The Blood Moons Paradox

By Timothy Alan Milam Jr

Fillion Frig and his lifelong best friend, Camrin Brid are thrown into an inescapable adventure of dangers and chaos due to the cursed blood moon that they were born from.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Timothy Alan Milam Jr
• Release date: Oct 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463768259

Timothy Alan Milam Jr

Oregon story teller, obsessed with writing and creating new worlds and characters for people to enjoy. Loves the outdoors: hiking, camping, hunting, fishing, exploring new places. Day in and day out working on bringing stories to life for those who seek refuge, escape, love, and heart. Enjoy!

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1

The fire from Djinn's Gauntlet extinguished as he closed his fist. His enemies were all gone. They stood like chard, crispy statues, as three-dimensional shadows, frozen in time, until the elements diminish them.

The vampires, werewolves, trolls and pixies, were no match for the power of Djinn's fire; not even Lord Blood. His remains stood as the rest did; a pile of ash, shaped like a man, but Lord Blood wasn't a man, he was a hybrid species born in the Hollow Tree, that is said to be linked between the world of the living and the world of the soul eater.

It was rumored among the humans that the soul eater called forth offerings of the blood moon offspring. The first born of each dark race were to be placed within the Hollow Tree, as a way to sustain their kind, but the soul eater had other plans and birthed, Lord Blood.

It was also said that the soul eater put part of himself into Lord Blood as a way to resurrect himself through him.

Lord Blood was a great and powerful being with magic that was unmatched in the world of the living and all hope was lost for a time. Lord Blood turned the four kingdoms upside down. He cast the land into darkness, so the dark races could roam without fear of the sun. The havoc they left behind, placed the four kingdoms into chaos, until Tyherious had found Djinn's Gauntlet.

Djinn's Gauntlet was a myth of legend and was said to be kept deep within the heart of the dragon’s nest, which is located somewhere in the Lanxest desert. Many brave men have set out in search for it, but none had ever returned. That was until Tyherious came back with it.

He claimed that the effort of obtaining such a precious artifact was his own doing and he was revered for his bravery. A lot of his men lost their lives. He had claimed that he had to kill dragons to get to the location, and that the journey into the stomach was a terrifying one, that he would never wish on anyone, ever.

The war was now over and Tyherious has saved his fellow man, and the creatures that cower within the four kingdoms, letting the humans do all the saving. He was now titled, The hero of the four kingdoms. He looked out over the sea of black, charcoal figures and something in his brain snapped.

He held the metal glove up in front of his face. Sure, he's trained and used the gauntlet before, but not at this magnitude. Killing with it, made him feel powerful and unstoppable. Why shouldn't he be the ruler of Thendrel? The more he thought about it; why not rule over the other three kingdoms’ as well? He was their hero now, after all.

Yes, he loved the idea, reveled in it. No better time to start taking over, than now. He walked up to Thendrel's border and waited for the drop gate to open.

Fool's, they were. Letting one in with powers that could not be stopped. He guessed that was understandable since only moments ago he was their hero, but in less than a minute he'll become their enemy. Fiercer than the one he had just burnt to a crisp. It made him laugh to think that a gauntlet had over powered a being who had unimaginable magic. It was strange how such things worked but worked it did.

He'll play the part of hero until he's in front of the king. King Goras, the doofus, the buffoon. He never liked him, not really. Yes, he was promised the hand of his daughter once the war was finished, but that was the only thing that tied him with the buffoon.

He walked beneath the gate and through the marvelous courtyard that was being brought back to life and rather quickly, since the war was over no more than a few moments ago. The castle was always extraordinary with its high vaulted, decorative glass ceilings and skillfully sculpted pillars of unicorns, centaur, mermaids, dwarves and elves. The stairwell railings were serpents that were chiseled, smoothed marble that made them look alive. He made his way up to the throne room, following the intricate pattern of blue, green and red flames on the rug.

