Fates of Magic and Myth

By J.A. Culican, S. R. Breaker, Sara Sines and 5 more

Dive into enchanting worlds with the "Fates of Magic and Myth" boxset, featuring eight captivating books by acclaimed authors, including USA Today and Amazon bestsellers. Experience epic battles, magical quests, and mythical creatures in stories filled with heroes, sorcerers, and warriors fighting dark forces. Each tale offers a thrilling adventure in fantastical realms where magic rules and legends unfold. Perfect for any fantasy lover, this collection promises endless excitement and intrigue.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dragon Realm Press
• Release date: May 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224797103

J.A. Culican

J.A. Culican is a teacher by day and a writer by night. She lives in New Jersey with her husband of eleven years and their four young children. J.A. Culican's inspiration to start writing came from her children and their love for all things magical. Bedtime stories turned to reality after her oldest daughter begged her for the book from which her stories of dragons came from. In turn, the series The Keeper of Dragons was born.

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Fates of Magic and Myth

FATES OF MAGIC AND MYTH

DRAGON REALM PRESS

FATES OF MAGIC AND MYTH

Dive into enchanting worlds with the Fates of Fantasy and Myth boxset, featuring eight captivating books by acclaimed authors, including USA Today and Amazon bestsellers. Experience epic battles, magical quests, and mythical creatures in stories filled with heroes, sorcerers, and warriors fighting dark forces. Each tale offers a thrilling adventure in fantastical realms where magic rules and legends unfold. Perfect for any fantasy lover, this collection promises endless excitement and intrigue.

Copyright © 2024 by Dragon Realm Press

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

CONTENTS

Eldrick

J.A. Culican

The Royal Family

1. Dissent

2. A Fallen Mentor

3. A Dire Plan

4. The Unthinkable

5. The Royal Funeral

6. The Aftermath and the Dragons

7. Unlikely Alliance: The Trolls

8. Eldrick's Exile

9. The First Elden

10. A Deadly Alliance

11. The Carnites' Call

12. Rising Threat

13. Mourning and Mysteries

14. Final Confrontation

The Calm Before the Storm

About the Author

Arranged to the Fae Warrior

S.R. Breaker

Blurb

1. Kidnapped

2. By Pirates

3. No Match

4. Hath Fury

5. Very Special

6. First Things

7. Dead End

8. The Strongest

9. Endure

About the Author

Kalle

Sara Sines

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

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Speed Dating a Werewolf

Miranda Herald

Blurb

1. Bring on the Mead

2. Runaway Speed Dater

3. The Hunt Begins

4. Magical Hops

5. Hunter and Hunted

6. A Dangerous Game

7. The Heist

8. Double the Bounty

9. Wolf Traps

10. Werewolf Turned Bookkeeper

About the Author

The Dark Knight

David Neth

Blurb

1. - April 2005 -

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

About the Author

The Gryphon Key

E.A. Burnett

Blurb

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

The Last King

Lou Paduano

Blurb

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

About the Author

Vision Walker

River Cross

Blurb

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

About the Author

ELDRICK

A KEEPER OF DRAGONS PREQUEL

J.A. CULICAN

ELDRICK

USA TODAY & INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING SERIES

In the shadow of a prince's betrayal, a kingdom falls.

Eldrick, poised for glory as the Elf Prince and heir, veered tragically into darkness, captivated by the forbidden allure of dark tillium, the most potent of elven magic. His relentless pursuit of dominance not only estranged him from his royal lineage but also transformed him into the catalyst of his realm's despair. This profound betrayal shattered the familial bonds at the kingdom's heart, inflicting scars that reached far beyond the throne. Through his actions, Eldrick gave rise to the Elden,a faction of elves lured by the allure of power, wreaking havoc and instilling fear across the kingdom. 

In the wake of this darkness, Prince Gaber and Princess Clara, Eldrick's siblings, are thrust into a battle for the soul of their kingdom. They stand not only against the tangible threat of their brother's making but also against the widespread shadow that threatens to engulf their realm. Their journey is fraught with challenges as they strive to mend a world torn apart by betrayal and war. 

Jericho, a dragon shifter whose destiny once seemed intertwined with the elves, now faces his own crisis. The chaos unleashed by Eldrick's fall has thrown the delicate balance of alliances into disarray, affecting even the ancient pact with the dragons. 

Eldrick lays the foundation for the acclaimed and now complete Keeper of Dragons series, delving into the origins of darkness that engulfs the realm. Here, Eldrick emerges not as a hero, but as the villain whose insatiable hunger for forbidden magic sets into motion the epic saga. Witness the rise of the Elden, the chaos sown by one elf's betrayal, and the indomitable spirit of the heroes who rise to challenge him. This tale is a journey into the heart of ambition and the battles fought in its shadow, inviting readers to explore the very beginning of the darkness that the heroes of the Keeper of Dragons must overcome.

Eldrick © 2024

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THE ROYAL FAMILY

The evening breeze that rustled the leaves of Paraiso was pleasant and cool. As I stood upon the ivied veranda and peered down into the forest, I found a Duiker pacing cautiously through the brush and birds stirring in the canopy as they prepared for nightfall. The warm light pouring off the glowstone in my room was brighter than the decaying sunlight; I had been deep into my reading when the servant had come in and announced the presence of visitors.

Prince Eldrick, she'd said with a reverent nod. I'm sorry to disturb you, but you have visitors. Your brother and sister are here. Shall I show Princess Clara and Prince Gabe inside?

Yes, please show them in, I'd replied, shutting my tomes. I'll be out on the veranda.

