The Chronicles of Hissfon, The Black Knight

By Remy Lecornec

The Necromancer has created a Nameless Fear within the great Citadel, is ready to ravage the prosperous Mandrara Mountains until they turn to ashes. The war is being waged in the cities of the Mandrares.

While the three Warriors do everything possible to repel the enemy, the powerful Necromancer Thāar gives birth to a Nameless Fear in the compound of the great black citadel of Shâltara.

With their weakened powers, the Wizards Donnhum and Tohn-Mâ still try to gather the five Crowns to counter the threat of the Fourth Kingdom.

Will unexpected help allow them to join in order to end this conflict?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Remy Lecornec
• Release date: May 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781547558629

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PROLOGUE

After the terrible incidents in the regions of the Mandrares, a terrible revenge was born in the macabre fortress Shâltara, the evil had covered all the Fourth Dominion. Thus, the Black Magician received the new dark army created by Count Nerrum, a powerful ally of the Necromancer Thar. The entire citadel set in motion while a nameless fear disturbed the desolate lands of the West.

As for the magician Donnhum, the defeat against the Lord of Darkness came to him as a revelation. The different kings of the neighboring kingdoms of Fahl were summoned for Galnor the mighty and great city of arms.

For the young Gerioh the training in the use of the legendary sword Galhara was hard and full of difficulties. Doltha, though patient, redoubled her efforts to allow her friend to channel the force of his powerful sword.

In a regrettable state, Artémion fought against his uncertain destiny, how much affliction caused him, while several healing priests came to his bed to help him. The colossus had been touched by an evil energy, so mysterious that even the oldest and wisest of healers had not managed to discover its origin.

Carhaa and Kenthae, always present with him, began to lose hope, but always kept in mind that without the medallion of the young girl, medallion that should have been lost in the citadel was Shaltara, it would have been impossible to challenge the Necromancer and his dark army .

Against all odds, the help they needed came from the distant lands of the Pirien desert. This arid and sparsely populated eastern kingdom contained an uncontrolled magic that only an individual of Hissfon could master.

Chapter One

A strange feeling

Everything seemed peaceful in the city of Moprem, the inhabitants wandered in the markets, whose fruits just imported from the crops of the land of the northeast shone under the sun's rays. This great city in the center of the Mandrarian Lands was erected on a huge rock, the access to the citadel could only be made by a winding path but wide enough to pass only two wagons. The colors in pink tones of the rock shone miles away, the jewel of the magician Tohn-Ma and symbol of the magical power that reigned there. The magician wandered the immense corridors of his domain, worried when he felt a strange force traveling through the city. The magician walked the multiple stairs to reach the top of the tall tower.

Hundreds of heads, the Moprem tower was made of spiral staircases made of the most precious forests of the forests of Shân-Fhel, whose walls housed magnificent libraries. Some books and grimoires floated here and there, so much magic abounded in these places. At the end, Mage Tohn-Mâ went to the balcony near his large desk covered in threadbare parchments, old relics and worn feathers that allowed him to write orders. He looked toward the horizon to the east when he saw a procession, attracted by two horses, shining on the plains planted with the first snows.

The wizard quickly went to the entrance of the citadel, the small group reached the huge doors protected by a dozen sentries. It was announced to the magician that the individuals came at the request of the regent of the Pirite Kingdom in the east, much appreciated by King Berum. He signaled the guards to let the procession in, slipped through the crowd already present, it was known that Moprem was a place of passage and important trade.

His dark eyes, borne by a face with features drawn by hard years, and surrounded by a large brown hood made of old worn fabric, pierced the Wizard's. He threw back his head, anxious, and said:

- What have you come to do so far from your kingdom, my friend?

- The ruler of the city of Volnum, Harnam, son of Garsha, makes you look -  replied the man, who handed him a parchment something burned.

- Because I ? And why not King Bérum himself if it's about political issues?

- In no way is it a political matter, sir -  replied the individual  - but rather magical.

- Magical? - Fit Mage Tohn-Ma seemed surprised  - Well, I will inform my disciples of my departure.

- We must hurry" said the man under his cloak, while the magician turned  - also affects your kingdom...

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The query

After these last words, the great magician in the white robe continued his walk, then turned his head towards the group that had just arrived, cast an indifferent glance and then went to the weapons room. After having requested the presence of Kenthaë and Carhâa, he informed them of the request of the regent, but the lancer opposed this request, the people of the East had no reputation as reliable merchants, what about their loyalty? The magician carefully explained the possibility that something might have arisen from the powerful magic of the Pirian desert. Carhaa asked, surprised:

- Do we have to trust this man?

-Yes, my young friend - confirmed the Magician - I know the priests of Volnum, they are not very charitable, but their intentions are often more than praiseworthy. Believe in your regent, let's do the same.

- We will go with you, Master -  said Kenthaë  - you will need an escort.

- No, young Lancer -  replied the wizard, twisting his fingers in his long white beard.

- You must stay in Moprem to take care of your friend Artemonion, he needs you.  I go to my garrison to find a troop of paladins and guards, you , stay here.

- The road is long for Volnum, my Master -  said Carhaa  - it is not the best way to travel through these lands.

- Certainly, I will be well surrounded and you know my magic, whoever challenges her is lost!

The young woman smiled and Kenthae looked at her, as if reassured. The two friends put their right wrist on their torso like a trustworthy garment and said at the same time, Because of the Fahl banner, which was the war cry of the kingdom since the origin of the first Archaelites. The magician Tohn-Ma He left the room and went to look for some guards to escort him