The Centaur Forest Of The Elves: Fantasy Novel

By Alfred Bekker

The Centaur Forest Of The Elves: Fantasy Novel

The fifth volume of the saga of Daron and Sarwen.

 

 

Fantasy novel
No sooner have the elf children landed in the forest kingdom of the centaurs with their bat Rarax than they have to fight off hordes of forest spirits who, in a blind rage, attack everyone they meet. Rarax is so weakened that he almost dies. On their escape, Daron and Sarwen reach the Secret Forest, where the giant Mist Tree threatens to become a victim of the forest spirits. On its branches lie the villages of the fauns. But cracks are already appearing in its trunk, and it threatens to fall. Desperate, the Elven children search for a way to appease the forest spirits to stop the destruction.

The continuation of the Elves 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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alfred Bekker
• Release date: Feb 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215774458

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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The Centaur Forest Of The Elves: Fantasy Novel

The fifth volume of the saga of Daron and Sarwen.

––––––––

Fantasy novel

No sooner have the elf children landed in the forest kingdom of the centaurs with their bat Rarax than they have to fight off hordes of forest spirits who, in a blind rage, attack everyone they meet. Rarax is so weakened that he almost dies. On their escape, Daron and Sarwen reach the Secret Forest, where the giant Mist Tree threatens to become a victim of the forest spirits. On its branches lie the villages of the fauns. But cracks are already appearing in its trunk, and it threatens to fall. Desperate, the Elven children search for a way to appease the forest spirits to stop the destruction.

The continuation of the Elves 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

Chapter 1:

Frightful beasts

A flash of fire twitched through the sky, and three giant dragon-sized bats shrieked loudly in response.

Just a moment ago, the mighty beasts had flown along with regular beats of their leathery wings, but now the calm gliding flight was over. The jet of fire hissed right between them, and by a hair's breadth the beam would have hit them and burned them to ashes.

No wonder the flying monsters excitedly flapped their wings.

One of the giant creatures fell down a long way in fright. It hurtled towards the ground like a stone before spreading its wings again and thus slowing down its dive.

Another giant bat rose loudly screaming into the air and tried to get up as fast as possible with particularly strong wing beats.

The third monster flew an arc to the north and let out such an angry growl that anyone who heard it could become frightened.

Thamandor! cried Daron and Sarwen indignantly, as if from one mouth. The two elven children had flown ahead of the three other flying monsters with their tamed giant bat, Rarax. Together with Thamandor, the magically inferior weapons master and inventor of the elves, they sat on Rarax's massive back, and Thamandor held one of his two flame spears in his hands.

What was that all about? cried Sarwen angrily. A deep furrow was visible on the elven girl's normally very smooth forehead, and her face looked angrier than it had in a very long time.

Her twin brother Daron, meanwhile, was busy calming Rarax with the power of his magic. Come on, it's all right!" the elf boy sent him a very intense thought. He wanted at all costs to prevent Rarax from running away in panic as well. What could happen when such a giant bat got out of control, the elf children had already experienced. At that time, they had kidnapped Rarax to the distant Wildlands and dropped him there.

But that was a long time ago. By now, Daron and Sarwen had the monster much better under their magical control.

Armsmaster Thamandor seemed quite startled by what he had done. He looked at the flaming spear and frowned. This, his greatest invention to date, consisted of a brass-colored tube with a cylindrical tip at the end. In the middle of the metal tube there was a box-shaped thickening with a series of small levers and ornate decorations. There, they also filled the so-called stone spice, a powder made of crushed stones of the magic fire, without which Thamandor's flame lance would not work.

I must have gotten hold of one of the levers by mistake! he groaned, startled at himself.

Isn't there a fuse? grumbled Sarwen.

Yes, of course..., Thamandor murmured, his fine elven fingers gliding over the levers, some of which were tiny. He himself had constructed all this in long, patient work and improved it again and again within centuries.

Sarwen flinched in shock as Armsmaster touched and flipped one of the levers and at the same moment something red came out of the funnel tip of the Flame Lance.

Thamandor! she cried, and her simultaneous thought was so strong and intense that it almost completely confused her brother. The two Elven children could catch each other's thoughts unless they specifically shielded themselves from them, so close were they.

But the red something that sped out of the tip of the flame lance this time was not a tongue of fire at all, but a bubble.

It was first dark red like the frogs on the banks of the river Nur, then it turned bright red as it continued to inflate, and finally it burst like a soap bubble familiar from the bathhouses of human cities.

The elves usually used neither water nor soap to keep themselves clean, but did so magically. They used magic formulas to protect themselves from getting dirty at all, and dirt hardly stuck to the clothes made of elven silk anyway.

But since the magical abilities of most of the elves had become weaker and weaker in the meantime, and for some of them it was not even enough to make the formula of a cleansing spell work properly, there were already a few elves who resorted to water and soap.

What was that all about? asked Sarwen after Daron had brought the giant bat back under control to some extent. Did you put soap inside the weapon?

No, no, there's something else wrong, Thamandor agreed.

