The Magic Of The Elves: Fantasy Novel

By Alfred Bekker

Alfred Bekker

The Magic Of The Elves: Fantasy Novel

 

 

 

The third volume in the saga of Daron and Sarwen.

Fantasy novel
Once again, the Elven twins Daron and Sarwen do everything they can to protect their homeland from harm The villains from the first two volumes make common cause to finally gain power in the Elven Kingdom with combined evil forces: The fugitive mage Jarandil and the sinister Bone Lord of Skara are plotting an evil scheme and have no thought of abandoning their sinister intent.

The continuation of the Elven trilogy by Alfred Bekker!

 

Overview Elven Children 1-7

The jewel of the elves

The sword of the elves

The magic of the elves

The flame spears of the elves

In the centaur forest of the elves

The spirits of the elves

The ice demons of the elves

 

Alfred Bekker is the author of numerous novels and short stories with a total circulation of over 4.5 million copies. He is also a publisher and jazz musician. Alfred Bekker writes fantasy, science fiction, thrillers, historical novels and books for young readers.

Alfred Bekker is best known for his fantasy novels. As a fantasy author, Alfred Bekker reached a large audience with his novels about THE REALM OF THE ELVES, as well as the trilogies about DRAGON'S EARTH, GORIAN and THE HALF-LINGS OF ATHRANOR.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alfred Bekker
• Release date: Feb 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215553459

Alfred Bekker

Alfred Bekker wurde am 27.9.1964 in Borghorst (heute Steinfurt) geboren und wuchs in den münsterländischen Gemeinden Ladbergen und Lengerich auf. 1984 machte er Abitur, leistete danach Zivildienst auf der Pflegestation eines Altenheims und studierte an der Universität Osnabrück für das Lehramt an Grund- und Hauptschulen. Insgesamt 13 Jahre war er danach im Schuldienst tätig, bevor er sich ausschließlich der Schriftstellerei widmete. Schon als Student veröffentlichte Bekker zahlreiche Romane und Kurzgeschichten. Er war Mitautor zugkräftiger Romanserien wie Kommissar X, Jerry Cotton, Rhen Dhark, Bad Earth und Sternenfaust und schrieb eine Reihe von Kriminalromanen. Angeregt durch seine Tätigkeit als Lehrer wandte er sich schließlich auch dem Kinder- und Jugendbuch zu, wo er Buchserien wie 'Tatort Mittelalter', 'Da Vincis Fälle', 'Elbenkinder' und 'Die wilden Orks' entwickelte. Seine Fantasy-Romane um 'Das Reich der Elben', die 'DrachenErde-Saga' und die 'Gorian'-Trilogie machten ihn einem großen Publikum bekannt. Darüber hinaus schreibt er weiterhin Krimis und gemeinsam mit seiner Frau unter dem Pseudonym Conny Walden historische Romane. Einige Gruselromane für Teenager verfasste er unter dem Namen John Devlin. Für Krimis verwendete er auch das Pseudonym Neal Chadwick. Seine Romane erschienen u.a. bei Blanvalet, BVK, Goldmann, Lyx, Schneiderbuch, Arena, dtv, Ueberreuter und Bastei Lübbe und wurden in zahlreiche Sprachen übersetzt.

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Alfred Bekker

The Magic Of The Elves: Fantasy Novel

––––––––

The third volume in the saga of Daron and Sarwen.

Fantasy novel

Once again, the Elven twins Daron and Sarwen do everything they can to protect their homeland from harm The villains from the first two volumes make common cause to finally gain power in the Elven Kingdom with combined evil forces: The fugitive mage Jarandil and the sinister Bone Lord of Skara are plotting an evil scheme and have no thought of abandoning their sinister intent.

The continuation of the Elven trilogy by Alfred Bekker!

Overview Elven Children 1-7

The jewel of the elves

The sword of the elves

The magic of the elves

The flame spears of the elves

In the centaur forest of the elves

The spirits of the elves

The ice demons of the elves

Alfred Bekker is the author of numerous novels and short stories with a total circulation of over 4.5 million copies. He is also a publisher and jazz musician. Alfred Bekker writes fantasy, science fiction, thrillers, historical novels and books for young readers.

