Eyvilnar: The Warning

By Colin Cage

Hion, a city near the border of New Mexico, is home to many unearthly and marvelous happenings, but it also carries the darkest of mystics: the battle between good and evil. For years, Sasha has lived in secret with his abilities, known only to his father and himself, believing to be the only one like him in the cosmos. But one day, unusual things start to happen. He always feels being watched and is being attacked by vampires, werewolves, and magical beings. Whats going on here? Theres a rumor that Sasha may perhaps be possessed by the evil god, Eyvilnar. Sasha is then pulled into a world of magic and fairy tales. As secrets are revealed, Sasha has to battle on his own for his friends prefer to remain cryptic. Who is he? What is he? Where is he from? As if all the excitement isnt enough, Cupid shoots his arrows, and Sasha finds his heart torn between a gorgeous yet quirky witch, Kaylee, and his equally beautiful neighbor, Tania. Where will destiny take him? And to whom will fate entrust his heart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Africa
• Release date: Jan 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781482860573

Colin Cage

Colin Cage, Born on the 22nd of March 1990. Living in Carolina, Mpumalanga. Coffee, stargazing. and cycling, are just a few of the things he loves.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1 Waking Up

Chapter 2 End Of Perfection

Chapter 3 The Second Sign

Chapter 4 Dishonest

Chapter 5 The One Who Sees All

Chapter 6 The Third Sign

Chapter 7 The Evil Plot

Chapter 8 The Lifelong Curse

Chapter 9 Secrets Revealed

Chapter 10 Planning Ahead

Chapter 11 The Warning

To my mother, whose love for me had travelled beyond the stars, I dedicate this book. She will always be remembered.

CHAPTER 1

WAKING UP

I gazed into her glassy eyes. She was frightened and despondent, for the look on her face revealed fear. The tear from my left cheek leapt on to hers, for Chaylith had taken my sister from me. Betrayal and rage were the final ingredients needed to forge the destiny of hope. The spell which was cast on me was successful, but it was too late.

* * *

It was a day when the moon ruled the sky with its bright light colour covered in a few gentle grey clouds. The wind was increasing slowly, leaves running along the polluted old streets of a small Western town replica. The streets were quiet with everyone in their homes. A dark figure appeared from the distance, slowly and gracefully strolling down the street as if it were unaware of the existence of time. As the foreigner reached the building it was walking towards, cheering could be heard from within. The being moved towards the steps, planting its feet heavily with a thump, causing the old wood to creak as it entered the hotel. As it went through the door, the people that were playing their card games and drinking games stopped immediately. People stared at the dark figure with its hood hiding its face. Some looked stunned, baffled, and others were visibly shaken. The hooded form stood two feet from the saloon doors while the patrons could not see its face. The crepuscular figure was wearing a faded green jacket with a pair of smoky-black bell-bottom pants which were old, filthy, and worn out. The barman somehow seemed to be on familiar terms with the stranger. ‘No, not here,’ he said faintly in a desperate manner.

The barman was impeccably garmented in a crisp daisy button shirt, obsidian ceremonial coat, with an onyx bow tie complementing his appearance. The counter was set at a height of four feet five inches.

The bartender looked terrified and was slowly reaching under the table, but at that exact moment, the stranger raised his hand. The object that the barman held was now visible above the counter; it appeared to be a wand, but it was too late. Time slowed down for everyone at that moment. Some of the people in attendance knew what was about to occur. They dropped their drinks and threw down whatever they might have had in their hands. Instantly an enormous shock wave swept through the entire room, followed by a massive inferno. People were screaming and trying to escape, but flames filled the entire room, shattering the windows and blocking the exits. A faceless man appeared from a shadowy corner, exhaling steam not from the fire. He moved towards the centre of the hotel, but before he could reach it, the entire building exploded, sending rubble and debris flying in every direction. Smoke rose high into the night sky, blocking out what little of the moon was exposed. People came out of their homes and leaned out their windows to see what that horrible noise was. From the burning ruins, a single entity could be heard stomping out through what used to be the doorway, kicking smouldering wood out of its path. It was the lightless individual unscathed by the fire leaving the building. It walked down the open road, unafraid of the watching eyes. The dark figure turned around and looked back at the smouldering ashes, which only moments ago were the saloon. From the burning foundation came the faceless man, exhaling steam with every step. He came to a halt at the doorway and stared at the darkened being. The dark figure shared a gentle nod before returning on its path out of the town.

* * *

I woke up with my face covered in sweat and sat up as fast as I could to turn on the bedside lamp. My heart was racing after waking up from a terrible nightmare. The dream felt so real that I was forced wide awake. To calm myself down, I started looking at random objects in the room. The first picture was a photo of me standing next to Kaylee. Her blackened hair rested on her shoulders, accentuating her dark eyeliner around her greyish-blue eyes. She wore a gentle, amiable smile, and her pink lip gloss matched the light-pink top she was wearing in the photo. She was the only one I could think of, and after seeing this picture, it was like all our memories together were projected very clearly. I then scanned through the rest of the room, moving to the desk. The table itself was quite large and made of African blackwood. This made me think back of my home country South Africa; it holds a place close to my heart. The twenty-four-inch monitor stood in the middle of the desk just behind the wireless keyboard. The computer was black, with green and blue LED lights shining outwards from within. It was always on with a changing background. Pictures which included me, my friends, and the places that I had visited were flickering on the flat screen. Moving my attention to the closet was part of the plan. It was also made of African blackwood. It had indented doors unlike ordinary closets. In fact, my whole room was of African theme, so it was not hard telling what I admired when it came to interior decoration. By this time, I had calmed down enough to return to a normal breathing pattern. This was my first time to experience a dream like this, but I didn’t give it any real thought; after all, it was only a dream. The light from the lamp fell on me, revealing my chiselled jaw structure and shrimpy drops of sweat still tumbling down my skin.

