Sunday, February 25, 2018

Dark Paranormal Fantasy Books.

           I was playing in a game.
            Sitting on top of this mountain, when an Idea hit me.
Well a story really.
Here you will find such a tale.
I hope you enjoy.


Arkadia A Druid's Tale.


Draven the Dark Lord, Master of Evil Intent, Master of Deception...................

Can he be stopped by a young druid with just her few animals and friends? He has loosed a plague upon the land that is slowly killing all that it touches. Will she reach her goal in time to save her world from destruction? Or will Draven rule Arkadia with the same ruthless evil as he rules the Underdepths? 


Sequel:
Arkadia the Dark Mist Legend.


A young druid is beseeches to save her world from evil that plagues it, yet she does not know how. 
Young Athinia must find away to save her world of Arkadia, from the dark mist that Draven the Dark Lord has set loose upon her world and is now spreading rashly across its land, killing every living thing in its wake. 
With her animal friends, and the companions she has met along the way, they set out to complete the task that was set upon her, yet she finds her ‘Becoming’ has changed and the world of Arkadia is in more danger from the Dark Lord and its Mist. Now the Dark Mist is covering most of Arkadia and spreading its disease. 
With the trials and tribulations they have to face, will young Athinia and her trusted companions be able to stop it? What if happens if she does succeed? 

What if she fails?
A Dream All Her Own.


A small town taken by men who think a woman should be model perfect. 
Yet the men of the MC and Reservation find all women equally beautiful. 
When the leader of the MC and Reservation find the one woman meant for them beaten so badly by the BDSM owners, they set out to take the town. 

Will they be able to save the woman of their dreams from the violence she faces or will they lose yet another girl to this ring of men who think they are the Masters of a BDSM club and the town.

One Fine Morning, In a Town All Its Own.


After seeing her husband kill her only friend, Athinia picks up and moves to the mountains of Montana.
She never thought to keep her move secret from the world. 
So when her ex-husband shows up on the mountain, she once again has to escape.
What she does not know is that they have been watching her from the time she arrived.
When she shows up at farm battered and half dead, the community bands together to keep her safe. 


The unsuspecting men that have followed her to her new life do not know that their small community has a deadly secret.


A Halfbreeds Life.

Coming Soon.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Athinia Tandino's Books: Books by Athinia Tandino

Athinia Tandino's Books: Books by Athinia Tandino: This is for those of you that do not have my book.       Arkadia, A Druid's Tale.       Arkadia, The Dark Mist Legend.           ...

