WAYS OF MAGIC
TALES OF THE MYSTRALS
BOOK 1: DOMINION
CHRONOS FYRIA 207: AGE OF KENDORAN
PROLOGUE
In the heart of the magical land of Fyria, an uncommonly mighty tempest assailed the walls of Castle Kinshan. Gazing out from a window of the highest tower was a man draped in robes of crimson. Reminiscences of days long past filled his awareness all the while. Until an interruption occurred...
Far to the south, a Tower of dark blue walls felt much unrest as loud clangs resounded throughout from the many clashes of mithril blade. A woman with armor perfectly matching her surroundings strolled through the ranks, correcting her trainees as necessary. They took no heed as she hurried out of the room...
An equal distance to the west, a second Tower loomed above a forest that stretched far-off in all directions. A shroud of darkness gave the deception that all was still but for a slight hum and dim glow originating from the uppermost room. The sole living occupant knew otherwise...
On the opposite side of the forest stood not a third Tower but rather an ancient tree of unmatched proportions. While many a chamber and passageway were carved from within, the great tree itself thrived well despite its lack of occupants. The usual vibrant sounds of bird and beast were absent however...
In the northlands stood the fourth and final Tower. Through the transparent crystalline walls the servants subtly observed a white-clad man meditating three feet above the floor. It was obvious to them that all was not well purely from the look on his face...
Much further to the west, far past the Black Tower, a new force was introducing itself to the land of Fyria. Although he could only be sensed by those with the Gift, his presence resounded in their minds as he stepped through the Rift followed by his army of demonic essence...
TALES OF THE MYSTRALS
BOOK 1: DOMINION
CHRONOS FYRIA 207: AGE OF KENDORAN
PROLOGUE
In the heart of the magical land of Fyria, an uncommonly mighty tempest assailed the walls of Castle Kinshan. Gazing out from a window of the highest tower was a man draped in robes of crimson. Reminiscences of days long past filled his awareness all the while. Until an interruption occurred...
Far to the south, a Tower of dark blue walls felt much unrest as loud clangs resounded throughout from the many clashes of mithril blade. A woman with armor perfectly matching her surroundings strolled through the ranks, correcting her trainees as necessary. They took no heed as she hurried out of the room...
An equal distance to the west, a second Tower loomed above a forest that stretched far-off in all directions. A shroud of darkness gave the deception that all was still but for a slight hum and dim glow originating from the uppermost room. The sole living occupant knew otherwise...
On the opposite side of the forest stood not a third Tower but rather an ancient tree of unmatched proportions. While many a chamber and passageway were carved from within, the great tree itself thrived well despite its lack of occupants. The usual vibrant sounds of bird and beast were absent however...
In the northlands stood the fourth and final Tower. Through the transparent crystalline walls the servants subtly observed a white-clad man meditating three feet above the floor. It was obvious to them that all was not well purely from the look on his face...
Much further to the west, far past the Black Tower, a new force was introducing itself to the land of Fyria. Although he could only be sensed by those with the Gift, his presence resounded in their minds as he stepped through the Rift followed by his army of demonic essence...