LEGENDS OF THE PACK LANDS: TITAN OF THE SIN

By Leonard M Parker

Aaron of Sharo has lived a interesting life from the mud of slavery to the battle fields against the legendary monsters and mythical creatures of legends of lore and nightmares. He is on his last leg and laying on his death bed. He is alone left to himself to die quietly with the company of a invisible stranger to see him off to his great beyond

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leonard m Parker
• Release date: Jun 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088025475

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LEGENDS OF THE PACK LANDS

Titan of THE SIN

Leonard M Parker

Copyright © [2023] by [Leonard M Parker]

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

Contents

Dedication

Epigraph

Introduction

An Old man looking back on his adventurous life

2.FIGHTING IN THE MUD

3.JOURNEY TO THE SHARO

4.IMMORTALS

5.THE LESSONS BEGIN

6.LATE NIGHT VISITOR

7.GRAND AMBITIONS

8.The KEY TO POWER

9.A NEW POWER

10.Deception and loyalty

11.ON THE RUN

12.The story of Elmo's last fall

13.A NEW ROAD OF GLORY

14.THE SIN

15.THE WAGER

16.Leaving the Immortal Oasis

17.RACE TO THE MONOLITH

18.TITAN OF THE SIN

SOMETHING IS WRONG

19.Aaron's Tale continues....

20.Bandits of the Arnos

21.SLOW PROCESS

22.BUILDING A NEW HOME

23.A NEW CHALLENGE

24.MISTAKEN IDENTITY!?

25.NEW IMMORTALS

26.CONTENDERS KNOCKING AT MY BACK DOOR

27.Taking back what's mean

A TALE FOR A TALE

28.AARON'S LEGEND

29.FOUR STORMS OF SIN

30. CHANGE OF PLANS

31.RETURN TO SHARO

32.ADORA

33.A RIDDLE

34.TWISTING STORM

35.The Ride doesn't END

36.THE BULL WHIP OF THE SHARO

37.TITAN VS DRAGON

38.A GAME OF POWER

END OF ROAD

40.ON THE ROAD TO THE TOWER

41.SHE NAMED HIM

42.Breaking into the Sharo.....

43.JOURNEY TO THE WEST

44.A LADY ON THE ROAD

45.THE OF VILLAGE OF SHARO?!

46.OLD MAN GETS WAKE UP CALL

About Author

To my uncle Antwain, my brother Red, My sister Nada. All fighters to their beating hearts all loyal to their immortal souls.

I go to war for my family. – Lenardo Barksdale

Introduction

Hello,

I don't normally do an introduction for a story but I felt this story needed one and if your new to my style of writing this will be a short explaination for the reasoning and themes of the story.

The story comes from experimenting with a combination of ideas of loyalty, family and comedy and fighting video game fighting themes.

An Old man looking back on his adventurous life

Ihad a job to do. My only problem was the Immortal I had been sent to find was about to die. Aaron of Sharo lay on his death bed with a smile on his face. His mansion was quiet his servents had left him alone. No lover. No wife. No sons. No daughters. No family to gather around him to wish him well unto the final abode of his immortal soul. He wondered a loud about strange journey of his life for the first time in his existence. Where would his soul go to? What spirit of the continum would arrive to carry his soul on into the holding area of the mortal soul resting place. He felt a spirit in the room now waiting for him to finally give up his grasp on life and give up his ghost. I was quietly patient and didn't interrupt his thoughts. Though I remained hidden to him not taking my mortal form I know he could sense me. That was more then most mortals or immortals could do in the pack lands.

Aaron saddled back in his bed put aside those thoughts with careless shrug. He had won in life much to the annoyance of his many enemies both mortal and immortal of the federation of pack lands. He suffered lost but he had had grand adventure in his life. He smiled again and turned back his mind to beginning of his life when he was a young slave working the land with his earth powers for his master adopted father Elmo Sharo.

What are you grinning about, Master? A voice spoke from drifting breeze of sand earth at the entrance of the door of the room.

Aaron frowned and looked to the door to see a tall young man with black mask over his mouth appeared. The young man's amber glowing eyes were filled with love, friendilness and brotherly love for Aaron. Ghost? What are you doing here? I thought you would be busy fighting some young upstart challenging you for your high position of the pack lands or some other nonsense like that. He said.

I finished that business early. I wanted to return to you as soon as I could. I needed some conversation. Is this about that little cough you had this morning. Are you trying to fool yourself into believing your going to die now? Ghost said with a shrug.

