After uncovering King Jasteroth's secret plot to conquer the Eastern Realm, Princess Ariella and her Royal Guards must embark on the perilous journey to Oclesedor.
However, they soon become the targets of the Commander of the Black Magic Sorcerers and his ruthless fire-breathing abomination. Ariella begins to doubt where the loyalties of her company lie as the troublesome pair effortlessly track her every move. Are the Black Magic Sorcerers' untimely appearances purely coincidental or is there a traitor amongst them?
Jealousy, obsession, and the struggle for control threaten to tear her company apart before they reach Oclesedor as they're faced with enemies on the road and in their ranks. Can they deliver the time-sensitive warning and save Oclesedor from certain demise or will King Jasteroth rule once more...
|Publisher:||S. L. Wyllie|
|File size:||384 KB|
About the Author
My name is Sara, and I’m an eccentric, sometimes shy, sometimes crazy, animal lover, indie-author, musician, etc. etc. etc. from Toronto, ON. But, I wasn’t always from Toronto, I actually grew up on the West Coast of Canada, on Vancouver Island. I have two wonderful dogs who are my pride and joy (no children yet), and I have no idea what direction my life is taking me anymore. One day I woke up and I said, I’m tired of being unhappy. And from that morning forth, I’ve been on this journey in search of happiness no matter the direction, no matter the result… What I’ve learned so far is that money and material things can only make you so happy. True happiness comes from within, and if you’re emotionally or spiritually sick, then no amount of material things can solve that. It’s something you have to learn how to fix yourself, starting with, who are you, and what makes you happy? What sort of things do you enjoy? And I feel like, I was caught up in this lie, of always appearing happy and great, but inside, I was broken. I didn’t know who I was anymore. I didn’t know what I liked, what I wanted to do with my life, I didn’t know myself. But, one thing was certain, I didn’t like the person I had become, the emotionally damaged and spiritually sick stranger I saw every morning in the mirror… And so here I am, making both rational and irrational choices based on whether or not the result of my choices will make me happy. And funny enough, I’m still here, I’m still alive, I’m happier than I can ever remember being… Even thinking back to my childhood, I don’t recall this sort of consistency… I keep waking up every morning thinking that this is a dream, that it’s all going to disappear, that I will be right back where I was before, and it scares me. I don’t ever want to go back. I don’t ever want to feel like, not living is an option again. And that fear of being stuck in a rut, in a routine that is killing me spiritually, is what motivates me to keep moving forward, no matter what happens from here… S. L.