The Quest of the Dondorale

By Jake Thomas

In the next chapter of her epic Journey, Dondorale finds herself in the world of the dead, the forsaken abyss—Osheadam. This is the eternal place of punishment for those who lived a life of wickedness. She is set to face the gravest challenge—a hellish game of terror, the nefarious Maze of Autozar. Ten levels of terror, ten dreadful champions she must defeat to claim an irresistible reward that shall push her to the limits of survival for one goal: a chance to finally become what she always dreamed of being—a queen. Can the conqueror of Killingguard survive? Find out in this dreadful tale of twists, turns, and unspeakable horrors.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LifeRich Publishing
• Release date: Mar 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781489718181

Jake Thomas

Jake Thomas was born and raised in the small town of Albermarle north carolina. He is the son of famous artist and homeschooled by his mother. Jake’s mother played a major role in his life as a writer in whom he has continued on with his talent the last decade. Jake’s motto is “I could never be where I am without Christ for without him I could have never came this far.”

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2018949393

LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 03/03/2020

Contents

Eternal Mother

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

To my mother in memory

Cynthia Darlene Poplin Thomas

Your not gone, we’re just temporally apart.

Eternal Mother

I want to start by saying that no one in this world or the next will ever replace you. The pain we share in your absence only fuels us for the glorious reunion. I will never stop believing you are close by in spirit and more beautiful then ever. Oh this pain without you spreads like sickness that refuses to leave, and it is a battle adjusting to this new life without you physically here. And we only long for the day when we are able to see you again. Your presence echoes through our lives, your memories made a home in our hearts, your smells eternally branded on everything we had of yours and your spirit visits with us always. Mother it was you who played a major role in my journey as a writer. It may have not been the stories you were into, but that did not matter to you, just to see me accomplish such a goal was enough to make you proud. And I am thankful I became the son you are most well pleased.

Oh how I miss you, how my sisters miss you, how your family misses you. How can I describe this ache that has torn at me day by day. Yet there is a calm there, a warmth and forever peace that lets me know everything will be well. I wonder what your doing right now. Perhaps walking along with Paw Paw as he jingles change in his angel trousers while your brother Jeff looks over Dad when are you ever gonna stop jingling that darn change in your pants? You may be walking with Mama Judy, sharing stories in the life prier, Judy probably telling you. Hun I gotta go calm John down he’s done thrown his hat down bout to lose his temper on someone. There is no telling. But one thing is for sure you are in the presence of our Lord and our Savior Jesus Christ. What an experience that must be to walk along side him, to see his face, to embrace him. Our minds cannot wrap around a shard of the thought. To walk with Noah hearing how large the waves were as God navigated the Ark across the flood. To sit with Jonah and hear what it was like to be in the whale those many nights. To sit around with the disciples and hear stories of their legendary journey on this earth with Christ. To have herbal tea with Mary! And to hear the pain she bore to watch our King pay our sin debt on an old rugged cross! To walk alongside Paul and hear his tales of preaching the gospel in his epic journey. To talk with the thief on the cross whos heart shattered when he looked into the eyes of Jesus and cried out Lord please I beg you to remember me when you enter your kingdom! And how it felt with Christ told him Verily I say unto you..this day you shall be with me in paradise! For this is only just a taste of what you are seeing now. What a day that will be.

Until we meet again Mother you remain in our hearts, dreams,

and minds. We love and miss you more then words can tell.

Thank you for the 36 wonderful years of allowing me to

be your son. For the hard work you bled to make me into

the child of God I was destined to be you had accomplished

that. We love you Mama. I’ll see you on the other side.

"To all those who have supported me both family and

friends I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Warning!!This book contains gore and violence far too gruesome

for some readers. Please be advised there are scenes extremely gory

and some are too disturbing for young readers. Many of you have

long awaited the sequel, I had put a lot of hard work into this one.

4 years worth. I hope those who have waited truly enjoy the next

chapter to the Dondorale Saga. Let me conclude this note by saying

I am a published fantasy author, what you read from me is the

path I was given. I do not write anything other then stories from

the world I spent a decade to create, nor do I have any interest in

doing anything else. I love you all I hope you enjoy my next book.