Ghost walked over with a grin on his face and snapped a apple into his hand offering to Aaron before he sat down on chair of earth he formed out of the sand and earth. Aaron took the apple but sat it aside him on the bed and sat up in his bed.

Ghost? You came by this morning and we talked all morning. Why are you here? You know I'm about to die. I thought you could give me a bit of alone time to myself. I'm an old man. I've done my bit. I'm ready to move on.

Ghost rolled his eyes. Your being over dramatic. What were you thinking about? Was it about that time you conquared the plains of Winslow or battled the dark sages of Darma? Tell me?

Aaron sighed rolling his eyes. I was thinking about the time I was a slave and then you-

Ah. Yeah. Your rise to power. I haven't heard that story in a while. Remind me about it.

Aaron gave him a narrowed eye look. You know the story well enough. You were there and I've told it before. Many, many times over. What is your game?

Ghost held up a finger. You've told it before but I wasn't always there and you never did tell me what your thoughts when your thoughts were and what the hell did you do to that asshole to warrent him being so angry with you after he stole your precious love.

Aaron's face began heated at the mention of Aaron's precious love. I have no precious love. Your trying to trick me. I know your running some sort of game. I just don't know the why of it or purpose. I will be a dead man in a few hours. The spirit guide is here to guide me away.

Ghost stared at him leaning forward on his throne of sand and granite earth. What were you thinking about and doing during those times. You've never told me. You've never told me not once what you were doing even on the day your father and my master died in the last match against that bastard Endurance. Tell me. I want to hear the story. You owe me that much. Master.

Aaron sighed dramaticly. So be it. You're runing a game of some kind. You are forever playing your games and leaving me in the dark about where the hell I am supposed to end up. I don't know where this game is going or what it is about but I do owe you. I owe you quite a bit. You did provide me with a grand adventurous life from the beginning to this end. Where do you wish me to start then sense this will be the last time I tell the tale.

Ghost leaned back in his seat with a grin on his face. What were you doing and thinking during the very day you knew your master had died when the trumpets sounded. You must have felt a sense of wonder when the Dan magical wards fell. Then the loss of the protection powers of your ancient home lands were captured by that thieving bastard Endurance?

Aaron frowned and then couldn't help grinning like a fool as he remembered as clear to the day so many years ago that day and the proceeding days of his the first steps to his adventure. I was trying to break into Elmo's locked treasure room. I thought….Well damn. That happened sooner then Ghost said it would. I better get to doing what I should to get this damn plan going before something else goes to hell. I only had one problem?

Ghost stared at Aaron. You were trying to break into your master's treasure room during his fight to maintain his titled power over enchanted lands?!

Aaron nodded his head stiffly. Yes. I was. It took me some doing finding the damned spare key but I found it, well I found it on accident really when I was cleaning Lord Sharo's private rooms under his reading by his bed. It was a bit of a surprise. I had had a time deciding what I was going to do with it for a few seconds before I headed to the treasure room door.

Ghost smiled. You sly dog. Now I finally get the real story. Go on. I'm all ears for this shit.

Aaron smiled. I'll tell you.

I crossed my legs and sat back interested to hear the tale of the old man had to tell. I had had heard the rumors of course but I had never really heard the story behind this mortal's rise. Now I would discover what were the facts, and fantasies behind Aaron of Sharo's rise before I took his mortal soul to the wild soul lands.

Aaron's Tale

Chapter two

FIGHTING IN THE MUD

Eight-Four years ago

They called me Muddy the slave. They said, I was born in the mud when my parents were barely adults while both my parents worked in the mud pits crafting bricks from straw, hey and the sands of THE SIN. I don't even remember my parents. All I could remember was my uncle, Straw boy raising me up to form the bricks that would sold at the market by our masters. I was chained to him along with two others who could have been my male cousins or just slaves sense the days I started to care to remember things. Very few of us got a name from our current master Drakesmore. We had had several masters over the years sense before and after I came to existence on the farm.

I lived the first part of my life on a mud slaver farm on the farm making bricks with uncle and two other slaves. We lived in the mud. We worked in the mud. We slept in the mud and ate mud cakes and pig slop. I don't remember what age I was when they called me Muddy but I got the name because I had finally got sick for last time of eating pig slop and hard brick mud cakes.

I had broken my tooth on a hard cake that was dipped in pig slop that my uncle had made for me to eat so I would shut up about being hungry and make bricks faster. He had laughed in my face only with the other slaves who busy eating and working at the same time near the end of a work day.

That out a learn ya to keep to your work boy. Now get back to making those bricks Muddy. It's about the only thing your good for anyway. We got to get finished for the day or the master will crack the whip against our backs for day. Straw boy said.