And so I was when my siblings finished climbing the wood-cut steps. The titanic tree into which my home had been built was ancient; its roots ran deep, and it had borne the strain of construction without trouble. I watched as the two of them slowly ringed the massive trunk and finally paced onto the walkway leading into my home, deep in conversation.

Clara, my sister, wore a casual evening garment—a flowing olive green dress that almost made her disappear into the nighted foliage. Her hair was drawn up and tied back in an easy style with threads of silver, and upon her delicate features was imprinted a smile.

Gabe, donning a light grey cloak, looked as though he'd just returned from some far-off mission. His hair was windblown, his high leather boots caked in mud. I couldn't hear just yet what the two were discussing, but even from afar his charisma was plain. He held court with our sister, his twin, with a wry grin.

I came out to the edge of the veranda, meeting them with a wave. Good evening, I began. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Clara, in her gentleness, spared me a wave and rushed across the platform. Eldrick, how are you these days? I feel like it's been awhile. She looked me up and down, brow knit in confusion. She singled out my dress—a ceremonial robe—and wondered at its formality. Are you on your way to do important work? she asked. You're certainly dressed like it!

No, no, put in Gabe with a smirk. That's just dear brother's way. Eldrick has always been one to dress for success. That's ambition for you. One wants to look the part when opportunity comes knocking, yes?

I chuckled and invited them onto the veranda, where we took seats upon the rattan furniture and looked out into the wilderness. The glowstones of neighboring homes made the jungle appear as though it buzzed with multitudes of giant fireflies. The sweet breeze continued, and for a time we were content to sit quietly.

It was Gabe who characteristically broke the silence, crossing his legs and sparing me a glance in his periphery. "But really, Eldrick, what are you up to on a night like this, dressed like that? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were doing a dress rehearsal for coronation. He sniffed the air cooly. Father and mother aren't unwell, last I checked. You can probably put the garb away for a good long while. You won't be needing it yet."

And you, I retorted, look as though you've just been crawling through the mud. Keeping quite busy, Gabe? I looked to my sister, who was leaning over the wooden railing and studying the ground below. Through the dusk, she squinted at various wildflowers growing around the base of the tree. She seemed distracted in the moment—physically present, but mentally far from the two of us. And what's new with you, Clara? You seem preoccupied...

It's that Dragon, snarled Gabe with a roll of the eyes. She's pining after that red-scaled chap. You know the one.

His name's Jericho, Clara was quick to shoot back. Her cheeks burned almost as red as her beloved's scales. We share a special bond. But never mind that. He's well, last we spoke. And I've been keeping busy as well. There's never any end to the work in Paraiso. With a deep sigh, she turned back to me and offered a sweet smile. "It's you I worry about, Eldrick. You're always cooping yourself up with your reading and studies. It's no good, always being so serious. Is there anything I can do for you, brother? Any way I can be of help?"

It was funny to me just how different the two of them were, despite being twins. Gabe was sometimes rash and always cavalier, the type of restless Elf in need of constant adventure. Clara was different, however. She often put more thought into others than she did into her own wellbeing. Compassionate, she was good at looking into the hearts and minds of others. I dare say she was even the wisest of us three, her ability to advise and console others being almost uncannily powerful.

I, being the eldest and thus the heir to the Elven throne, was often teased for my seriousness and ambition—never mind the fact that seriousness and ambition were perhaps two of the most important characteristics for a future king to possess. Called to a great station by the order of my birth, I had taken the task of kingship very seriously from an early age. An acolyte of Elven history, I read deeply and frequently the works of our people, and labored constantly to shape my vision for Paraiso—not the Paraiso that currently existed, but the one that I would seek to bring to life upon my ascension.

For close to an hour, the three of us sat and enjoyed a long conversation heavy with reminiscence. We thought back to our childhoods, griped about the stresses that came with our royal titles, and, eventually, parted ways with promises to meet again soon. The twins bade me a good night and descended, planning to spend the rest of their evenings in relaxation. Feeling somewhat refreshed by their intrusion, I saw them out and then walked back to my chambers.

Before returning to my study, I sought out my servant. I have much work to do. Please, no more visitors tonight. If any should arrive, turn them away.

Of course, Prince Eldrick, she replied with a bow.

I started back into my study, eager to continue my reading. I was deep into a legal treatise penned by one of my ancestors, and hoped that one day I might leave such valuable documents for my own descendants. As I returned to the document, however, I couldn't help but feel a touch disappointed. The ideas outlined in the treatise simply didn't go far enough. There was wisdom there, yes... but not enough of it to overcome the status quo that I so detested. None of those who had held power in Paraiso—my parents, included—had ever approached something like my vision for the kingdom. They had never truly pursued greatness for the nation of Elves, had never embraced what seemed to me a natural level of ambition.

One day, I hoped to change that, and to leave a permanent mark on Elven society.

Yes, one day I hoped that I would be able to elevate the Elves far above the other races, and to do what my predecessors had failed to do.

1

DISSENT

The seasons turned and my reading deepened.

So, too, did my ambitions.

As prince of the Elves, I had just enough power to stand witness to the kingdom's highest levels of decision-making, but insufficient influence to sway those same policies. I was growing increasingly agitated with the decisions made by my father—decisions which, I felt certain, were doing us Elves a great disservice in the long-run.

It wasn't that I detested the idea of peace and craved war. Far from it, I considered it the duty of a king to protect his people and to solidify, wherever possible, peace for them. The lengths my father was going to in order to secure that peace, however, disgusted me. It was his cozying up to the Dragons, in particular, that set me off and left me arguing with him on numerous occasions. Each time that I was lectured on the necessity of respecting my father's judgements, the less I could find it in myself to do so. He was capitulating to an enemy force—to a people we could not rely on, and who we had nothing in common with.

And he was doing it for the worst of reasons, in my eyes.

