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    The Prophet: Prelude - The Trial of Sa'riya
    The Prophet: Prelude - The Trial of Sa'riya
    The Prophet: Prelude - The Trial of Sa'riya
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    The Prophet: Prelude - The Trial of Sa'riya

    By Don Newton

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    Draggons are the worst...

    The war with the Draggons is raging, and only the battle-hardened Na’Geena warriors can stand against them. They have the weapons that can kill them, and the Griffins they ride are the mortal enemies of the lizards. There’s a chance they could be defeated, but they have allies in the Eradorians, and a secret mission could turn the tide and destroy the Draggon King. Only a god can make it work. But will he help?

    Ok, her twin sister was killed, but it was an accident...

    When the Carolonian sun exploded, Zi’anna was caught in the blast-wave, and even her immortality and the powers of the K’Pa couldn’t save her from certain death. Now, the immortal’s Elder Council wants her sister, Sa’riya, to pay for that loss, with her life... But not all of them...

    Follow along as the trial unfolds. Will they find her guilty? Would you?

    “When you know the right question to ask, the answer will be obvious.” - Yin, The positive aspect

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDon Newton
    Release dateJul 18, 2019
    ISBN9780463095317
    The Prophet: Prelude - The Trial of Sa'riya
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    Don Newton

    Don Newton is a writer and armchair philosopher, author of the science fantasy trilogy “The Prophet”, and short stories too numerous to count. Don has been in love with science fiction and fantasy his entire life. The first alternate world he created was the result of a sixth-grade essay assignment, and he’s been hooked ever since. That world has grown and transformed into an entire multi-verse of possibilities to explore. Don’s not just a writer though, he has hobbies too: like making up funnier lyrics to popular songs. He sings them to himself when no one’s around—especially in the car. Don has a degree in Nursing and he’s a certified Paramedic. Six years in the Army sent him to places as diverse as Hawaii and Germany, where he was awarded the Army Achievement Medal for conduct above and beyond the call of duty. Having lived in nine different states and two foreign countries, he now calls the desert southwest home.

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      The Prophet - Don Newton

      The Prophet

      Prelude

      The Trial of Sa’riya

      Copyright 2019 - Don Newton
      Welcome to Erador

      Act One

      The bonds that held her were tight: luminescent silver, purple, and white bands of energy wrapping around her holding her still. She couldn’t move her arms or legs, but she could turn her head. There was no pain, but the stricture of the energy-bands compressed her chest, making it hard to breathe.

      She tried to free herself, but they’d sealed her inside her human form and struggle as she might, she couldn’t break free—but then, she wasn’t trying. Sa’riya knew if she thought herself away, they couldn’t stop her, but it was time to deal with this…

      The dais she stood upon was white stone and circular. Two steps descended to a flat floor of black granite. Her accusers sat behind a low metal wall, in high-backed leather thrones; two on the left, and two on the right.

      Nu’reen sat in the center behind a huge wooden bench; she was a young woman right now, dark hair and luminous green eyes. Her white robes glowed in the dim light. The gavel in her hand smacked the top of the bench, echoing throughout the chamber with a hollow thwack! "I understand you want to face these charges…" she said, her eyes on the younger woman.

      I do. Sa’riya nodded.

      And you won’t attempt to flee? Nu’reen asked.

      I won’t.

      Can we remove the bonds, please? Nu’reen scanned the faces of the Council. They exchanged glances and nods. Three of them waved one hand in the air; the multicolored bands surrounding Sa’riya dissolved. Besides, we all know she could leave anytime she wants…

      I’ll stay, you have my word.

      That’s good enough for me. Nu’reen smiled.

      Jurak leaned forward in his chair and pointed one slender finger at her. You say you want to face the charges. Are you aware of the penalty if we find you guilty?

      Nu’reen pounded the gavel against the wood of her bench. "The honorable D’jinn Councilor will refrain from asking direct questions of the accused… that’s what we have Inquisitors for."

      Jurak sat back and glared at her, the purple shine in his eyes amplified.

      Nu’reen turned back to Sa’riya. "But you do understand, don’t you?"

      Yes. Sa’riya nodded.

      Ok then, Nu’reen turned to her left and pointed at a Draggon guard who stood beside the door, "bring in the Inquisitor and Defender."

      ***

      Twelve years earlier…

      Karl pulled an arrow from the quiver and nocked it against his bowstring. He drew the string back, aiming down the shaft at the deer drinking from the stream at the bottom of the hill. He took a long slow breath and exhaled. He felt the bite of the string—the pressure of the arrow between his fingertips. Before he released it, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

      Why would you want to kill that beautiful creature?

      The sudden interruption caused him to jerk the bow: the arrow went wide, bouncing off a tree trunk and startling the deer; it ran into the woods and disappeared. He spun around, ready to give the intruder a piece of his mind.

      "What on Erador are you trying to—" His mouth fell open in awe—she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen: her hair was black as midnight and silky-smooth, piercing blue eyes held him in place. She wore a pure white robe with silver thread sewn into the seams. He shook his head—she seemed to shine in the dim forest light. She smiled at him, and it warmed his heart.

      —do? She finished his question. I’m trying to keep you from killing a defenseless animal.

      "Who are you, he slung the bow over one shoulder, and where did you come from?"

      She picked up the folds of her robe and leaned against a large boulder. I’m no one to trifle with, young man.

      Karl laughed. Young man? You’re the same age as me or close…

      Why do you have this desire to kill animals? She crossed her arms and wrinkled her forehead. I’ve never understood that.

      "I don’t desire to kill animals; I desire to eat."

      "There are other things to eat you know…" She raised her eyebrows.

      What do you eat? he asked.

      My dietary choices are not at question here, she said, besides, my needs differ from yours. I’m trying to understand your murderous intentions, that’s all.

      You didn’t answer my second question. Karl sat on the ground and crossed his legs. He pulled a blade of grass and chewed on it. "Actually, you didn’t answer the first one."

      She sat across from him on a smooth patch of soft green grass. He watched her move: from standing to sitting, a symphony of motion, and he longed for more.

      She brushed the hair away from her face. My name is Sa’riya.

      That’s beautiful, I’m Karl.

      I know who you are. She laced her fingers and laid her hands in her lap.

      Then you have me at a disadvantage. Karl sat and watched her for a moment, not saying anything. Why are you out here? We’re in the middle of the woods.

      I wanted to meet you. She smiled.

      Then I’m pleased to meet you, Sa’riya. He stood and took her hand, pulling her up from the ground. Would you come with me to my village and meet my kin as well?

      I’m sorry, I can’t… She stared at the ground and shook her head.

      He released her hand and turned away. Oh, I thought…

      "No, it’s not that I don’t want to, she touched his arm with her fingertips; it felt like electricity to him, but in a good way, I can’t right now."

      Karl nodded and smiled. I understand. Are you going to be anywhere close to here, say, tomorrow?

      She walked

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