To work. Quiet Slave said. The master is bringing someone with him. It looks like he's to sell another one of us off. To work everyone but on you best show. He said ducking his head down and started working.

I spat out a tooth and threw the mud cake down. I was hungry and angry at Straw boy for joke he played on me. He held up a brick had crafted easily from the mud and straw easily in a few seconds. Get back to work or I'll knock out your other teeth. He warned me.

It was never an empty threat. Straw boy didn't like me and enjoy giving me my due more then our master did when ever one of us got out line we all got the snap of the bull whip against our backs. My stomach growled in pain but I turned my face to the mud and started forming the brick mixing it with the sand and straw and threw the brick into the cart. I was angry now and still hungry. I went to work faster then I normally would and pretty soon I was just grabbing up mud and throwing it into the cart and forming it on the cart just to save time.

Straw boy hit me with a mud rock and started beating me like a mad man screaming curses at me. The other slaves tried to calm him down but shook them off him and continued beating me with the brick. I was confused and I didn't understand what was going on until he pushed my head down in the mud tried to kill me. Straw boy had attempted to kill me a few times but it was now that I realized he wanted to kill me.

I reached for the mud with my mind going into finally Straw boy's hands on head slipped away and I could finally raise up and knock him in face with rock. Straw boy screamed loudly and falling back and then I felt the crack of the whip hit my back and I fell to my knees. Straw Boy was on me now hands around my throat and choking the life out of me.

I was released finally because Straw boy was being pulled off me. I watched as he eyes grew wide as the bull whip was around his neck choking the life out of him. I saw tears flow from his eyes as he pleaded for mercy in what breathes he could get out. I heard the unformilar laughter of another male.

The boy is a sharp one for working decent enough ground magic. I'll take em. He said.

I turned toward the voice of man. I froze at the sight of tall muscled man with grey hair and dressed in dark brown leather armor. I stared at his burning glowing ruby eyes of our master who stared at me. A slow smile formed on his meaty red face.

A Dan. The other slaves all bowed as he strangled Straw boy to death and snapped his neck with his bull whip. But this was the first time I have seen an immortal. He stared back at me and gave me a nod. Hmm. Got some spirit in you ya Muddy. I am your new master. They call me Elmo, Dan of Sharo. You are now Muddy of Sharo. My slave.

Muddy of Sharo. Hmm. This was the first time I had been given a pack name to denote who I was and what pack I hailed from. I bowed to him. Hello, master. What would you have me do?

Elmo stared at me then I felt the brand on my neck burn and change. The chains on my wrists glowed and changed to silver gauntlets. He grinned and then he snapped his fingers another male with a younger face similar to Elmo. He came over and yanked me out the thick mud and walked me over back to Elmo who stared at me as I stared up at him meeting his strange magical powerful gaze.

I remember suddenly that I was supposed to look away out of respect and did so but Elmo put his fingers under my chin to lift my head up and stare at me. You'll do fine for what I intend for you. Aaron my eldest will be your teacher. You will learn from him well or you die and be of damned use to anyone. Let's go. He said releasing my chin and turned his back and walked away.

Aaron hand still on my arm gave me a tug and led the way as we followed Elmo out of the mud farm. I can remember passing my old master who had been bowed to the ground his face pressed down on the mud as we pasted. I didn't look back I just wondered at the strangeness of the Elmo the Dan of Sharo.

Why does his eyes glow so brightly?

Oh that's an easy enough question to answer. He's an immortal? Aaron of Sharo said answering my question and making me frown in surprise because I hadn't remembered speaking the question aloud.

I looked at him. Aaron but his eyes were staring at his father's back. What is an immortal? I asked instead of asking about how he knew what I was thinking.

Aaron laughed shaking his head. Oh no. That is a long story and we haven't the time to get into it. You have much to learn and I have to teach you. Be patient and be attentive because you must learn or you indeed will die.

Chapter three

JOURNEY TO THE SHARO

The journey to the boat that would take us to the Sharo wasn't a long journey. We had walked barely a mile when Elmo stopped short in front of rope ladder that was floating down down from the sky. I wondered if we were going to ride on boat made of clouds for a second. I heard Aaron snort in laughter at me and pointed up past the trees as if hearing my thoughts.

I looked and stared up and my grew wide at the side of large ship seemingly to float in the sky by a large white cloud holding it up by thin strings of rope. I saw a words printed on the side of the ship but I couldn't understand them. I frowned just staring at the wonderous thing in the sky.