Welcome to #fictionfriday. Each Friday, I’m going to dedicate to something that has to do with novels, short stories, or even brief pieces. I may write some history pieces for the world of Tasguliere, pieces that have emerged since the publication of my first book, or create a whole new story. I also could review or speak in depth about some particularly interesting pieces of writing that are out there. Sit back, read, and enjoy.
Today, we continue the journey of Malair.
Then they came.
Dro’diss had been standing on the steps of the temple looking over the grounds when the trees blazed.
The tree with red leaves seemed to dance with fire. From within emerged a man, dark in skin, long in hair curled tightly, streaks of red lighted through it. Down one side of his face, a bright red streak. Splashed across his chest was a scatter of red dots. A cloth was wrapped around his waist and a sash fell almost to the ground on his right side. He stood and turned to take in the temple grounds. Across his back was a splatter of reds, yellows, and oranges in a circular shape that dripped like melted wax.
The tree that covered the grove, with great drooping black vines and the dark purple leaves, produced a coat of dark, dense fog, black as night. It coiled and drifted as another man, as dark as the first and no hair to be seen, emerged. His body was covered in lines of purple and black, darker than his skin. The dense fog seemed to swirl around him like a cloak. He seemed to always face the opposite direction as the other man.
The sun darkened as Dro’diss felt the presence of Verai’me and Istai’me appear.
This was not right.
Dro’diss fell to his knees.
He saw the men finally turn and face him.
But not him.
They were facing the Goddess of Morning and Goddess of Evening.
Dro’diss kept his eyes straight ahead, focusing on the two new men.
“Who are you?” Dro’diss said, his voice just barely a whisper.
“You will call me Inaor’me, God of Dreams.” The man with streaks of red throughout his hair spoke. His voice was deep and rolled across the temple grounds.
“You will call me Riltai’me, God of Nightmares.” The man in a cloak of black fog said, his voice harsh and quiet.
Dro’diss felt the images of Inaor’me and Riltai’me burned into his mind.
He bowed low, his head to the ground, and knew he would not see them again.
The words filled his mind.
“Give us hope, God of Dreams. Let our eyes see more than before, Inaor’me.” Dro’diss felt Ianor’me vanish as it was not his time to walk the temple grounds.
“Guard our minds, God of Nightmares. Keep the terror at bay, Riltai’me.” And then Riltai’me had vanished as well.
Dro’diss stayed prostrate.
For the first time in millennia, two new beings walked among the Zue’do Order.
That’s it for today’s #fictionfriday! Feel free to leave a comment or your thoughts. Pick up a copy of Plight of the Carnor, J.B. Patricks’ first novel from Amazon in paperback or get the Kindle version and learn even more about Tasguliere!