The Erthod Chronicles: The Hidden Division

By Anita E. Shepherd

Following the fierce Battle of Paluok, the Enchantresses are struggling with uncertainty about their strengths and abilities for the impending war. Yet to their surprise, each Enchantress is visited by an important person from her past, and they are each provided with a token to show they are not alone in the fight against the evil darkness.

Heralded by a Druid messenger, the Enchantresses and their Mihmans are urged to meet with SkyLar to discuss the capture of Asvoria from Wringastol by Reya, and taken to the Dark Crystal Caverns. Although rumors of dissension among the elves in the regions are brooding, the mission to rescue Asvoria is set in place. However, during the commencement of the plan, those who have turned in their minds against the Light come to manifestation. While the armies are entangled with the fight against their own kind, a small group still find their way to the caverns to free Asvoria before her fate is sealed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Eden Publishing
• Release date: Jun 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9780998095059

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The Erthod Chronicles: The Hidden Division

The Erthod Chronicles:

De Fetra Blodu

{The Hidden Division}

WRITTEN BY:

Anita E. Shepherd

ILLUSTRATED BY:

Victor Saenz

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DEDICATION

To my family of the Universal Elven Society

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CHAPTER ONE

Standing upon a mountain top just as the sun was about to peek over the horizon, Tolgin could see Ofunar in the distance; the rounded castle towers protruding out from the rugged landscape. He could feel his dark blood thicken as he thought of the betrayal of those who, he felt, should have stood by his side all those years ago. Enchantress Arathron will soon feel what it’s like to have everything taken from her, he thought within himself. How could the Zoetial make her Enchantress instead of placing a rightful prince in charge? They left these helpless Elves without any real power when they decided to sacrifice their lives. But, I’ve found a new way to invoke power. Power of my own creation.

While he was concentrated in his vile thoughts of the plan he had devised, five other figures came up beside him. Hearing them approach, Tolgin narrowed his eyes looking fiercely at Ofunar. They can only see themselves and not the bigger picture of all we could have become, Tolgin uttered distastefully. To mix the races of Elves and Druids would have created a super race to accomplish far more than we ever have. Why can’t they see that?

And yet, one figure articulated in a malicious tone while another completed the sentence, your great plan will still be carried out. The two figures were twins who would play an important role in Tolgin’s dark plot.

Tolgin glanced at them slightly as a devious smirk slowly came to his lips, Yes, she is almost ready. The Witches and Warlocks have proven very useful in my plan.

They seem very dedicated, another figure agreed sarcastically, scoffing under his breath.

Yes, Tolgin responded and clasped his hands together in front of him as he turned to look at them, They were more than eager to assist me in my endeavor. Arathron couldn’t have placed me with better allies.

Whether her little pretty mind meant to or not, one figure replied with a sneer. They all snickered quietly.

Tolgin took a moment to focus on each one’s eyes individually as he spoke, You have all done well. With the information you’ve been given, we’ve finally been able to breach through the dimensions.

The five figures all nodded in homage toward Tolgin.

We still have much to do though, voiced one figure who was usually silent in an uneasy, secretive way. His speech slow and methodical, he reminded Tolgin, You still don’t have your key player.

Warily, the others looked at him and then glanced at Tolgin. Tolgin lifted his chin slightly toward him and nodded slowly. Yes, he acknowledged, but everything is playing out exactly the way it should. He looked back over at Ofunar. However, this Asvoria is someone who will likely be causing a serious threat. I don’t know who she is, but she definitely has power. I think far more than even she realizes.

She needs to be taken out of the way, one of the figures suggested.

Tolgin looked at him and smirked, Once I discover where she is, she will no longer be a problem for us.

Startled by an unexpected nearby noise, Tolgin quietly ordered them to disperse back to their posts. Tolgin took one more look at Ofunar, as his eyes turned an eerie yellow color, and then he disappeared.

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The Wiccan village of Fyecshain was nestled against the Kazmore Ocean. The village provided access to caves that opened to the area from the southern parts of the Aruonta Mountain Range. The caves tunneled deep into the center of the mountain where the Wiccans practiced their spells.

The Wiccans dwelled in huts that were enclosed with straw, material and wood. The huts were randomly placed along pathways that branched out from one enormous central fire pit, referred to as the Canvate. This was where all the Wiccans would gather when something of importance was needing to be discussed. This was where Asvoria had relayed her visions for the time she was there.

Situated in between the ocean’s edge and the Canvate, was a large hut the Wiccans called the gallery. The Wiccans enjoyed having all their meals together here and regarded it as a time to share spells that they had learned, incidents they may have encountered and to stay connected with one another.

As the sun was rising higher in the sky, Tavol was in his hut hurriedly putting all his belongings that he needed in a pack. Trying to beat the afternoon sun, he was planning for the long journey ahead of him and didn’t want to be too hot. Without use of his flight of travel, he was quickly reminded how laborious traveling by foot could be. Once he was packed, Tavol planned to stop by the gallery for some necessary food provisions. Then he would be off to his destination.

Tavol had arrived to Fyecshain late in the previous night following the battle of Paluok and awoke early to convene with the villagers to discuss the events that had taken place. But after a long, grueling debate with the Wiccans about the need to fight alongside Asvoria, the Elves and the Druids, his mind and spirit grew extremely weary. No matter what he said, the Wiccans wouldn’t even entertain the thought. He stopped packing for a few moments as he remembered the strained, uneasy argument:

But Asvoria needs our help, Tavol urged as he examined all the faces that he had looked up to for so many years.

He caught eyes with Jofmed, Myrrden’s intern. He could see the worry in Jofmed’s face and thought that perhaps he would have at least one ally in this discussion. But Jofmed glanced at Myrrden, who sat in impassive silence, and turned his eyes to the ground.

This really isn’t Asvoria’s battle either, Hurath, an elder of the village, stated. She was to deliver her dream and warning to the Elves and be done.

You don’t get it! Tavol gushed in exasperation, almost on the verge of tears from frustration, she has been marked by this immense darkness. Whether she wanted to be a part of it or not; she is. And we can’t stand by and act like we aren’t residing on this planet too. We can’t not give aid.

Some of the Wiccans got up and began to leave. Don’t…, Tavol sighed and closed his eyes, don’t leave. Please.

He regarded Esme with pleading eyes. She returned his gaze with a helpless smile.

What do you mean ‘marked’? Myrrden inquired with his deep, resounding voice that prompted everyone to stop and listen.

Tavol looked around at the group as they began to slowly return. He had a second chance to plead to them and he knew he must give the facts that will either help or hurt his cause. He began slowly but urgently, At the Waterfall of Paluok, a dark figure appeared through a portal and it called to Asvoria by her name. We didn’t know who it was, but it knew her. But what we do know is that it’s intentions toward Asvoria are not good.

I gave her a special stone the night she left here, Myrrden offered inquisitively, did she try to use it to dispel the dark figure at all?

She didn’t have time, Tavol replied as he shook his head. She was instantly pulled into a strange trance. Tavol took a step forward and opened his arms in a pleading manner towards Myrrden. Which is why we need to help.

Everyone looked at each other and quietly began to whisper amongst themselves. Tavol caught their anxiousness and jumped in, Who knows what more it would have done if the Druid, SkyLar, hadn’t been there to ward it off.

And they have Asvoria now? Esme asked.

Tavol