It was my sister Clara's fascination with the Dragon Jericho that had led my mother and father to soften their stances on Dragonkind after so many years of division between the two races. Their connection could pave the way towards peace for our peoples, my father had insisted during one meeting. For ages now, we've struggled with the Dragons. Relations with them have been strained even at the best of times. Now, thanks to Clara and Jericho, we might be able to move into a new era with them—forge a proper alliance. Think about it, Eldrick. Dragons and Elves united? It would be a great thing not only for the Dragons, but for our people as well. You must, as king, seek peace where you can find it.

But the way to lasting peace, I replied, is surely not found by walking a path of weakness.

I was dismissed that day, as on all the rest, as too ambitious, too naive, too set in my ways.

It was around that time that things began to change for me. No longer did I merely disagree with my parents and those who sided with the Dragons. I was beginning to despise them. I fought these negative feelings quite hard initially, and told myself that—despite disagreements—they still held Paraiso's best interests at heart. This became more and more difficult to believe as time wore on, though, and their concessions to the Dragons enraged me to no end. Opening those long-shut lines of communication, extending the olive-branch, so to speak, was abhorrent to me. We were fast-approaching a time when I would not be able to hide my disgust.

And not long after that, there would come a time when I'd feel compelled to do something about it.

I had a duty as the heir of the Elven throne to protect our nation and see to its stability.

If the current king was unwilling to do that job, then someone else would have to step in.

Someone with the right vision.

I did everything in my power to restrain thoughts of conspiracy, feelings of ill-will. Perhaps, once they'd had their fill of the Dragons and remembered just why it was that we'd ceased relations with them in the past, they would see things my way. I decided on a course of persuasiveness, and planned to move them into my way of thinking by slow degrees. It would take time, but they would eventually agree with me. I would see to it.

During meetings with Clara, I did what I could to dissuade her from her fascination with Jericho. "You say you feel a deep connection with that Woland, but surely that bond would be better shared with one of our people, my sister? Come, you've had your fun, but your royal title demands an allegiance first and foremost to the Elves. Let's put this silly love affair away and focus on Paraiso!"

She had long-sensed my feelings, even before I'd begun to vocalize my opposition. That was her way; it was like she could read my thoughts with a mere glance into my eyes. I'm sorry, Eldrick, she said. "It isn't that easy. My heart yearns for him, and I think there's a reason for it. I think we belong together, and that our connection could unite our peoples. I... I think we're meant to do this."

This, of course, struck me as nonsense.

"Listen to yourself, dear sister. Uniting our peoples is the last of our concerns! Our allegiance, our full attention, must be placed simply on our own kind—on seeking greatness for the Elves. By throwing our lot in with untrustworthy Dragons, we do ourselves, our ancestors and our descendants a grave disservice."

My sister could not help taking offense to this. Enamored as she was of Jericho, she took exception to my words, insisting that the Dragons could prove valuable and trustworthy allies. They're not all bad, Eldrick, she replied, brow knit in frustration. "You've been poisoned against them... And I will not claim that things have been good between Dragons and Elves... But what I'm trying to impress upon you is that the situation doesn't have to remain this way. We can move forward, together, and build a brighter future! Don't you see it?"

I did not, and my silence must have been answer enough, because shortly thereafter I departed from her with a scowl. This was what I had to work with; this was the kind of incompetence that was going to lead to our extinction. My parents and siblings were blind to the threat this alliance posed to Elven interests. There was no room for Dragons in my vision of Paraiso—no need for the meddling of outsiders.

Unfortunately, I was but one voice, one vote, and I could find few sympathizers in positions of authority. I felt like an outcast in my own kingdom, and though I would one day ascend to the throne, there was no telling what mess I would have to clean up when that time finally came. I was determined to keep Elven society from falling into mediocrity, but having no one on my side meant that I would have to try and act alone.

One day, however, I met someone of like mind and the doors to change were thrust wide open.

2

A FALLEN MENTOR

The night I met the outsider, it was a misty eve on the fringe of Paraiso. I had tired of my books and had begun to grow restless. Meetings with my parents and their various advisors had convinced me, in no uncertain terms, that the trajectory of our society would remain on the same failed course for the foreseeable future. Arguments with Gaber and Clara had been frequent, and I felt completely alienated in polite society.

As I wandered through the thick jungle, clad in a black cloak, my thoughts became as dark as the night. It was no desire for evil that compelled me—no, I saw my aims as sane, as sensible and necessary. I believed that my vision was that of Paraiso's highest good, but I would not be able to bring it to fruition without stirring up the existing order... or worse.

It was then, leaning against a broad tree and falling into something like despair, that I first heard the footfalls. The figure in the woods emerged very slowly; in fact, he didn't come into the forest at all, but seemed to be walking near its furthest border. Thinking this strange, I peered up and expected to see a meddling outsider, only to find one of my kind striding past.

Well, I say that he was one of my kind, but the two of us could not have looked more different, if I'm truthful.

The man was old—ancient, it seemed—and bent. He walked with stooped shoulders and a shuffling stride, and his gaunt form was wrapped in a black cloak similar to my own. His was filled with unsightly tears and holes from years of hard use, however, and his wizened face featured a dense, frizzy beard of silver-grey. He had a long nose and a pronounced brow; an Elf, yes, but with somewhat unsightly features. It was clear that the wilderness had whittled him down over the years, and that he'd had a very difficult life with few pleasures.

I had no idea just how difficult until I beckoned to him and heard all he had to tell.

You, there, I said, standing upright and sparing him a wave. Who might you be?