Alfred Bekker is best known for his fantasy novels. As a fantasy author, Alfred Bekker reached a large audience with his novels about THE REALM OF THE ELVES, as well as the trilogies about DRAGON'S EARTH, GORIAN and THE HALF-LINGS OF ATHRANOR.

Chapter 1

A magic stone circle

There it is! cried Sarwen, stretching out her arm. The elf girl was sitting on the back of the giant bat Rarax, together with her twin brother Daron.

Daron steered the massive flying monster a little to the left with the power of his mind.

In the meantime, Daron and Sarwen had managed to tame Rarax with the help of magic and mind power so that it was possible to travel on him safely.

The flying monster flapped its leather-skinned wings violently once and let out a shrill scream.

I thought the days were over with this monster constantly protesting and trying to get his way!, Daron sent a thought message to his sister.

Obviously a mistake!, Sarwen answered him, also on a spiritual level.

The two Elven twins communicated very often in this way, which often enough proved to be very convenient when others were not supposed to overhear what they were talking about.

Daron leaned forward a bit and touched the fur-covered neck of the giant bat. No fooling around, do you understand? he sent a very stern thought.

Rarax opened his short, sharp-toothed mouth and lowered his bat-like head. As he did so, he flattened his ears and emitted a muffled growl, apparently to acknowledge Daron's command.

Then Rarax flew an arc and circled a rock that jutted out of the mountains like a stone needle. There were many such oddly shaped rocks in the mountains of High Elbiana - some looked like towers, others like needles, and still others like broken sword blades. The sharp winds that swept from the northwest over the coast and the adjoining mountains of High Elbiana must have cut and shaped them from the stone over many ages.

Here it is! This is the rock needle I'm after!, Sarwen sent another thought to Daron. Can you feel the power coming from the needle?

She had spoken the last words aloud. But Daron's mind was not on the matter.

Sorry, I was focusing on Rarax.

It is also only a very weak magical power inherent in the rock needle ...

In the meantime, Rarax had already left the rock needle quite a way behind him and was striving towards a mountain whose summit region was always shrouded in fog, which is why it was also called Mist Mountain.

There lay the destination of the two Elven children. The mountain was known throughout the Elven Kingdom. The other peaks of the mountain ranges of High Elbiana were covered with snow, but no one knew yet what it looked like on the Misty Mountain, because its summit was constantly surrounded by a dense wreath of gray-white mist. Even when the best weather prevailed in the immediate vicinity and the sun shone from a clear, cloudless sky on the other mountain slopes, the gray swaths around the summit region of the Misty Mountain simply did not dissipate.

That this must have something to do with magic had long been suspected in the Elven Kingdom. And in the course of many ages, there had always been elves who had tried to climb Mist Mountain. But a series of deep ravines and impassable crevices made it impossible to climb to the summit. In addition, many feared the eerie forces that could be felt all around the mountain. They emanated from the rocky outcrop just as they did from the Misty Mountain itself.

Sarwen could feel them very clearly, and Daron also registered them, although he was completely focused on directing the giant bat. And even Rarax seemed to feel the magical forces emanating from this place.

He emitted a sound that sounded downright frightened, so Daron felt it necessary to reassure him in his mind. "Don't worry. Sarwen and I may still be children, but we're still the strongest mages in the entire elven realm! If anyone can protect you, it's us."

Rarax growled unwillingly and suddenly seemed to have no desire to continue the flight.

Daron's eyes became completely black for a moment, so that you could no longer see the whites in them. This always happened when he concentrated his magical powers.

"Forward!" he sent a strong thought to the giant bat, still supporting it with a formula he muttered to himself.

This had the desired effect.

The giant bat flew forward with a powerful beat of its wings - straight toward the top of Misty Mountain. It was getting very cold. Although elves were not very sensitive to temperature, even Daron and Sarwen shivered a little.

Sarwen murmured a spell of warmth for them both.

