding, their abilities over nature struck down like the hands of God. Tornadoes and gales, lightning strikes of green and purple, explosions of fire and phenomenal earth shattering quakes were turning the tide of battle. But the power of nature had no strength over the technology of man. The alliance formed by Crinon in Imperia had brought forth weapons that propelled metal at high speeds. Countless lives were lost. Derron led the Guardians with strength and unwavering courage. However his father had not seen it this way. Lord Chryton arrived, and with a wave of his arms his aura left his body and stopped the quarrelling.

Lord Chryton and Crinon met in the centre of the battlefield and an agreement was formed. The mighty Lord of the Guardians gave his word that the Guardians would keep out of the business of others, and never set foot into Imperia while Crinon swore that the technology created in Imperia would never leave the boundaries of the metropolis. So long as they kept their words there would be peace. The alliance and the resistance turned their backs and parted ways.

Succumbed to stress Lord Chryton, father and last remaining parent of Derron passed away, gifting over his throne of Amara Belle to his only son.

Marrying his long time love Arella, the now Lord Derron and Lady Arella ruled Amara Belle fairly and wisely with a just hand and compassion for all, contrary to how he felt his father had ruled.

Many Prophet’s and psychics foresaw a child of great power to be born to this blessed union.

Years past and Arella was finally to give birth to the son that was to bring power and balance to the world. Unforeseen by any Prophet or psychic, Arella gave birth to twin boys. Being blessed from far and wide by those unknown to the Lord and Lady, Arella and her husband Derron decided to separate the twins and take them to the most distant reaches of the lands where they shall grow graceful, powerful and safe. Before the twins of the Elders left, their mother Arella placed upon them each a bracelet of Amethyst and Emerald. Amethyst to enhance their natural born powers, and Emerald; as it was their birthstone and sent them on their way. Grieving over the loss of her two sons and complications from childbirth, Arella grew depressed and her most beautiful appearance withered away into a skeletal figure until many days later she perished.

Decades past as the Guardian’s took favour in the coming of the new generation of students who were soon to be Guardians. Derron, now an old man living far past what is expected of a common Guardian, took pride in how well he had taken care of his society and how well they had grown.

It was in this most peaceful time that the fateful day the Prophet had seen many years ago arrived. A Guardian, clad in the black of his significant powers, strode up the hill of the cliff overlooking the palace. He continued down the face of the cliff, over the beautiful meadows that lay before the palace, up the marble stairs that sat in front of the magnificent golden doors of the Amara Belle Palace and stormed in like it was home. He continued down the carpet made of silver fibre, sewn together by a golden thread that lay upon the glistening white marble floor of the palace. Along the walls, busts of great Elder Guardians that had past sitting on small stone pillars; judging all the common folk that walk the great hall. Hanging from the wall, tapestries of fine unique designs embroidered in the finest silver and gold telling of great heroes of the past and their adventurous tales. At the distant end of the hall sat the throne of the current leader of the Guardians and upon it sat the aged Lord Derron, sitting as mightily as always with the golden crown upon his head and the traditional Guardian cloak of sunshine yellow masking his frail body. Derron stood in protest at the intrusion of his palace.

Who dare disturb the palace of Amara Belle? Derron called in his hoarse voice. The figure in black flinched not, yet continued down the hall towards the throne of Amara Belle. I demand a response or you will come to a mistake that none have yet escaped from. Still no answer.

Derron now frustrated at the ignorance of this stranger raised his arm high above his head with great power drew in what seemed like yellow light from the sun, and with immense strength thrust his arms out in front of him towards the stranger in black. The stranger stood there and emerged his arm out from under his cloak and revealed a bō stick of black with white tips. He began to spin the bō stick in front of his body like a self-made propeller. The beam of light that came from Lord Derron’s hands now shot up towards the ceiling of the palace, and with a great quake caused the earth to move and hit the ceiling, destroying most of the beautiful mural that was incised on the roof.

Foolish old man, your power is none compared to mine. For what you have done to me I shall make you pay. the figure in black exclaimed.

Me? Foolish? You imbecile, you are the foolish one for I have done nothing to you.

The figure in black engulfed his body in a black mist and vanished. Derron gasped and looked around to find where the figure had gone, only to realise to his shock the figure was now behind him. Derron stood there in a paralysed state for moments.

What are you going to do to me? Derron asked in his hoarse voice, now quivering with fear.