The man stiffened like an animal sensing the voice of a poacher and appraised me with a quick, almost-imperceptible glance. Palming at his brow, he tugged his hood a bit lower and gave a nervous shake of the head. Oh, don't bother yourself with me, sir... I mean no trouble—no trouble at all! He leaned on a crooked walking stick and bared a semi-toothless smile. Pardon for disturbing you...

It's no problem at all, said I, studying him more closely. It's simply that I mistook you for an outsider, an intruder. I chuckled. It's not every day that one encounters an Elf pacing about the edge of the border. Tell me, where do you live?

At this question, the man seized as though struck. He gripped the weathered walking stick with both hands and lowered his face toward the ground, sighing. Live, sir? Well... if you must know... He thought better of telling me and trailed off, though his clipped reply had made it obvious that he didn't care to discuss the matter. In fact, I got the marked impression that he'd been caught in some illicit act.

I started through the trees toward him, as curious as I was amused, and looked him up and down. What's the matter? You're an Elf. Don't you live around here? I continued. Why so down, friend? What troubles you?

The old man shook his head sorrowfully and made to turn away from me. You would not speak half as kindly, sir, if you knew who I was... or what I'd done.

I arched a brow and waited expectantly.

I am... I am an exile, sir. Banished from Paraiso—from our homeland. He loosed a nervous chuckle and peered at the treeline with a certain longing. Of course, it is hard to stay away from one's home and hearth, is it not? I come by, now and then, when homesickness gets the better of me. I may not be allowed to re-enter Paraiso under threat of imprisonment, but I can at least catch a glance of her.

I smirked. Well, for one who's forbidden to enter, it seems to me you've come mighty close tonight, haven't you?

The man jerked, fearing reprisal. Beg your pardon, sir. Beg your pardon. I'll depart from here now. Please forget you saw me. He made to shuffle off, but I wasn't going to let him go so easily. It wasn't that I wished to punish him; rather, there was something interesting about the old man. He put on a fine act—that of a bumbling and destitute ancient—and had he been dealing with a less discerning audience, the ruse might have gone unnoticed. In this case however, he was speaking to Eldrick, prince of the Elves. I was no fool, and I did not overlook the veiled darkness in his gaze, nor the man's forced mask of simplicity. I recognized in him something of the scholarly—sensed he was a kindred spirit, somehow.

It's no trouble, I continued. I'm not interested in having you arrested. In fact, I have the power to free you of this penalty. The man stood upright, confusion stealing over his whiskered face. You see, I explained, I am the crown prince of Paraiso—Eldrick.

At this, the old wanderer's eyes widened. P-Prince? he stammered. You're the prince?

I nodded slowly. That's right. So, tell me, what have you done to get yourself exiled? The night is long, and in the depths of my boredom I happen to have run into you, a fellow wanderer. Entertain me and I may just lift your sentence. I grinned. Start with your name, won't you?

Here, the ancient gave a long sigh. M-My name? Why, it's Kephe, Prince Eldrick... After a long pause with pursed lips, the old man followed up his introduction with a brief confession. And the reason for my exile... that is, the charge against me... is that of practicing the dark arts.

I arched a brow. Dark arts? I held my tongue, awaiting his explanation. Depending on the nature of his work, it was possible that this punishment of his was a sensible one.

Yes, continued Kephe, eyes remaining low. I was found guilty of working with dark Tilium...

I was taken aback at the old man's admission, and squaring him in my gaze I tried to discern if so pitiful a specimen as he was really capable of such powerful magic as this. Dark Tilium? The black arts? I asked incredulously. No, certainly not you, I continued. Tell me the truth—why were you exiled? I had thought the man of scholarly aspect, one with the aura of a learned and powerful mind, but I hadn't dreamt him capable of the forbidden arts.

Kephe, however, did not deny his crime. Wearily, he shook his head and let his hood down, glowering. It is true, sir. I was a dabbler in many arts in my youth, and my fascination with magic led me, ultimately, to make a fatal mistake. My experiments in the dark arts harmed many throughout Paraiso, and when my work was uncovered by the authorities I was thrown out. It's been many seasons now—decades—but I have been forbidden to return. He fell silent, as if expecting me to spit upon him.

But I did not. The thought that this man was a possessor of such potent magic was a bit intimidating, but I had been rather intrigued by his tale. So, you were found out, were you? I chuckled. "Where did you pick up such techniques? Those old ways—the dark ways—well, one doesn't simply run across such resources by accident."

The old man nodded firmly. It is as you say, Prince Eldrick. No accident was involved; I sought out the dark magic of my own accord. And I dare say I became quite proficient—so proficient, in fact, that I was considered a threat to my countrymen and forced from my home. I was not so skilled, however, that I could fully cover my tracks. He peered through the jungle wistfully. Perhaps, had I trained a bit longer, I would have been able to conceal myself...

I laughed aloud, startling the old fellow. Indeed, this wandering ancient was proving to be a kindred spirit. And more than that, he struck me as a potential source of intriguing stories. I'll tell you what, Kephe. This once, I will allow you back into Paraiso. Come with me, to my home. There, I will feed you and allow you temporary shelter. That is, so long as you'll tell me more about your interesting journeys and doings.

His eyes lit up with incredible gratitude, and he reached out to grasp my hands with trembling fingers. Y-You really mean that, Prince Eldrick? He searched my expression for signs of duplicity, probably fearing that I would fool him or promptly turn him in. I believe that he found in me, too, something of the kindred spirit, because after a few moments he took a deep breath and appeared mostly at ease.

We will need to exercise caution, I said, turning back to the jungle and pointing through the trees. It is late and there will not be many people about, but we can't risk being seen together. Keep your hood low and take care to tread quietly. Here, this way. Without another word, I led him toward my home.