Anyway, I guess we've lost the other three giant bats now, Daron said resignedly, pointing into the distance with an outstretched arm. There they fly!

The three flying monsters had reunited and flew off together, emitting shrill screeches that were very unpleasant to sensitive elf ears even at this distance.

Both Daron and Sarwen tried to shield themselves against it. Thamandor contorted his face in pain because he could not protect himself quickly enough against this shrill noise. His attention had apparently been too focused on the levers of the flame spear.

Can't we get her back, Daron? turned Sarwen to her brother with a particularly intense thought. His eyes had turned completely black by now, so that nothing white could be seen in them. This always happened when he gathered his dark magical powers particularly strongly. And that was necessary to prevent Rarax from also fluttering away completely as if out of his mind.

You can try it, he replied to his twin sister with a thought.

Thamandor did not hear a word of this silent conversation. He touched a lever on the flame lance again. It jammed and moved only when Thamandor applied a little more force. Any other elf in this situation would probably have chanted a supporting magic formula to make the lever move again, but with Thamandor such a thing did not work as a rule, he was simply too magically inferior.

Sarwen called the three giant bats flying away with an energetic thought. But the dragon-sized flying monsters only emitted bleating sounds that sounded like mocking laughter.

They didn't follow us, they followed Rarax!, Daron reminded his sister.

Sarwen took a deep breath. Her eyes, too, had gone black for a moment, but this complete darkness was now fading. Within moments, the whites of her eyes reappeared. We should join forces and try it together, she suggested.

What for? replied Daron to her. They won't listen to us, and we shouldn't waste our powers. Besides, I feel something ... Daron hesitated. He raised his head, and for a moment it almost looked as if he were picking up some scent in the air. That, of course, was not the case. True, all of the senses were very sensitive in elves, and that was true of the sense of smell as well, but it was something else that the elven boy perceived.

A magical power.

He felt it only very slightly, but he immediately realized that it must be very strong.

Daron looked at Sarwen, and he knew immediately that she had felt the same.

What was that? she asked then.

It's already over ...

Tell me, do you want to talk all the time only in thought that I don't notice anything? complained Thamandor.

Sarwen turned her head to look at him. Her pointed elven ears stood out from her dark hair, which fell far over her shoulders. She gathered her dress a little to sit more comfortably. How about you stick your flaming spear to its twin and strap it down.

Then I would be much more comfortable, too, Daron confessed.

Do you perhaps think I could not handle my own weapon? indignant Thamandor.

No, no, we would never think of that! they both affirmed as if from the same mouth.

Thamandor had once had to vacate his workshop in the city of Elbenhaven and move it to a rock called Elbenturm, because his inventions had almost burned down the entire capital of the Elven Kingdom.

But I'll admit, we do have a few minor worries, Daron qualified, and Sarwen added with a thought audible only to her brother, A bit of an understatement, don't you think?

No, it's called diplomacy, Daron gave his twin sister's thought reply. After all, neither of us is served if our esteemed Armsmaster is offended. You know how petulant he can get then!

Thamandor made a downright desperate impression.

As he again pulled a lever on the Flame Lance, a beam so glaring shot out of the weapon that all three Elves sitting on Rarax's back instantly cried out loudly, for this particularly glaring light stung painfully in their Elven eyes.

It wouldn't have taken much for Armsmaster to drop the flaming spear in fright.

What's the matter? cried Daron. Have you forgotten how to handle your own weapons?

No, it's not my fault! affirmed Thamandor. It must be because of Jarandil and his accomplices! Who knows what those scoundrels did to my two flaming spears after they fell into their hands!

The two Flame Spears had been stolen by the servants of the mage Jarandil and the Bone Lord of Skara. Daron and Thamandor had then pursued the thieves and had indeed managed to retrieve the most powerful weapons of Elvenkind. On this occasion, the three giant bats had also flown to them, which they had now probably lost again, because the ray shots had frightened and scared them away.

The two elven children and Armsmaster were on their way back to the southern centaur tribes. The centaurs inhabited the great forests between the Nur River and the wild lands of the Trorks and looked like hybrids of horse and man. They had been in great distress because part of the forest kingdom was in flames. Thamandor's flame spears had been the salvation, for he had fought the fire with fire, burning a wide aisle in the forest with the beams of his flame lances. Since the fire had not been able to find any fuel along these aisles, it had not been able to spread any further.

Something must have happened to the weapon! asserted Thamandor again, while Daron, with a thought, caused the giant bat on which the three were sitting to fly a little slower and also to sink a little lower. The elf boy looked strained to the ground, as if searching for something.

I feel it too, Sarwen said, turning to her brother.

There it is again!

A magical power that only emerges from time to time and then seems to disappear, Sarwen confirmed.

It's like she's trying to hide, Daron opined.

Sarwen nodded. The two elf children were in complete agreement in their assessment of the situation.

Can any of you tell me what you're talking about? cried Thamandor. "I've got real problems here, and you're focusing on some magical whispers from disaffected nature spirits. The question that should be on our minds is why a flaming spear suddenly goes off on its own, at times producing a far-too-bright jet of fire and at other