The throne room doors were opened by two Thendrel guards and as soon as he was visible from within, the people gathered, cheered and women threw flowers at his feet as he walked towards the throne. The king sat there clapping, smiling and laughing as he approached.

His daughter, Maleen stood up, clapping with a big smile on her face. She was very beautiful and eloquent. Her golden blonde hair was glamorously done in an elaborate braid, with wildflowers worked in.

Her dress was bright white and fit her form perfectly. Beneath her jaw line it collared at her neck and hugged her tiny waist and then puffed out at her hips until it touched the floor.

All hail our savior, Lord Tyherious! Let us all give him praise and glory in thanks for annihilating the threat that was trying to end the world of life! King doofus said and again the throng cheered.

Lord Tyherious raised his gauntlet hand and silenced the room. They all settled down, awaiting the words of Lord Tyherious, their hero of the four kingdoms. It was, but a simple accomplishment and I don't deserve to be praised; or perhaps, I do... I do however desire to be... Worshipped! Tyherious said and wasted no time; he let the fire blaze from Djinn's Gauntlet towards the king. King Goras went up in flames as the gauntlet did its magic. Tyherious was a fire power of chaos. All those in the room went up in a fiery frenzy, except the kings’ daughter, who hid herself behind her father's throne.

She really had nothing to worry about since Tyherious had plans for her, but he loved the theatrics. Tyherious closed the fingers on the gauntlet, putting out the flame. The only sound was the roar of the flames burning the victims, until they were no more than ash figures of their former selves.

My lady, Maleen. Please go now and inform Thendrel that a new king has taken over and a new world has arrived. Tyherious ordered politely.

Maleen; scared and deeply upset from her father's death, could not get herself to move. She was shaking and distraught. She peeked around the side of her dead father's throne.

The site had her gasping for air. Her father sat in perfect detail, but charred and crispy. Tears swelled her eyes. She turned to Tyherious, her eyes glaring with hatred. She wanted revenge and she was going to get it.

My dear, you're okay. I'm not going to hurt you, unless you don't do exactly what I say. Now go and share word of my rule over Thendrel! Tyherious ordered.

She slowly stood and crept out from beyond the throne. Tears were falling from her eyes as she walked around to the front. She paused, looking at Tyherious.

Go! Now! Tyherious shouted, pointing towards the throne room doors.

Shaking, and completely confounded by the situation. She slowly walked down the four steps and onto the stone floor. She kept her head down as she made her made her way towards the door. On the floor was a lonesome sword that had fallen from the guard that stood next to it. She quickly scrambled to it and scooped it up and turned towards Tyherious. He laughed.

Really?! By all means, go on ahead! He offered, holding his arms out.

She didn't hesitate. She rushed in swinging, only to be grabbed by the wrist. Tyherious twisted it, making her drop the sword. She cried out in agony. He spun her around and tossed her arm at the door. She fumbled from the force.

Go now, or I'll make you wish that you were one of these fools!

She ran out of the throne. She ran, frightened for her life and for the kingdom. She did what she was ordered and spread word of the new king, Lord Tyherious, but not in any form of politeness or respect, but in wrath and venom. The people needed to know of his tyranny.

2

After the war, the four kingdoms replenished itself with new growth and the people rebuilt their lives from the chaos of Lord Blood and the dark races that coward from Djinn's Gauntlet returned to their dwellings to live another day.

Any signs of a great war were long gone, apart from the lingering memory that was Tyherious, who had taken over Thendrel and raised taxes had ordered ridiculous laws such as allowing trespass into citizens homes without cause and catering to every soldier needs without question.

Tyherious however stayed within his new home, relishing in it, doing what he pleased and for the most part he wasn't a horrible King, unless you crossed him. Since he had stolen the throne, the citizens of the four kingdoms nearly forgot how he got the position, almost.

As time went on, he started to get bored of having everything at his disposal and he needed something new to do. It was time for him to get out of Thendrel, get some fresh