During the trek back to my property, Kephe could hardly keep his eyes off our surroundings. He gawked at Paraiso as though he were seeing it for the very first time, eyes twinkling with child-like wonder. He clung to his crooked stick and passed quietly between the trees, always remaining a few paces behind me. He kept to the most shadowed paths, not wishing to be spotted by Elves looking through their windows, and when we finally reached my home he slunk up the steps on kitten's feet.

We arrived at the top, and I brought him to my study, near the veranda. There, I told him to get comfortable while I summoned a servant to prepare some food. I told her nothing of my guest—didn't even tell her that anyone was visiting. Please prepare me a large spread of food, I ordered her. Bring it to the veranda and leave it there for me. I don't wish to be disturbed tonight for any reason, and will not permit anyone to enter my study. Is that clear?

The servant understood implicitly, and within twenty minutes had put together an enviable tray of fresh food. She carried it to the veranda and set it upon a large wooden table before excusing herself for the night. When she'd finally disappeared from view, I brought the tray in to my fidgeting guest, who was busying himself around the study. He walked past the many shelves, studying the volumes upon them with evident interest, and then snapped to attention when he heard me set the tray down upon my desk.

Please, I said, motioning to the food and drink. Refresh yourself. I imagine you must be quite famished, forced to wander as you are.

Kephe thanked me profusely and lowered his hood. When he'd set aside his walking stick, he balanced the tray upon his lap and began digging in with all the gusto of a starving man. His voraciousness both disgusted and delighted me; within the space of fifteen minutes he'd eaten every scrap on the tray and emptied bottles of both wine and water. Loosing a satisfied groan, he sat back and rubbed at his stomach. T-Thank you, Prince Eldrick. You have done me a great kindness.

Think nothing of it, I said. You are—tonight, at least—a guest of mine. There was certainly a slight thrill to housing an outlaw of Kephe's stature in my home. The decision-making class in Paraiso and I weren't seeing eye to eye on things, and that same class had been responsible for ousting my new guest. Hosting Kephe brought me great satisfaction if for no other reason than it allowed me to defy the dictates of the other miserable royals.

The old man leaned forward and peered out of the study, his gaze roaming past the veranda. He was looking out upon the kingdom by night, awed by the light of the glowstones in neighboring buildings. It's as beautiful as I remember it, he said. It has been so many years since I have been able to enjoy a view such as this one. Though... He hesitated a little, twisting the end of his beard between his fingers. Oh, perhaps it's nothing. I suppose it's only on account of the late hour... Never mind.

What's the matter? I prodded.

Kephe shrugged, affecting nonchalance. "Well, it's simply that Paraiso isn't exactly as I remember it. He offered a weak smile. I mean no offense, of course, but the kingdom seems a bit... dour. No, that isn't the right word. I mean that things don't appear quite so lovely, quite so well-maintained as once. He laughed in spite of himself. It's just that, all these years, when I've pictured Paraiso in my mind's eye... I've imagined it growing! I've imagined great new buildings. Progress and greatness! Instead, the place has begun to backslide, it seems to me..."

I was impressed by his honesty and perception, and couldn't find it in me to disagree with him. You're quite right. This land has fallen far. We could be expanding our kingdom, doing great things for our people. Instead, my father, the king, is focusing on trivialities. The only thing he seems to want to do these days is forge an alliance with the Dragons.

Unexpectedly, Kephe's gaze narrowed. His lips twitched, as though he was about to spit upon the floor, and his complexion darkened by a shade or two. Dragons, sir? His voice was low and grave.

It doesn't sound as though you're particularly fond of them, I said with a smirk.

What Elf could be, in good conscience? he shot back with a snort. "I have done many things in my life—have meddled in things that I now regret. But I have never fallen so low as to deal with Dragons, of all things. He shuddered. The very word brings disgust! What a despicable race!"

In this we are in agreement, I replied. My father's fascination with the creatures will never fail to amaze me. As crown prince, I have a very different vision. Strength and glory for our people, first and foremost! It is as you say; Paraiso's star is dimming, and unless something radical is done it will continue its long trudge into obsolescence. We need to move in a new direction. We need to cut out all of the weakness in our current leadership and focus on building our strength—before it's too late!

Kephe snapped his fingers, nodding fervently. Yes, Prince Eldrick! Yes, indeed! You are correct, and I dare say you are wise beyond your years! No good comes from dealing with Dragons. They are filthy, untrustworthy things. In the grand scheme, Elves stand far above them—above all magical beings! There are many who insist upon equality, who wait in vain for alliances between the races. Fools! Fools, the lot of them! We are Elves! We have no need of others, such is our greatness!

Long into the night, the two of us continued along this thread of conversation, with Kephe sharing increasingly vitriolic opinions about the other races. He believed, as did I, that the Elves were supposed to reign supreme over all the rest—that Dragons, at best, were a form of cheap labor, not to be trusted. I listened, enraptured, as he dove deep into the history of our people—and his impassioned narration proved far more illuminating and persuasive than the banal books my staid ancestors had left behind.

If only a man of your vision was king! continued Kephe. Think of all that could be done! By the time you ascend to the throne, my prince, it may already be too late to reverse the rot. What the current monarch is doing strikes me as suicidal. The Dragons cannot offer us anything of real value; rather, we must do what we do best and invest in ourselves! My heart breaks for our people, Prince Eldrick! This cannot be allowed to pass!

Sympathetic as I was to his view, I had already come to that realization on my own and knew that I had no lawful alternative but to wait for my turn on the throne. What can be done, Kephe? I have had my father's ear for many years, but he refuses to listen. His plans and my own could not be more different! By the time he passes, there may be no throne left for me to inherit...