Monday started off very hot and sunny, with people in the neighbourhood jogging early in small groups, others working in the garden, and a few washing their cars. I depart from bed and prepared for school like any other day. I opened the curtains as well as the window before heading to my wardrobe, scratching around for a few seconds before pulling out some clothes and travelling towards the full-body mirror. I garbed myself in a tight cotton shirt with blue-grey jeans and charcoal-black sneakers. After viewing myself in the mirror, I headed downstairs and found a prepared lunch on the kitchen table. Everybody had already left for work, so I just snatched an apple for breakfast and the lunch on the table before heading out the kitchen door, which lead to the garage. Securing the door behind me, I made my way towards the car, a silver two-door sports vehicle with very broad rear tyres and large rims. I kept my car clean on the inside and the outside, emphasizing that I’m a very neat person who takes care of all my possessions. Using the electronic remote, I disabled the lock on my car and opened the door upwards. I placed my bag on a long wooden object after I had moved the passenger seat to the front and then pushing the seat back to its original position. Once again, I used my remote to open the garage door before stepping into the car. After the garage door was fully opened, I then slowly backed out the driveway. My neighbour Mr Leslie was outside watering his flowers; they were very precious to him. He would go out to his garden three times a day to check on them. Mr Leslie was a tall and slim 70-year-old man dressed in a sleeveless vest, shorts, and sandals. Moving backwards along the driveway, Mr Leslie greeted me pleasantly, peeping over a brick wall. ‘Good morning, Sasha. Fine day today, wouldn’t you say?’

‘Every day is a fine day, Mr Leslie. Sorry I’m late for school, so I can’t talk,’ I answered in a hurry yet in a dulcet manner before driving off.

I wanted to take the usual route to school but knew that traffic would be unforgiving, so instead, I proceeded with a different path. Avoiding the heavy traffic, it took me more or less fifteen minutes to arrive at school. Making it to the educational institution, I parked my car on the school grounds, snatched my backpack from the rear, and followed the rest of the students into the school rather hastily. On my way into the building, some of the people were greeting me by nicknames, handshakes, smiles, and hugs. I went to my locker to grab some books that I would need for the first period. Opening the door of the locker, I heard a soothing sound coming from my right-hand side.

‘Hello, Sasha,’ Kaylee said in a seductive tone, pushing the door to reveal her face.

It didn’t take me long, and a smile quickly appeared. My mornings always began brightly as she greeted me with the friendliest attitude. ‘It’s a pity that you’re late,’ I said with a sardonic smile.

‘Why, anything you wanted to share with me?’ She lowered her head and added a grin upon herself.

‘Yeah, something like that.’ I kept it mysterious, looking over her left shoulder for a split second.

‘It’ll have to wait after school then,’ she said, placing her right hand against my left cheek.

‘You can’t wait, can you?’ I said, being rather overconfident.

She smiled and ignored me at first, but after a few moments, the bell rang. ‘Bye, Sasha,’ I said, disappearing after she gifted me with a peck on the lips.

Down the main hall, I travelled and stopped at the notice board. The information on the board was about a few colleges that presented their academic and sports results throughout the year. I spent some time browsing through the names and their sports results. For a moment there, I had forgotten that I was on my way to class. I turned away from the display board, noticing how abandoned the corridor was. I reached the first class in room number 22, which had a name tag with ‘Mrs Woolgather’ carved in bold print. In class, students were sitting and listening to their classmates. We had to deliver an oral essay for the next few days.

‘Sorry I’m late, ma’am.’ I apologized for my tardiness.

‘Cindy, you’re up next,’ the teacher said, obstreperously ignoring me.

I went to my seat while the class was quietly listening to Cindy giving her oral essay. On the other hand, I stared out the window as soon as I reached my desk, thinking of Kaylee. Without observing I did not notice that a number of students were already done with their essay. ‘Sasha, you’re next,’ the teacher said affirmatively.

With that, my classmates began cheering loudly. My friends provided me with nicknames like Mr Muscles and Greek God because of my impressive physique and also because when taking a photo, I usually struck a pose like a Greek statue. They would shout these nicknames as a jest whenever I was in the spotlight. I had a pleasant smile, and my posture was very approachable and confident. The girls stopped what they were doing and placed all their concentration on me as I careered to the front of the class; some of them struck little grins too. I was quite popular with everyone around school, in the university, and in the city. I spent time with university students because I would be going to that specific university soon. Also, I am famous among the townspeople, not because I’m an actor in a new hit series on television but because I was known by a lot of people as a motivational speaker. The reason I can manage school and attend sports activities with simplicity is that I only operate for two hours a day with a very professional crew functioning on set, and they do their work promptly. I travelled to the front of the class and swung around to face my classmates. The teacher smiled at me, signalling that I can begin. I stared at her with my olive eyes, my carob hair hanging slightly over my eyelids. ‘You may start,’ the teacher said, leaning comfortably in her chair.

Facing the class, I then rendered one step forward. ‘Do you believe that we are alone in the universe? We are told stories about aliens, ghosts, vampires, and werewolves, myths, and legends that—’ The bell rang, interrupting my mid- speech.

All the students began leaving the classroom without hesitation while I was facing the teacher and asking her. ‘Shall I continue, ma’am?’

‘No, it’s fine for now. Tomorrow is another day,’ she said from behind her desk.

I went back to my seat, putting my belongings into my