I would like to let everyone know that i just finished my Fantasy e-book called The Chronicles of Dust, End Dreams and it can be found here. http://www.lulu.com/content/7158203
In the ancient godless world called Nacronum, men were divided by war, dominance and greed. With the rise and fall of new kings, warfare rotted the lands in a struggle for control. Humanity itself was disappearing like the dust it once came from. Into chaos, a being of great power come from the heavens. He was a magnificent creature with shiny white armour and a weapon of great deity. But not even his great power could tame the beasts that are mortals. So with him, he woke his Destiny, four sons and two daughters, Torikuma, Nactorian, Muna, Pachacuti, Shi’ai and Drac’gul’an, together they were known as The Seven Gods of Nacronum.
For nearly seven hundred years they fought along side brave mortal men. For seven hundred years they endured the struggle for peace, but in the end amity came to the lands. Five hundred years which followed, peace and prosperity slowly came to the lands of Nacronum and civilizations finally flourished. A mighty tower was then erected several hundred feet tall, to signal a new age of prosperity. The tower was special in design which supported a massive disk like structure. The disk floated above its highest point, soaring high above the clouds. The tower was deemed Dustoria, the Tower of Peace. It stood as the capital of Nacronum. In all directions from the mighty tower, small villages erupted from the dust of war. Arkanius the mightiest of the all gave each of the other Gods their own land to rule as they wished. One rule did not change and that was, “Protect the mortals at all costs.” And so they did and to this day, under the constant watch of the Gods the mortals lived free.
It is in the nature of men to covet power and greed. Far to the north, many weeks travel, barons entrusted with governance of the people set themselves up as kings within their own lands defying the rule of the Gods. Sometimes, even in the best of kingdoms cancers grow, disrupting the very essence of life. If not dealt with quickly it could spread bringing down the rest of the world. Evil crept into their hearts driving mortals to insanity. Infuriated by such acts of iniquity, Arkanius created the elite force called The Blackatom. They were the elite attack force enhanced by, relics of the Gods and trained by his eminence, Arkanius. The elite Blackatoms marched forth and dealt a sever blow to those who dare defy the rule of the Gods.
Like mortals, Gods were susceptible to the same laws that governed life. Gods in general cannot present themselves in the living world in their current energy state. They must inhabit a mortal body, thus being susceptible to the same rule as mortals, death and rebirth. To combat this minor setback they would enter a place called The Slumber of the Gods. There they would spend one hundred years reflecting on their past life’s deeds. For every one hundred years in the Slumber of the Gods they could spend one hundred years on the living plains of Nacronum. This slumber as they called it also regenerated their physical bodies making them stronger.
On the thirteenth hundred year of rule, it was Arkanius’s turn to slumber. His slumber was generally shorter then the rest due to his in-depth understanding of the engine that governed life. But this time he slumbered for exactly one hundred years and a day no more. His waking party grew nervous as he emerged from the slumber. But something was different about him. His mortal body was changed somehow, altered in some shape or form. His white skin was no more. His slim body was now heavier built. As he stepped out the rift he muttered he had a dream. This is strange because Gods cannot dream. No god in history had ever dreamed in the slumber. His Destiny asked him what the dream was about. He said that it was not a dream but a nightmare. He said he saw his future and everyone around him was dead or dying. He said he saw a monster, but he did not say which monster. So he planned for the inevitable future. He spent the better half of one hundred years pinpointing the exact events and the other half on getting his people ready for war. No God was ever allowed to go back into the slumber for fears that they would be changed as well. Many have questioned his methods. Who’s to say what would happen to a God if it could not be allowed to slumber. Many more, including his own children, have questioned his sanity but his Destiny was always by his side. He stretched his living body to more then five hundred years until one day it could go no further. There was no other choice. Arkanius was to enter The Slumber of the Gods yet again and wake in time to meet the inevitable event. He was to wake seventy seven years to the mark and a day no longer. Arkanius wore his black ceremonial armour inscribed with ancient golden words of magic hopping to protect him from the nightmare to come. Before entering the rift to the Slumber of the Gods he stopped, hesitated for a moment. He did not forget what happened last time he was in the void. A shiver of nervousness crawled up his spine as he looked onto the darkness of the rift. Thoughtless thoughts ran though his mind until a warm hand came to rest on his shoulder reassuring him his safety. And so he entered the rift and unveiled his End Dream.
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