Forbid the thought! blurted the old man. "No, no... something could be done. Yes, something ought to be done. But, of course... such necessities are unpalatable... He waved his hands, shaking his head. Never mind me, Prince Eldrick. Far be it from me to plant such thoughts in your head."

I was thoroughly amused by the man's candor and urged him on. No, by all means, speak your mind.

Kephe frowned, cradling himself with his thin arms. "Well, sir, it seems to me that the very future of our kind hangs in the balance. If the current leadership would reduce our heritage to ruin... then this is an emergency that forgives virtually any transgression. If a man would seize power to rescue his people from utter ruin, there are those who would call him villainous, yes... But history will look kindly upon him as a hero—and that's what really counts."

I had long begun harboring sentiments of the same kind, and was pleased to hear them from another person. Even so, the thought of revolt—of somehow wresting control of Paraiso from my father—did not strike me as a serious path forward. I had, in those days, very little support throughout the kingdom, and the support I did enjoy came largely from my royal ties. Taking a stand against my parents would invite far more wrath than cooperation.

We are very much in accord, I began, sipping from a cup and staring out across the land. But it is useless for me to resist. I am outmanned, and have little support among the royals. I am looked at, if you can believe it, as rash and unreliable. Were I to rise up in any manner, I have no doubt that I would be crushed in an instant.

Ah, replied the old man, raising a crooked finger, "perhaps it is as you say, sir, but... well, imagine if there were another way... Yes... Suppose that you possessed a tool, a talent, by which you could overpower those who stand in your way. Elves are powerful, and I make no claim that the struggle would be an easy one, however... There are things—powers—that have not been seen in this kingdom for a very long time. Those same powers could prove quite useful..."

I eyed him narrowly. What is it you're suggesting?

Kephe shrugged weakly and let his gaze settle upon me with a faint waggling of the brows. There are things I could teach you. My skills, though they have earned me only punishment... could be turned to good if yielded by the right hand...

I inhaled sharply and sat up with such quickness that the old man startled. You mean to teach me the dark arts? To instruct me in the use of dark Tilium? I snapped.

Sensing that he'd outraged me at the suggestion, Kephe apologized repeatedly. I'm very sorry, sir, to have even suggested it! No, of course not... What could a man of your wisdom and station want with my old tricks? It was a ridiculous notion. The wine! Yes, the wine—it has stirred this old mind of mine in a perverse direction. Please, sir, let me take leave of you. I thank you for your hospitality, but I fear that I shall become loathsome in your sight if I remain much longer...

It was not outrage that had compelled me to react in such a way, but a burning interest. Calm yourself, Kephe, I insisted, raising a hand toward him. I am not offended. In fact... This offer of yours intrigues me. I glanced through the doorway and out to the veranda, ensuring that the two of us were still alone. Sure enough, none of my servants were in sight and the two of us could speak with perfect frankness in the secluded study. Suppose... Suppose I took you up on that offer. I could allow you to stay here—for a time, at least. By day, I would continue my usual work about the kingdom, and would have you stay in a small room on the premises—without the knowledge of my servants. By night...

I could teach you! offered Kephe. I could teach you everything I know and make you master of this land in short order, Prince Eldrick! The old man rose with surprising spryness, and it was only because he feared discovery that he resisted the urge to clap his hands. Yes, yes! I will make you ruler of this kingdom, and your vision will become reality! The age of the Elves may continue still. He paused, eyes widening. "No! I dare say you will take our people into a new age—a golden age!"

It was thus decided that the old man would remain in my rooms to act as tutor and guide in the use of dark Tilium. I set him up in a small, unused chamber. He was to remain out of sight during the daylight hours, and never to reveal himself to the staff. By night, I would send off my servants and see to it that he was fed and allowed to roam the premises.

That very night, until the sun reared its head, we spoke of dark things. My mind was opened to new possibilities, and through this discourse I could see that the future of Paraiso was bright, indeed.

3

A DIRE PLAN

In the following weeks, I did something most unexpected—something which caught my parents and the rest of the ruling elite of Paraiso by surprise.

I excused myself from official work, citing exhaustion, and retired to my home for the better part of two months. My request was granted, of course—and with no little concern on the part of my parents. You see, it wasn't like me to take time off of work, to complain of illness or fatigue. It's possible that my about-face raised a few alarms in the upper crust of society, but thanking my parents profusely, I rushed back to my home under the pretense of resting up.

I had, by the time I'd worked up the nerve to ask for a leave of absence, already come to look the part of a sickly bureaucrat. Since taking on Kephe as my tutor, I'd done precious little walking in the daylight; in fact, except when required by my station, I'd scarcely left my home, and kept irregular hours that concerned my servants. So that I might better conceal my exiled lodger, I fired several of my workers, cutting my staff down to the bone. Questions about strange noises or voices raised in conversation at odd hours were met with stony resistance from me. It was supposed that I was accepting many guests during my convalescence, though in truth I was only entertaining one.

Kephe taught me all he knew. Our dabbling began very gradually, for printed materials on the dark arts were nigh impossible to come by, even for someone of my lofty position. Thankfully, the old man had committed much to memory; practically a living tome, he lectured me for days and nights on the ways of the Dark Elves. My horizons were not merely broadened—they were shattered. Here, in this forbidden magic, I had found an entirely new world, a system by which I would be able to seize my birthright and recover our drifting civilization.

But then, I was not committed to any one particular course. I hoped, perhaps naively, that a peaceable exchange of ideas with my parents in the future could yield the kinds of changes I sought. I was no monster, and the thought of turning against my loved ones—of warring with my family—did not sit well. And so, rather than preparing to use this new power of mine, I accumulated knowledge of the dark arts as a kind of hobby—simply out of a love of learning.