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Chapter -2- Mysteria


As Athinia and I sat on her front porch in the evening sun, she continued to recount her story…
It was a warm fall evening, similar to this one, in Mysteria.
The fall breeze drifted into the small cottage windows bringing with it the scent of winter as if it were right upon the doorstep—the sweet smell of the snow’s mist tantalizing everyone. They knew the harvest would bring great wealth to all that lived within the village and its surrounding areas. This was the time of year that everyone looked forward to; there was great anticipation of the celebration to come. It had everyone scurrying around as if there was no time to sleep, or even take the slightest breath.
Yet there was one who always seemed to be calm about what was to come and how life in this village would somehow continue on. The only problem was that Moonstar lived on the plateau of the Shadowvale Mountain. She never worried about what the villagers were doing. However, this was the night of the great feast and she would for the first time in many winters make her appearance. With young Arctigre at her side and this world in dire need of the prophecy to be fulfilled, Moonstar knew the time was right.
The young child that was brought into this world would soon be bound to her. Although, the tale of the child was not yet clear, this did not matter to Moonstar for the second part of the prophecy would soon come full circle.
Having already seen the first part of the prophecy completed, Moonstar would soon be a part of the gifted one. It would be her job to train the child in the ways of light. Moonstar could feel the hate and anger growing within the child. Even though, she knew that love would soon find the child’s young heart like it had her mother and father.
As I gazed at my mother, I did not know, or yet understand why I was to go live with the lady of the mountain. Let alone why they did not want me any longer.
Although in time, I came to understand that they did want and love me very much. They were only sending me to learn the ways of life in the world of Arkadia. I knew there was something special about me, which brought fear to the people of my village.
With a smile upon her face, Moonstar sensed the satisfaction that I felt deep within me. She could see the pain the young boy had caused with his teasing and berating me on how different I was and how small, much too small for my age. Even though they all could see that I am part Halfling and Wood Elf what would one expect?
However, Moonstar thought that I could have been a bit taller and maybe a little heavier than I was. Nonetheless, I looked to be more Halfling than Wood Elf, especially in my height but I showed the Wood Elf part of me with my slender stature.
Moonstar told me about the day when she first saw a Halfling, how they all looked as if they had swallowed full pumpkins that stood as tall as them. She said they all had short legs and squatty statures and one could not help but think of them as just mere children.
Looking down on the village from the mountain Moonstar could not help but think about the events yet to come. She knew that in time I would know as well.
The village of Mysteria sat snug at the base of the Shadowvale Mountains. It was a quiet and quaint little place with its small stone cottages, gardens, and farms of many varieties. The tavern where the ale was brewed was also the Inn, with its quiet little rooms, where any traveler would find a warm welcome of comfort after a long journey. With all their needs attended too, they would find time to join in on the celebration.
During the harvest season, there were no empty rooms in the Inn, for that was the time of year when people from all the neighboring lands came to share in its wealth or just enjoy the celebration and admire the decorations of the courtyard in its festive colors.
Then there is the beautiful Diremist Forest that surrounds the village. It was vital to the well-being. The plants and wildlife that lived within helped us in our everyday needs.
If one were to fall ill, the soothsayer could make a remedy from the many varieties of plants and herbs that grew there.
I can still remember one of the stories the storyteller had told us when he was passing through. He spoke highly of the springtime. His words still ring in my ears, just like they did when I was still a small child of four winters. He spoke softly. However, his words would fill the evening sky, like that of a song being sung by the night sparrow.
The storyteller would look deep into the eyes of all who were seated at his feet as he began his tale.
The branches that hung over the village looked as if they were placed there to protect what lay beneath, from the rays of the morning’s sun. They were full and thick with the new spring blossoms. The leaves that lay on the ground covered it like a warm quilt draped over the end of abed, waiting to be placed upon one to warm them from a cool spring night.
In the springtime, you could see the small animals making their way from place-to-place, scampering through the musty leaves foraging for food. The limbs from the old laid in slumber and made good homes for the animals that resided within their protective arms. You could find bears, wolves, owls and other creatures…Sometimes you could even see the ones of the mystical nature.
Then there was the water of the Mandria River. You could hear it as it caressed the sand and rocks situated beneath it, like a baby suckling its mother. The sounds of pure peace could lull even the strongest of creatures to sleep. One could, become lost to it if they were not careful. If you sat and listened to what the land had to offer; you could hear the birds as they sang, the crickets as they chirped, the rustling of the small animals as they made their way through the blanket of leaves, or even the wind as it gently blew through the branches.
One might say that the land was singing with all the sounds filtering together as if it were a melody being sung.