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CHAPTER 1

H er eyes focused intently on a world of shattered mountains and ashen deserts, beneath a sky of ruin and a black sun, corrupted planes of foul lakes and poisoned rivers laced with the sights of labyrinthine canyons stretched across a land of lawful evil. Wearing a few clothes from her father, her wide-brimmed hat riddled with cuts and holes.

A sapphire-colored gown embraced every nook and cranny of her curvaceous shape.

Her jeweled green eyes fixed upon the chaotic scenery with wonder from the window of her father’s ten-story estate just north in the large city of Xahara. Dondorale stood by her father a moment grinning, shrugging a shoulder at him.

Her father looked on beside her, pleasuring himself grotesquely to a bowl full freshly plucked eyeballs. His fancy shirt clung to his massive chest; his thick golden locks tumbled beautifully around his broad shoulders. Dondorale shortly contributed to the sanguine snack, without hesitation gobbling down a few within moments time.

Eve was used to it by now, after spending most her life beside the warrior nothing had surprised her. Her face a distant look sitting to the corner of the den on an odd-shaped couch, resembling an upside-down tongue protruding with legs.

Yizack had taken Victoria to discuss some affairs. Dondorale would spend a few days with her father before entering the Maze of Autozar. Maddicus brought to light he was responsible in the abduction of Stathmore, dragging her through an ominous portal, bringing her here. Learning the truth behind her abduction, she thought of it no more realizing her father was behind it and the reason, Dondorale moved on trading pleasantries with her father.

Dondorale, Eve, and her father spent a short while discussing the rules of Maze of Autozar. She assured her father she was prepared; spending years training under the wing of Victoria’s associates proving capable the most dangerous warrior Killinguard would ever see. Maddicus understood, but in truth, nothing could prepare her for what dangers and horrors laid within the Maze.

Maddicus broke-down the dreadful game she would soon enter. Ten levels each wrought of dangers, unlike anything she would ever face. She would make her way through the maze searching for a checkpoint, a hovering eyeball set ablaze marking the city of a champion. Entering the ruins, cut down the enemies in your path, locate the palace, enter the castle, confront the supreme, kill him, a portal would open leading to the next level. She goes through the same process over again reaching the final level, the champion here would be no simple task. For in his lair was a magic dead zone, she would have to kill him without magic. If she completed all levels of the game, an irresistible prize awaited her. A crown and a new life as a Queen, ruling a mighty empire with vast armies. Dondorale liked the sound of that. Her father could see it overruling her face, drifting her into thought. Maddicus pulled her back from her impressions of the prize, warning her not to let this irresistible reward cloud her focus on the fight, she would need every ounce of her attention, will and drive in this quest. The monsters here were ruthless, mindless, and evil to the core. If she let the reward and thoughts of Queen cloud her determination, she would perish. Dondorale argued with him that she was prepared to face such odds. She would not allow this to determine her fate. She would be victorious, and the crown would be hers in the end. She had not failed before; if she did, she would not be standing before him now. Her jeweled eyes pressed on him with determination she would not fail.

Eve spent a little while sharing small talk with her beloved friend and comrade before bed, drinking, laughing and sharing memories. Later that night Eve would raise a topic that caught Dondorale off guard. She wanted to know the true story behind the young girl who met them in the lower rooms of the arena a while back. Dondorale turned up her ale replying the girl was a fan and nothing more. So the crystal was nothing more then an item too? There must be more to this story then your telling. The warrior in striking jeweled green eyes and caramel skin replied. Dondorale’s eyes narrowed. She explained the girl was a fan and the crystal given to her was a gift. The whole story of the crystal, the voice behind the item, it was all a sham. Eve didn’t believe that though, She could tell Dondorale was lying, the way the raven spoke quickly of the subject not making eye contact with her it was all signs she wasn’t telling the truth, Dondorale was getting a little ill on the topic too. For some odd reason she didn’t like talking about that little girl now or the subject. But why? The warrior in long dull black hair near butt length rose to pour another drink while she change the subject completely. Her father was handsome though. Eve approached the whole scene from a different angle. Do you think he was married?