She was curious to see if it really looked like she had seen it at the top of the mountain. Sarwen had used her magic to take over the spirit of a mountain eagle and look through its eyes. The mountain eagle had flown to the mysterious summit of Misty Mountain, and Sarwen had seen the surroundings through the bird's eyes. So it was true that no elf had ever climbed Misty Mountain and looked around, but still there was now an elf who knew what it looked like.

Sarwen had then been so exhausted that she had slept for several weeks and her grandfather, the Elf King Keandir, had already been very worried about her. Even Daron's thoughts had not been able to wake her, and so King Keandir summoned the healer Nathranwen. She calmed the king and prophesied that Sarwen would soon awaken on her own. A strengthening spell would suffice, for Sarwen was simply very exhausted by a special mental effort.

Whatever she did, don't copy it, King Keandir had sternly admonished his grandson Daron. Daron's protestations that this time, for once, he did not know what Sarwen had done, had not been believed by the Elf King. And in fact, it was rather unusual that one of the two Elven twins was not privy to the plans of the other. After all, they usually even shared their thoughts - as long as they allowed it and one of them did not close his mind.

But the idea to explore the Misty Mountain had been Sarwen's alone, because Daron hadn't been that interested in it at first.

Later, she had been able to persuade him to fly there with her. Daron hadn't really understood what she was doing there, but it had become clear to him that for some reason it was incredibly important for her to get to that summit. The thoughts they had exchanged about it still haunted Daron's mind.

I can't really explain it to you, what I'm looking for up there. It's just a hunch, Daron.

But you've already seen everything through the eagle's eyes. Then why do you still need to go there yourself?

I believe there are forces there - hidden forces - that might be harnessed!

We have enough magical powers of our own, Sarwen.

As I said, I can't really explain it to you. It's probably because you haven't seen through the eagle's eyes. I just want you to accompany me.

It was confusing for both of them that there was something they could not make each other understand, although they were able to read each other's thoughts. They had always been together, even in the womb. They could recognize each other effortlessly just by the way they walked and the interplay of breathing and heartbeat, and they had coordinated the speed of their growth, because elven children were able to determine for themselves how quickly they grew up.

But now Sarwen had apparently experienced something that was so overwhelming and so foreign to her that she was unable to communicate it to Daron.

It's your fault, Daron, Sarwen had exclaimed angrily when she had realized that there was suddenly some kind of invisible wall between them that she had never felt before.

Why me?

You could have joined in! Why didn't you take over the spirit of the eagle together with me, then the long journey of the bird wouldn't have been so terribly exhausting for me, and I wouldn't have to try to explain to you now what I saw and felt, because then you would have experienced everything yourself!

It just didn't interest me. After all, I don't have to follow you in everything!

Oh - but the fact that I haven't grown for a hundred years just because of you, just because you just don't want to grow taller, that's okay, right? And that's only because you don't know if you want to be king one day, like our grandfather expects of you!

The whole thing had degenerated into a real quarrel. But finally Daron had agreed to accompany Sarwen to the Misty Mountain, especially since it was always a bit safer if they could keep Rarax under control as a couple if necessary.

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The summit of the Misty Mountain was very flat and looked as if a giant had cut off the actual top of the mountain with a sword stroke. The surface was covered with ice and snow, from which six huge boulders rose. Five of these rocks formed a semicircle, the sixth and thickest of them was opposite them.

Now just say you still don't feel anything, Daron, Sarwen said aloud. Then I think you would have to seriously fear that you have lost your magical abilities.

But Daron also sensed the strange forces at work in this place. However, they were not immediately apparent even to someone as gifted in magic as Daron. They were strangely hidden and only subliminally present, as if they had been dormant for a very long time.

A shudder seized Daron, for when he focused his magical sense on the source of this power for a brief moment, he felt the tremendous strength of this magic.

And their age.

Even measured by the sense of time of the long-lived elves, the magic of this place was ancient.

Have you noticed how the stones are arranged, Sarwen? he sent his sister a thought.

Yes.

Like the fingers of a hand.

I know.

Of a hand with six fingers!

Daron, too, had been seized by curiosity.

He directed Rarax to a spot outside the stone circle. The giant bat shivered slightly, and Sarwen cast the most powerful warmth spell she could. But it didn't really