If one were to sit near the falls of the river, they could feel the mist as it made its way over the rocks, gently landing; and finally splashing upon the skin of its intended victims.
I pondered more of what the storyteller had to say, I would find myself sitting there, dreaming of the magic that the world held. I would dream about the dragons, goblins, even the wizardry, and the powers of nature. Yet, there were those that say magic and magical creatures were used in stories one would tell their children at bedtime. Nonetheless, I still believe in the magical ways of that world. However, small that might be in the minds of its people. I knew how real it was and how powerful it could be.
Although, I feel that within me there lies a special power, one I had seen and brought to life.
I remember that unfortunate day when I had wished for the plant to harm one of the young boys of my village. I did not mean to harm anyone and now I know that what I had done could have been controlled. Yet I did not know how or why I was chosen to carry such a heavy burden upon my small shoulders. All I knew was that because of that unfortunate day I had leave that place of sanctuary and go live with the lady of the mountain.
My mother and father were furious with me and seemed to want to be rid of all that they once held dear…Why me? Why did this have to happen to me? Why could I not be like the others? With tears streaming down my face, I looked up at the mountain where I would be going to live. Not realizing that I was being watched, I turned and wiped my eyes and then I went back to my daydreaming about the village.
The villagers loved to tell stories about adventures, especially the stories about the creatures that inhabited the forest. If one were to venture into it, they might find that some of the bedtime stories were true. Yet they did not dare journey within it, for the laws of the land forbade it and the punishment would be severe. If one were to fall ill, the guards accompanied the soothsayer so that she could gather the herbs that were needed to cure the inflicted.
Being of a curious nature, I took a walk into the forest and to my surprise, I saw many of the creatures from the tales. Startled by the sight, I started running back towards my family’s small cottage. As I reached the garden gate, I saw my mother tending one of her many gardens. I was so excited, yet scared and out of breath. It took all the strength I had left within me, to try to explain to my mother, where I had been, and what I had seen. Only after getting the word Diremist out, I saw the anger come over her face.
“Athinia, you know you are not allowed to venture into the woods. If you were caught, you know the king’s of punishment. What if something happened to you?” my mother said in a scolding tone of voice.
I acknowledged that what I had done was wrong. Still I tried to tell her what I had seen. She just waved me away and went back to tending her many gardens.
All those who knew my mother also knew where to find her at any given time. She loved to be out with nature, feeling the dirt in her hands and watching life growing. Seeing the familiar gesture, of the wave of her hand, I knew that she silently expressed her wish not to be disturbed.
I turned and headed back down the path towards the tree that would give me comfort, when my family was too busy. As I reached, the tree that looked as if it was weeping. I leaned against the trunk and gently slid down the bark so that I was seated beneath its branches. I watched the leaves that looked like teardrops on a child’s face, sway back and forth in the gentle breeze, and listened to the sounds of the forest.
As I sat there I remembered how much I loved the fall; with the leaves changing colors and the warm breeze making the leaves dance upon the ground. I loved to just lie beneath the branches and be whisked away into a daydream about being one of the woodland creatures. I imagined being one of the fairies that re-seeded the land with new life. Although, I also thought of being one of the black bears that had just awoken from a long winter’s nap; and hungrily looking for some lush, plump and juicy berries. The very thought of them made my mouth start to water. However, within all this serenity my daydreams came to an end as my mother called for me to come and help her with the daily chores.
In two night’s time, my father would be returning with the lady of the mountain. I was not feeling very happy about her coming to take me away, so that I could be taught the ways of the land and magic…the very thought of it did not sit well within my young heart. The pain that I had caused young Spletzer after he had angered me not so long ago brought tears to my eyes. I could still hear his teasing, of how I was a half-breed, not being of one true nature. How it had made me wish that the vines from the Stranglethorn bush would choke the very life out of him. I did not know that it would come to pass.
“In time, you will learn how to control the powers that lie in slumber, and the lady of the mountain will teach you all you will need to know,” my mother told me after that event.
I did not wish to leave my family, and I did not feel the need to stay near our small cottage. Therefore, I set out to walk the paths of the village. However, for some reason, that day the structures seemed to make more sense. Normally I would not pay them any heed.
The cottages were simple and yet spacious, and could house five people comfortably with their adequate sized rooms. They were made from the large stones and wood from the oak trees along the Mandria River. They had fireplaces that one can see into, making it easy to check the meals that are being prepared. The sleeping rooms faced the east so that the morning sun would shine in to greet them with its warmth. The garden room faced to the west so that the sun could kiss the plants that lived within, as it made its’ way down the horizon.