Dondorale paused with her back turned. I don’t know, I don’t want to talk about it, the Enchantress took me to the wood shed afterward on that whole ordeal.

She lectured you? Eve still sitting on the bed could see Dondorale huff and puff about it as she mocked the Enchantress. You don’t even want to know. Rambling on about..I don’t want you speaking to any men, the last thing I need is to be caught up in a hodgepodge of you being pregnant or having some relationship with a man, She went on. Oh yes just blew me up behind the curtain, throwing up the past in my face about my last escape and for all she knows I could have a child out there.

Dondorale shook her head turning up her drink. Did she know about the crystal and the little girl? Eve asked. No, by the dead no…and don’t you go leaking that scene to her, I would never hear the end of it. She knew her friend wouldn’t say anything. I don’t know a thing, but that would be something if you really did have some secret child out there.

The warrior in inky tresses and alluring beauty disagreed. That was the last thing she wanted surfacing right now. She had a dangerous quest to prepare for in a few days. And the last thing she would want is for the news of some long lost child falling into into the ears of the Enchantress. If she survived this treacherous mission and rose as Queen, that would be entirely different. Weather or not she did have a child out there was unknown to those in Killinguard. Only Dondorale and her friends of the outside world knew that for certain. The champion of Killinguard spent the rest of the time trading pleasantries and raising old memories with her friend while she cleaned Dangrail, her trusted war sword wrapped in fabulous shark skinned leather at the grip, the blade forged of a rare cerulean glass matching the color of the demon within, the cross guard depicted as black bat wings adorned in the same melevolent cat eyes of her fiendish form. The two friends spoke on her preparations for the maze and Dondorale’s dream as a Queen before they would call it a night.

That night Eve would dream of a fond night back in Killingguard.

There were two best friends in the bath halls of Killingguard, sharing a tub with having an evening dinner and stout drink. The warrior sat back half lit from the liquor. Do you know what I desire to do one day if I ever truly am able to permanently escape this god forsaken dung hole we call home? The warrior in beautiful raven hair fixed her emerald eyes upon her friend who sat across from her in the tub. No I don’t. Evizahal answered who went back to her meal after locking eyes with her friend. To rule.

Do you think I would become a good Queen?

Eve thought a moment. In my honest opinion, no.

Dondorale cocked her head. No?

No.

Why? The raven asked.

Because your an instrument of chaos, carnage and evil. How can you be considered a good Queen, you are the complete opposite of everything good.

Dondorale made a duck face nodding. That is a very good point.

Now if you were to ask me what kind of Queen do I think you would be, cold, wicked, still quite amusing at times, but above all there would be nothing good that would become of you, the demon inside always has an insatiable hunger for human flesh, how can anything good become of that?

Well perhaps she would only chase after the flesh of wicked people.

The fiend chases after who ever she can get her claws on, we are all fortunate you are the cage that keeps her at bay…most of the time.

Dondorale nodded sipping from her tankard.

The world would come to fear you, well, that is if you were to vanquish their only hope against evil.

The cursed Son of Destiny. Dondorale smiled and brought up humanity’s greatest deliverer from evil. Have you ever wondered where he truly came from, I mean who his father was? It had to have been a Cinharian, one of them at least.

There have been tales that he was forged form the sun, others say the sun vomited him up from its fiery loins into the world and that is why we have fire and why each day is much brighter then before is because of the light he brings. Dondorale debated.

Others say he was originally one of the seven stars of Ozlaocedd and Zephradease plucked him from the sky and planted him in the world to bring hope for the good of humanity. Eve gave her opinion of it. There are so many theories of where he came from. Regardless going back to what you spoke of earlier, if I ever do become Queen one day and rise to power, he would be the first to be taken out.

Why?

Because to be the most feared, you have to take out the most feared. Dondorale made a great point. Eve could not help but agree. Because think about it, how else am I going to make an impact on this world if I don’t eliminate the greatest opposing force to evil?