One day, however, I knew that the old man's teachings would prove invaluable to me. The might of dark Tilium was always with me, always a threat; like a loaded gun, I carried it in my back pocket, just in case.

Weeks passed and correspondence from my parents and siblings went ignored.

I remained awake for nights at a time, working diabolical feats in the wee small hours and committing ancient techniques to memory. I grew paler and thinner for my trouble, and when finally I emerged from my self-imposed absence, I did so looking a good deal sicker than I had initially. When I had taken from the old man everything that he could teach me, I allowed him to remain as a permanent lodger. With him, I practiced all I had learned, and I kept him close—the only confidant and supporter I had. Like me, his vision of Paraiso's future was pure.

The first thing I did upon breaking my sabbatical was to visit my parents.

The time had come for me to speak my mind—and to get my way.

To say that the king and queen were surprised to see me would be an understatement.

I caught my parents alone in the royal dining hall, where they'd just finished a late lunch. They'd been deep in conversation about the kingdom's business when I wandered in and took a seat at the opposite end of the table with a grunt.

Eldrick! gasped my father, immediately shooting to his feet. Eldrick! There you are! He glanced at my mother, wishing to ensure that he was not addressing a phantom, and then swallowed audibly. "My son, we've been worried sick about you! Our letters have gone ignored! We even sent servants of ours to check up on you, but they were not admitted! Tell us, what has happened? You look ill, my son—very ill! Are you unwell? Shall we call the medics at once?"

I offered a sallow grin and shook my head. No, father... despite appearances, I tell you I am quite well. I thank you for your concern... But it is not my own health that I wish to discuss this day. I am here, instead, to chat about the health of our kingdom. The alarm with which you have received me today would more appropriately be spent on Paraiso; it is a waning power, and we have little time to intervene.

My mother eyed me gravely. Eldrick, you look terrible. What have you been up to? You locked yourself away in search of rest, but you have returned to us... gaunt and ashen. What gnaws at you?

What gnaws at me? I echoed. "Why, the thing that gnaws at my heart is the lack of attention you have paid to my ideas, dearest mother. I am the future of this kingdom, the heir to this great throne. But instead of heeding my advices and working to understand my perspectives... you seek the aid of others. Of Dragons..." That last word was uttered with unveiled disgust.

My father sank back into his chair, hands folded upon the lengthy table. "Oh, I see... So this is what you've been obsessing over, then? He loosed an exasperated laugh and slammed his fists down. My son, you are young and inexperienced! I will hear no more of your plans—no more of this criticism! The Dragons may soon become close allies, and there would be nothing better for our people!"

I threw my head back in laughter, much to my mother's chagrin. Eldrick, that's quite enough, she warned. "You need rest—proper rest! Come, let us fetch one of the royal physicians. You aren't well!"

I'm well enough to see that your plans are running this kingdom into the ground! I snapped. The words flew from my lips viciously, and my gaze cut into both of them like a knife. To my surprise, they blanched at my words—quivered, as though they felt threatened by my honesty. "You have long been surrounded by foolish sycophants—by Elves who have no investment in this kingdom's future. Consider our sweet Clara. You are starting down this track of peace with the Dragons on account of her...

"But this is unforgivable! You would forge an alliance with these duplicitous creatures just to make Clara happy? I am the only one in Paraiso, it seems, who sees the folly in your course. If this alliance comes to pass, the Dragons will only limit us in our pursuit for greatness. Just you watch—they will be a thorn in our side, and a future generation will have no choice but to pluck them out all over again! You would leave that mess to me, your son, simply because Clara is infatuated with some Woland? It disgusts me! Dragons and Elves will never be capable of a true alliance! They are not to be trusted, except as slaves—laborers! We must assert dominance over them! That is the best path forward!"

That's enough! shouted my father. You know not of what you speak, Eldrick! Not only have you shown us great disrespect with this outburst, but you have demonstrated your complete lack of knowledge on the matter!

Oh? I replied. And what is it I've overlooked? What aspect of this have I misunderstood, O wise king?

My mother shook her head in contempt. "Eldrick, the matter is far more complicated than you realize. Whatever your feelings about the Dragons, Clara and Jericho are fated to be together. Vera Salit. This is no small matter! In fact, keeping them apart may well prove disastrous for our people! It is our belief, as well as that of others, that the two are destined for one another, and that their union will help to heal the rifts between our people. Why can't you understand this?"

Because it's nonsense! I said, gaining my feet. "You're blind to the truth! The concept of Vera Salit is a myth, a fiction! Of course, that won't stop the Dragons from peddling it. No... They'll stress the importance of this old fairy tale in the hopes of ensnaring my sister and dragging down all of Elven society. They will be a burden upon us, and I cannot allow such a decision to stand! We must reverse course immediately!"

My father also stood, his gaze hard as iron and his expression folding into a terrible scowl. "Last I checked, Eldrick, the crown sits upon my head. The decision is not yours, and you would do well to learn your place. The next time you think to discuss policy matters in this way, you had better see to it that you watch your tone. You may be my son, the heir apparent, but I will not be lectured in this way. He studied me intently for a time, and then came a few steps closer. There is... Yes, I believe, Eldrick, that there is a darkness in you. It is a darkness that is not compatible with kingship. You must turn away from the evil in your heart if you wish to be king someday. Our people will never follow one who harbors such darkness... His expression softened somewhat, and he sighed. I tell you this out of love, as your father. You must lay down this prejudice of yours, Eldrick. It is too much..."

I nearly laughed at my father's mention of love. I felt nothing like the sort towards him or my mother; the two had succeeded in exhausting my goodwill, and there was no warmth for either of them remaining in my heart. Perhaps my father was correct—perhaps there was a budding darkness within me. What he failed to realize, however, was that only through wielding that darkness could our kingdom return to glory.