My walk took me as far as the distant castle and when I reached it, Isa how the large stonewalls that encased it, looked as though they had grown out of the water. The bridge was made of stone and looked so sleek in its design. It looked like it had stepped right out of a painting. Just across the bridge were the great iron and wooden gates; at that time they stood open. If something or someone were to come and try to harm the village, the folks could find sanctuary within the great walls.
A large lake that surrounded the castle and was about six feet deep and five feet wide with trees strategically placed around it. Even the benches that sat beneath the trees where one could sit and admire the land, or just relax on a warm spring or summer day, were carefully formed, and set into place.
Beyond the gates laid the courtyard. Walking through those massive gates, I saw many varieties of trees, flowers and also how lush and green the grass was. All of this made me want to run over and lay on its pillowy form.
To the east were the stables that housed the king’s steeds, and to the west was the cook and smokehouse. The guardhouses surrounded the outer edge; protecting the shops within. There was a stock house, chapel, and housing where a few of the peasants and serfs resided.
In the center of the courtyard was a sitting place, where the storytellers would come to tell their stories of their great adventures. However, when the nightly tales were done, everyone could hear the children asking for more. Nevertheless, the storytellers would tell them no, for the time had come that they must be on their way.
The village received many types of storytellers; some sang, some told stories in rhymes and others just made a show out of what had happened during their journeys along the way. They never asked for anything, but did partake of the food and drink that was offered.
After a short time of looking around the courtyard my venture led me into the castle, I sensed how cold, damp and drafty it was, even with the large fireplaces that burned logs that were the size of small trees that would burn throughout the night.
One might suspect that with this grand of a structure, the inhabitants would not feel the cold and dampness or even think that it was dreary.
The furnishings were painstakingly made so that they did not look more elegant than that of the villagers. This was done so that the royalty who lived within did not feel as though they were better than their own people. However, the villagers believed that they are all one big family.
Torches and candles were used to light the way through the dark halls. Although during the day the sun illuminated nicely through the sand hued intertwined and twisted iron windows, allowing for sufficient light that was needed for that dreary place.
The doors leading into the castle were made from the great oak trees and lined with steel. The steel was in the shape of a serpent with its tail twisted around it and its head resting upon it, as if to say, ‘I’m here to protect what lies within.
The outer edge of the main hall was lined with stone pillars and in the center stood a magnificent oak chair. The walls and floors looked as if they had taken many years to hand polish to obtain their glass-like finish.
To the left were hand carved stone stairwell, and the doors that led into the great hall. The great hall was where events and strategies were planned.
As I wandered into the great hall, I saw the weapons and battle armor; and noticed how they were strategically mounted upon the walls in readiness.
In the center of the room stood a table that looked as if it had grown out of the floor, with regal chairs surrounding it. Just above the table, were many handcrafted candles seated upon a majestic deer antler chandelier.
Up the stone-carved staircase were the bedchambers. The rooms were bedecked with silk linen, with canopied beds and armories, similar to the one you saw in the room where you were attracted to the tapestry of my animal companions and me. The walls of the great hall were adorned with elegant tapestries needed to bring brightness to the lifeless rooms.
Hidden within a few of the rooms were passageways that led into the inner part of the mountain that adjoined the castle. The mountains inner sanctuary was for a safe retreat, if by chance the castle was ever besieged. With all this beauty, I could see why it took so many winters to build.
As I made my way out of the splendid place, my thoughts turned to the people of the village. I recalled how most of the families had come thereby misfortune, after their villages had been burned, and most of their families and friends slaughtered. However, those who had managed to escape came seeking asylum from the war.
Realizing the day was turning to dusk, I decided the time had come for me to head back, where I knew my mother would be waiting.
As I walked the paths, my mind drew to the sight of it, and how it was made of tiny stones. Drawing closer to our cottage, I could see by the look on my mother’s face that she was not pleased that I had disobeyed her by wandering so far from our home.
I did not feel very hungry so I made my way to my sleeping room. Lying down on my bed of skins, I could hear my mother as she approached-set for the nightly story she seemed to love to tell before I drifted off into slumber. As my mother entered, I could see how elegant she was with her hair tied up in a bun and her tea in hand; she sat on the edge of my bed of skins.
“Athinia, tonight I will tell you the journey of my Becoming. For one day, you will also become a woman. You will one day take the same journey into this great world, just as I did. When my time came to become part of it, I was scared. Although, if you listen closely to my tale you will find strength within it,” she stated.
My mother’s name was Kadia Lossëhelin and she loved to tell me how my father, Arctigre Lossëhelin, and she came to be one with each other. I believed that this was the happiest time in her life.