If I kill him, I have the worlds attention am I right? The beautiful mocha skinned warrior could not help but to agree. If he is gone there would be nothing to stop you-

From ruling the world. Dondorale answered cutting her short. But…these are all just dreams right? I’m a hound of Killinguard, a dog who keeps the wolves away for my master lady Victoria Malcrude. I could never become Queen, my goodness, I am only able escape killingguard but so long before the master finds her dog again. How could I ever be entitled to ruling a kingdom, of what may I ask, everything I kill her crudeness comes right in behind and takes all the credit. There would be no possible way that would ever happen for me…not as long as she lives and breathes.

Yes it would be something to see me as Queen, but I am afraid that merry old door is far from my reach.

Eve woke before long after with little words to speak on the whole ordeal. Walking over to gaze the window overlooking the melevolent metropolis of confusing, slobbering, stupendous spires, fused with a conglomeration of flabby, mildewed, octopoid shapes, barbarous buildings and winged creatures with hideous talons and fishy faces.

Later that morning they traveled to an enormous tavern downtown known as the Geniutaberna Gen-in-u-tab-er-na

A large, disgusting place in the middle of the city. An evil sight welcomed them the moment they walked through the doors. The first level spread in walls and surfaces of pseudopodial (pseu·do·po·di·al) nebulous a swirling mist scattered with stars and smoky shapes which seemed to reach out of the walls in a crawling motion hypnotic in the groove of trance-like music which played from various instruments by nightmarish creatures on a massive stage to the very front of the first level. It was breathtaking, how the music played, the walls and floors seemed to come alive crawling from the surface but never touching anyone who danced to the middle of the room. It was more of a pure fog to them, passing through them and rising in various directions. Like snakes hypnotized in the play of flute. It looked somewhat like an interdenominational plane in space. But the surfaces solid as stone. Pinkish Spire lined as beams supporting the next level which formed into another lair entirely. The next level shaped out in Nematocyst wonder. Walls containing bunches of gathered cells containing, toxic coiled threads containing toxic coiled threads of poison filling the room with toxins if a threatening scene erupts. There were a few of these defensive mechanisms hidden within the walls of both levels. This place is..

Beyond your dreams? Maddicus asked, finishing Eve’s sentence. Yes, it is truly wondrous. One of the few Taverns here in the city. I’ve been coming here many years now, met several women here, good ones, and bad. Hopefully, none I will encounter.

Suddenly the lights dimmed, everyone’s attention drawn to a grotesque stage to the front of the massive place. A little horned imp in leather skin and monstrous features took the step with gimp in the right leg. Monsters, minions of our father Maldemious, locals and evil of all kinds, visitors, welcome to the Geniutaberna! My name is Ethroc, and I will be your host for this awful, eerie, evil evening. Before we begin, please help yourself to our bar, we have many specials on the board this evening. Especially our Inferno, the strongest drink in the house. Our cheerful bartender Mr. Beasily will be more than happy to take your request. Say hello Mr. Beasily, The little darkling called him out. The hunched over frog faced six armed beast waved a giant hand. His mouth crocked with a smile exposing his wickedly yellowish teeth. Well I believe I have spat enough mutter, so let us be on to our songbird to commence our show. So let me introduce her before she drags me behind the curtain and eats me brains, You know her voice, you know her beauty, and you know her famous song there are lies behind your eyes, guests and regulars let us give hellish applause for the magnificent, malicious…Xylira!

This was one of Maddicus’s past lovers, a popular one too. Maddicus wasn’t too thrilled. Well let us be off, perhaps we-

Maddicus turned to find another of his ladies near fall right into his lap. Maddicus? The beautiful succubus was surprised to see him here. Janeth, Maddicus knew seeing her this would be a long day ahead. What are you doing here? The stocky darker-skinned woman asked surprised to see him after many months, perpetually draped in fineries, short curved horns protruded through her long golden hair. Her lovely face full of curiosity sporting a perfect smile and a twinkle in her purple eyes dark as violets. I had stopped by for breakfast, along with my daughter and her friend, Dondorale, Eve. This is Janeth, a close…we’ve known one another for a long time. Maddicus felt awkward at this point, introducing them, never expecting to come into this kind of predicament. Lovely to meet you both, I was just looking for a table, come sit with me.