A fate which you alone shall suffer, one that is far worse than mine. I grew up with no family, just people who raised me, hit me, cut me, and intentionally went out to hurt me. A sense of hate towards everything that I grew with or near. Disdain upon those who seemed happy. The only good feeling I ever had, was knowing that I knew my father, and that every day I lived he also lived in total ignorance of me. And for this, I vowed he shall pay and so would the society he raised. He will suffer torment far beyond that of which he put me through.

What? Who are you talking about?

Why… you father.

Derron gasped in utter shock from this development. The figure behind him brought his arm around the front of Derron and raised his sleeve revealing the bracelet his mother had given him as a child. Tears welled in Derron’s eyes as he had now seen one of the children he had longed to see for many years. Derron turned around and stared at the hood covering the figures face. The black figure raised his arms and slowly removed his hood to reveal a handsome young man standing in front of him. A gaunt, defined face looked upon him. His hair was jet black and slicked back. His eyebrows the dark colour of his hair, his lips of a faint colourless tinge as if life had been drained from them, but with a trace of black upon them. But the thing that Derron noticed most about his son was his eyes. Neither like his mother’s nor his, but utterly unique to any he had seen before. Around the actual eye, the skin was shaded a deep grey to black. His eyes however were a piercing crisp white colour that seemed endless. To look into them seemed to reveal the past, present and future.

Son… Derron stuttered.

It’s too late now. interrupted the figure as he raised his bō stick and held it above his head for moments. It seemed to gather power, a black aura surrounded it. Fear me as I fear nothing in this world. Remember my name, even in death old man. and with those final words he thrust the bō stick into Derron’s chest. The black aura left the stick and flowed out and through Derron’s body. The figure leaned forward and whispered in Derron’s ear Remember me… Mez! and pulled out the bō stick on an angle causing immense pain. Derron screamed in agony and collapsed on the floor. The colour drained from his body. Derron lay there motionless. Dead.

My palace… my future… Mez exclaimed. He walked up to the throne and sat upon it. Black energy flowed from his body, out through the roof and up the top spire of the palace. Forming in great mass there, it then dispersed and covered the land of Amara Belle in total darkness. The entire flora that lived there quickly died in the wake of the overwhelming shadows. Guardians that lived in the nearby town began to flee the area of Amara Belle. A dense mist began to shroud the ground and the once blue sky now grew dark with black thunderous clouds. Amara Belle was no more.

GUARDIAN

D ark clouds covered this once peaceful land. The green grass was now covered in gloomy grey ash that was pouring from above. Lightning shot across the sky. Thunder roared in the distance foretelling of the great storm still yet to come. No fauna lived here anymore as all the plant life that they thrived on had now been destroyed by the shadows ruling this land. Once belonging to the great race of Guardians this land had now been overcome by evil, corrupted. The palace that sat upon the great hill was now covered, in the dusk, hard for the naked eye to see. A mysterious mist shrouded the area around the great palace. Dark beings roamed the sky, dragon like creatures full of malice and hatred.

On a high standing cliff overlooking the palace stood three figures, hidden in hoods, motionless except for a gentle breeze dancing their cloaks. The darkness made their cloaks almost black, although a slight tint distinguished between them. To the left was a tall figure in what seemed a dark blue cloak. In the centre was a shorter, more feminine figure masked in a deep purple cloak. And finally, to the right stood the tallest of the three figures, wearing what seemed a dark red cloak. The figures stood still for what seemed like hours. Waiting; staring into nothingness. A stray ray of sunlight shot out through the clouds, illuminating the figures and showing them in their full colours.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the central figure hooded in purple stepped off the cliff and began to fall down towards the earth below their feet. The figure did not flinch or move but seemed calm as they fell towards the ground.

The figure clad in blue that was on their left, raised out their hand in a subtle gesture. A very manly hand was now revealed. On the hand was a blue fingerless glove, matching the colour of the cloak. The figures hand began to glow in a bright blue colour, an aura that just surrounded his hand, but then very slowly, began to engulf his entire body.

The hand quickly jolted towards the ground as if he had caught something. In fact he had. The purple figure that was now down below the cliff had stopped in mid-air. A pale blue aura also surrounded the now floating purple figure. With perfect synchronisation, the blue figures hand lowered, seemingly to telekinetically move the figure in purple to the ground.

Suddenly the blue aura disappeared and the purple figure fell the rest of the distance to the earth below, collapsing in a crumpled mess.

Dynasty?! the blue figure called out down the cliff. Are you alright?

Dynasty brushed off some of the dirt from the landing, removed her hood on her cloak to reveal long, flowing purple