Now this is what my mother had to tell me all those many years ago. I will tell you the tale the way that she had told me.

Chapter -1- The Beginning


One rainy afternoon my boss Steve came to me and asked me if I would go and meet with a woman whom he believed to be the oldest druid in the world. Although, I do not believe in the ancient cultures, there was something in what he told me about the woman that intrigued me. He told me about his beliefs of the old religions and how he felt part of them. However, that was not what caught my attention about the woman.
It was about the way she had lived that made me want to go and meet with her. I did not know anything about druids or their beliefs, which sent me to the library. I was glad the librarian allowed me to stay the full night and helped me to acquire the material I would need to educate myself.
However, there was not much on the subject; the only things I found were their beliefs in the old mystical ways and that their land was sacred to the point they would not allow anyone to desecrate it.
After my night at the library, I returned home to prepare for my visit to this woman’s home. I notified Steve that I was prepared at leave and he said he would send the limousine around to pick me up in about an hour.
 “Make sure you have comfortable footwear because you will need to walk the last distance to her residence,” he advised.
When the limo came to a halt, I got out and it was then that I realized why my boss had told me to wear comfortable shoes. It was that her home sat three miles from any road and I would have to walk the rest of the way.
I knew it would be almost evening before I reached her dwelling. I decided to walk the beachfront since it would be much nicer than the hot sticky tarred road.
As I headed down to the beach, the brisk air and sun upon my face felt both warm and inviting.
My mind was so full of the mystical things, I had studied at the library the night before that time and my walk passed quickly and before I knew it, I was standing at the gates to her home.
I stood there looking at the surroundings. The scene was so amazing, with the sun-stained log fence that bordered her land. It seemed to fit there as if it were placed there by something other than the hand of man. The cottage faced the shore of the Panira Ocean, with the Timbermall Forest guarding its back. Many different colorful and fragrant flowers filled the lines around the fence making it an eye-catching place. The soft green grass encompassing the cobblestone walk was so lush and green; it resembled a soft pillow you could lay your head upon.
To the right of the deck sat a beautiful garden filled with many varieties of plants and herbs, some of which I had never seen before. The color of the sand painted walls and dark stained deck looked as if it were fit for a royal families wedding party. I got the immediate impression that if anyone sat upon the deck they could find peace within all this serenity.
All this exquisite appearance of this quaint home made me feel as if this place was grander than many of the mansions I had had the pleasure of being in. It looked like this secluded place was right out of one of the fairy tales my own mother had read to me when, as a youngster, and had settled down for the night.
As I stood there gazing around, I saw her sitting on the deck. Opening the gate, I made my way up the path. I remembered what Steve had told me about the dwelling the woman had once lived in. Oddly enough, this place did not resemble anything he had described to me. Then I saw her wave for me to come and sit at her side.
“Hello, I am Sophie Carbonelle. Steve Carwin has sent me to tape your story and hopes that you will allow us to publish it,” I told her as I watched her face turn back to the water.
“Greetings, I have been expecting you,” she said so sweetly, it was as though she was singing.
“Please sit and I will tell you all,” she said as I took the seat next to her.
“I do not know what he has told you, but that does not matter. If you are going to understand my tale, you’ll need to hear it from the beginning,” she said as she got to her dainty feet and gestured for me to follow.
I noticed that she only stood to my shoulder. With me being five feet two, this made her around four feet five maybe seven. She may be a small woman, but she looked as if she was strong in body and mind. I looked closer at her and noticed that while most elderly women tend to hunch over, she did not. She stood up straight and had a way about her stride that made her look as if she were floating on air.
When I stepped inside, it made me feel at peace and I yearned to see more of her beautiful home. I guess she sensed my desire.
“Would you like a tour of my home?” she asked in a soft voice.
“I would love that,” I told her as I followed her into her living room.
“I love to read so I made this a reading room, others might call it an entertainment room,” she said as I looked around and saw it filled with books that were lovingly placed on the shelves.