Oh no, I couldn’t possibly do that we’re not staying long, a meal and then we would be off. Much to accomplish today. Maddicus speaking in his loud voice was kind but at the same time gave hints in his tone he’d rather not. Are you still upset with me over-

Over there, yes a table, right to the corner, Dondorale why don’t you and Eve have a seat there, I’ll return shortly. Dondorale caught the eye of the table, and with the other took the cue he needed to speak with her privately. A pleasure meeting you, The succubus replied; Dondorale nodded moving to the table while Eve followed behind. The two ordered a round of ale. They sat around studying Maddicus across the room by the bar speaking with the woman seeming to be in a deep conversation laced with some heat. Your father seems to have made a few lovers. Eve brushed her short hair aside green as grass in the summer. Dondorale never responded, spending the next few minutes locking eyes on the two speaking at the bar. Then her gaze shifted to Eve, finally returning. He never could be satisfied with one woman, The warrior in lovely eyes green mystical as emeralds held into the sun answered with a hint of tease in her tone. They spent a few moments watching the scene while the other female on stage made an announcement. This song is for all the lovers played like a fiddle. Cast into the darkness like a dog left in the rain.

And this fawning wench needs her eyes plucked out with a hot poker, Dondorale started on the woman on stage. Crying of being played, you’re a streetwalker you doghearted shit shoveler, go back to selling your clam for pence you filthy trout. Eve turned her gaze to Dondorale at this moment. I hate this place already, if I had to spend an eternity with her I would gouge my eyes out.

She is screaming for attention, Eve added; turning up her ale. Of course she is, she only said that cause father here, and she’s soured in the loins now. I like the lady we met at least she had dignity.

She only whines now because he is here, so she played this card to make him look like a fool. You see, he pays her no mind. She’s a crying thoughtless louse ridden gumboil who needs a good flogging that’s all, Dondorale held a stone-cold stare not even spitting a smile. Leaning back in the carved out mushroom chair, she listened in on the woman’s song talking trash about the female on stage. I hope father never had any secret children with this poor, soiled poxy troll. Dondorale brought up another topic on the woman. I hope not either, she looks pitiful, Eve said relating to the women looks as well as how she displayed herself. "She sounds like a senseless doltish rat who lost his testicles to an evil omen. please finish your song already.

I couldn’t get drunk enough even to be immune to this filthy whore. Dondorale continued watching her father by the bar talking with the other woman. The woman on stage brought a few of the crowd cheering in her song. Dondorale continued to lay smack. Maybe if the salt souled fungus would sing about songs didn’t scream of a whining brat who got her heart toyed then perhaps she might be decent. Decent, I wouldn’t raise the bar any higher than that.

I hope she doesn’t come over here and poke a stick as much as you and I have been talking about this woman we don’t even know. Dondorale glanced. An evil grin waking across her lovely face. Eve tried to reason with her. There would be no trouble in the bar. Oh for the love of tosspot. At least, let me dash a little sand in her face.

No, Eve replied, dryly turning up her ale. Just a little sand in her face? Dondorale asked again. No, Evizahal replied, rolling her eyes. Just let me punch her, just once…

We are not causing a scene and being thrown out of the bar. On top of that, think of your father. Dondorale rose from the table. Dondorale…no sit down. She Insisted; Dondorale replied softly. I need another ale. The warrior rose; Eve followed right behind her, which killed her chance, just for a moment until she slipped through the crowd losing her. Suddenly Before the next song played Dondorale was on stage, drawing everyone’s attention. Who the chewed entrails do you think you are interrupting my performance-

Are you finished crying? Dondorale shot forward; her father looked on. He was not happy about this one. You sound like a whining dame who screams for attention and the crowd has stomached it so much to the point when you enter the stage they know when its time to sleep.

Don’t speak, your pitiful singing will only drive them further into boredom. The crowd began to choke up a bit