I departed from them feeling utterly betrayed. I knew then that there would be no getting through to them—no sudden epiphany. They were committed to their destructive course, and there was nothing I could say to dissuade them from it.

But there was plenty I could do.

And now my hand was being forced.

4

THE UNTHINKABLE

Ispent a long, quiet night with Kephe in my quarters. The two of us were seated in the study, poring over ancient books, as was our habit in those days. I, in particular, was still seething after having met with my parents. My exiled companion was most sympathetic, and his counsel served to steady me in times of rage, but with every passing hour he seemed readier to steer me towards a final confrontation.

You have been most reasonable, Prince Eldrick, the old man said at one junction when the moon was high and a hush had fallen over Paraiso. Rather audaciously, he strode out of the study and stood on the veranda. He had grown bolder over the past several weeks, and no longer cared about being spied by others on the property. "Your concerns about the kingdom are grounded in reality, and as the rightful heir to the throne you are morally bound to act in the nation's best interest. You have attempted diplomacy—attempted it, indeed, for quite awhile. You have now only two choices: You can let Elven society continue down this course, or you can take what is yours..."

I chuckled darkly, pacing about the study with my head low. Take what is mine...

That's right, sir, continued the old man. "If the king, your father, will not act in the best interest of his people, then he has effectively abdicated! No king worth the name runs his kingdom based on old myths that will only benefit parasitic outsiders. Vera Salit! He spat over the railing and shook his head. A king clinging to such fables is an embarrassment! He does us all a disservice by putting stock into such things."

I agreed, of course. Whatever Clara's intentions with the Dragon Jericho—and, to be sure, it was a relationship I did not support—I could not allow her poor judgement to leave a permanent mark on Elven history. It will be difficult, I said, to turn this around. Even should I seize the very crown my father wears, I will not be accepted by many here in Paraiso. They will consider me a usurper. There will be no little fighting, Kephe. I suppose they will come for you, too.

Me, sir? Think nothing of it, offered the old man. I have faced death before. Many times, in fact. There is nothing the warriors of this kingdom can do to me that I have not already been threatened with. I do not fear them, nor the long shadow of death. Let them come! So long as I have helped a sane man gain the throne of Paraiso, I will go to my grave a happy Elf! He cleared his throat. "The question we ought to be asking is how the deed will be done...

Barging in and slaying them in the open, with many witnesses, will attract undue attention and lead to a certain uproar. A poison—an assassination, perhaps, would be more prudent... Ah, but then, the kingdom will surely fall into chaos at the death of a king and queen, no matter the method. Taking what is rightfully yours will come at a cost no matter how you go about it, I'm afraid.

I will not be a coward, I replied. I will face my parents, both, and dispatch them upon their very thrones. It's the least I can do. The two of them can go to their graves knowing the full intensity of my position. Let them spend their final breaths filled with regret for not having listened to me. I nodded and turned to a trunk by my desk, drawing from it a long, thin dagger. The blade was lightweight and incredibly sharp, with rough knurling on the handle and an accompanying leather sheath. Tomorrow, I said, at midday, I will enter the throne room and confront them.

Kephe settled back into his chair and nodded. "May your aim be true and your reign lengthy, King Eldrick!"

So it was that, in the early afternoon the next day, I left my home and paid my parents a visit. I found them, as expected, dwelling in the throne room, where they were dealing with various bits of business and surrounded by servants. My presence in the room was not considered an oddity; the arrival of a member of the royal family was not treated as an aberration by any of the guards or servants on the premises. It was only the strong reaction of my father that spoiled the mood in the room and brought the eyes of every occupant upon me.

Oh, Eldrick, uttered my father, eyeing me with a frown. "What brings you here? he asked. Have you finally abandoned those miserable ideas of yours? Have you come, perhaps, to apologize to your mother and I?"

I stood before them both, defiant. I have not.

My father snorted derisively and waved me away. You see? He has no sense, this one. At this rate, he will never be a worthy king. Perhaps Gaber ought to be our designated heir; Eldrick is unsteady and stubborn.

I have come instead with a question, I continued, ignoring his barbs.

My mother cocked her head to the side and set down the document she'd been reading. A question? What is it?

I took a deep breath and reached under my cloak, squeezing the hilt of the dagger hidden there. "Have you reconsidered your positions since our last discussion? Have you begun to understand why it is that the future of Paraiso depends on swift action—and an immediate distancing from the Dragons?"

My father stamped impatiently upon the floor. Get out of my sight! Your ideas have no purchase here, Eldrick, and I will not tolerate such impudence as I sit on my very throne!

With a slow nod, I glared at them both in turn. "Yes, I expected as much. You call me stubborn, but you have clung to your folly to the point of forfeiting your throne. Tell me, mother... Tell me, father... who is truly stubborn in this case?" Whipping my cloak aside, I slid the dagger from its sheath and immediately leapt forward. The move was so swift that none in the room seemed to notice what I was doing until I was nearly upon my parents.

Rearing back, I drove the dagger forward and ran my father straight through the heart. The tip of the dagger struck the back of the throne as I did so, and my father's body jerked violently at the blow. He gripped at the arms of the seat, eyes bulging and lips quivering. He threw one weak hand toward my shoulder, but it was too late for him to dampen the blow or resist.

Falling onto the floor with a scream, my mother tried to scramble away from me.

I could not, however, allow her to escape.

Yanking the dagger free of my father's breast, I swiftly unleashed it in a downward arc and sank its razor-sharp tip into the back of my mother's leg, staking her to the ground. She yelped, clawing at the floor. At that moment, the dazed servants in the room all came bounding toward me.