“The fireplace was made from the slate of the mountain that sits not too far behind my home. I took the most special things that I could carry with me and adorned it with the ancient artifacts of the druids. The furniture was all handcrafted from cherry wood, the fabric I handmade and dyed to be the color of the forest in its greens and browns that you will see throughout the cottage,” she said as we made our way to the archway that led into the kitchen.
“I had the cabinets made of cedar and the tops of black marble. I filled the windowsill behind the double sink with herbs, making this room a cozy place for any family meal. The island bar I had positioned so that I could look out the double doors at the wildlife,” she told me as we walked back into the reading room.
“If you need the washroom it is there,” she pointed to a small room under the staircase.
“Above is my sleeping room. I have always loved the loftiness in a home. So when I had this place built about forty years ago, I wanted to accommodate a loft so that I could look out the front windows from where I sleep,” she said as she made her way to the stairs that led to her bedroom.
She did not speak when we had entered the small loft. As we reached, the top the first thing I saw was the king-sized, hand-made, oak-stained dark colored, four-poster canopy bed, with matching end tables. The lamps that were seated upon them looked as if they had been handcrafted nearly five centuries earlier. The handcrafted armorer matched all the furnishings in the room, but it had some strange carvings upon it. The drapes that hung from the windows were made of the same solid beautiful colored fabric like the pillows that covered the living room furnishings.
“Your room is something that I have always dreamed of. The sanctuary of the canopy bed with its drapes of solid colors makes me feel like I can rest here in peace. I could use a place like this to hide away in when I have had a bad day. Thank you for the tour,” I told her and saw in her face that she could feel my envy as she turned to make her way back down the stairs. However, the tapestry that hung on the wall stopped her and as she looked back, I saw that she noticed I was staring at it.
It was of a child surrounded by animals, a bear lying at her feet, a wolf sitting to her right-hand side and a bird that looked as if it were a hawk seated upon the young girl’s shoulder. Looking a little closer, I thought that the young girl in the tapestry looked a little like the woman standing just before it.
“Is this you with the animals?” I inquired.
“Yes, that was made to represent my life. It is called ‘A Druid’s Tale.’ These are my friends: Storm the Shadow Hawk, Seaory the Timber Wolf, and Tarria the Moon Bear,” she said as she lovingly touched her wrinkled finger to where each animal was positioned on the tapestry.
“Please come, I had prepared some food before you arrived and I know you have not eaten since last night and then you did not eat much. I will tell you my tale while we eat,” she said as we made our way back down the stairs.
It surprised me that the woman revealed I had not eaten much that it sent chills down my spine.
How does she know what and when or even how much I have ate?
What else does she know about me?
“Please speak your concerns dear child, for the questions you ask cannot be answered if you do not speak them aloud,” she said as I followed her down the stairs.
“How do you know what I have eaten or what I was thinking? What else do you know about me? I only know what Steve told me about you and that was not much and as for druids, I know even less. I had to do some research before I came just to find out that your land must not be desecrated. So how is it that you know more about me than I know of you?” I asked with a burning sensation growing in the pit of my stomach.
“In time you will see how it is I know a lot more about you than you do of me. You will also come to know me through what it is I am going to reveal to you,” she said.
As we reached the kitchen, I took a seat at her cedar table where she had already placed plates of food. Eating what I would consider a wonderful summer meal, that looked as if she had prepared a feast fit for a king. She had a lovely fresh garden salad that included some herbs and vegetables I had seen growing in her garden, the homemade rolls had a lovely earthy smell to them and the tender looking meat appeared to be that of either deer or elk. I had never eaten meat this tender and mouthwatering as this before. While I ate and watched her, she began to tell me the story of her life.
With my tape recorder running, I sat and listened intently to her with a great interest, as she began her tale…
“I am a druid.”
“Although, I have many hidden dimensions, however, my heart belongs to the nature of the druids. I am going to tell you a tale that most will not believe. Anyone that might be able to verify this has long since departed. Even when they were alive they did not believe what they had lived,” she said with sadness in her voice.
“It was said that the oracles reigned over the world of Arkadia and the dark lord was granted the world of the undead, which resides beneath my world. However, he had a different plan in mind, when he descended from the oracle realm, Draven the lord of the dead wanted Arkadia for his own selfish purposes. He had been plotting to be the ruler of both worlds. However, there was one he knew he could not beat-the High Priestess. She, the most powerful, had already beaten him in battle to determine which would rule what realm. She became the ruler of the oracles.
This did not sit well with Draven and he made a vow to his love, that he would rule both realms. He told her that he was the God-like being that should control what happened to the lesser ones, not the High Priestess.
Therefore, when he descended to the underworld of Arkadia, he started gathering the souls of the wicked and began putting his plan into action. With the help of his disciples of undead, he then started to corrupt the living, but only those whom he was able to control. He was determined to acquire the oracle realm. He set a pandemic loose upon the lands, which spread rashly.
With the help of the oracles, the people of Arkadia were told to gather certain plants, which they could use to keep the plague at bay.
They started a ritual called the ‘Becoming.’ where the young men and women who were turning sixteen winters old, would be asked to take a journey to prove their love for their village and families.
The oracles decided that there must be one brought forth, to reign over the lands between the two realms. So they set forth a prophecy that the Dark Lord was said to be oblivious to. However, much to their surprise he was not, for in their midst lived one they found to have deceived them.
Draven did not know that the oracles’ High Priestess had already captured and imprisoned the traitor and tortured her until she had revealed her love’s plans.
The High Priestess knew that she must be the one, to go to Arkadia and help the unsuspecting people. She knew that it would be her task to teach the ‘Chosen One’ how to defeat the Dark Lord. She also knew that her mission was not going to be easy and in the end, she would have to return to the oracle realm to protect it when the time came.
It’s believed that the day when the strongest of the oracles had descended to the lands that she had at that time chosen two women, who would give life to the ‘Chosen Ones’ parents. When the High Priestess landed, she called back to the heavens and asked that the two women be marked with the sign of the druids. A mark that would not fade as time passed and would be passed down to the children they would bear. The mark bore the look of a willow tree, encircled with the never-ending ring of leaves that would lie upon the back of the person’s shoulder, similar to what you would know as a tattoo or birthmark.
It was foretold that the child of the first woman would be granted a son and the second woman would be gifted with a daughter. However, this plan would have to wait, because the second child had not yet been conceived.
One of the chosen ones parents would find love from the one who had caused it all. The oracle decided that the chosen child would come from these two, the man, and woman who would both see and live a life of pain. Their child would be taught all the things that this world had to offer.
The Dragon Kin would grant the two his life’s essence as they stood in the moonlight of the oracle, while being washed by the sea. This essence held the powers of the two realms. He would gift the two that had found love within them. In turn, granting their child a long life, longer than that of this world you know. The child that would be born to them would be gifted through the womb, with the gifts of the Dragon Kin’s great strength and cunning and much more.
Feeling the need for the child to be protected they sent down their strongest to help guide the child that would be born to a Wood Elf and a Halfling, since it was decided that they were the strongest of the world of Arkadia.
The young woman would have to face untold pain and hatred for the man that she would find towering over her dead mother. She would, within a short time and with the help and power of the oracle, find it in her heart to understand that this man was not responsible for her mother’s death. Then she would have to find a way to give him back the life, which was once taken from him.
They would both discover that each of their mothers had been struck by lightning and branded by the oracles to be marked as the ones of the prophecy.
However, as you can see this is not where the tale ends. We will need to find a more comfortable place, so that I may tell you the rest. As we got to our feet and headed towards the front door to the sanctuary of the porch I felt as if there was something she was hesitating to ask. As she sat, I could see her face was pointed to the evening sky and her tears shone as they streamed down her face in the night’s moonlight, it was as though she was longing to be with the stars.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Books by Athinia Tandino

This is for those of you that do not have my book.

      Arkadia, A Druid's Tale.
      Arkadia, The Dark Mist Legend.
   
      Arkadia, A Druid's Tale. & The Dark Mist Legend.

     One Fine Morning, In a Town All Its Own

     A Dream All Her Own.

You can buy them here cheap.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=Athinia+Tandino

Dark Paranormal Fantasy Books.

           I was playing in a game.             Sitting on top of this mountain, when an Idea hit me. Well a story really. Here you w...