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  THE TALES OF NEVAEH

  The Complete Trilogy

  and Backstory of the

  Epic Sci-Fi and Fantasy Series

  DAVID WIND

  MAP OF NEVAEH

  CONTENTS

  Map of Nevaeh

  Born To Magic

  Prelude To Nevaeh

  The Dark Masters

  Trinity

  Glossary

  About the Author

  The Tales Of Nevaeh

  Volume I

  Born To Magic

  By

  David Wind

  This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, places or incidents are coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Copyright © 2015 by David Wind. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact David Wind.

  ISBN-10: 0990003531

  ISBN: 978-0-9900035-3-3

  Edited by Terese Ramin

  Cover by Erin Dameron Hill

  Map by Jamie Noble

  First Edition February 2015

  Second Edition, November, 2015

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  I would like to thank everyone who has helped me on this journey into the future. To Bonnie Wind for all her support and love, to my fabulous Beta readers who gave me the feedback necessary to make this story special—Terry Vanlandingham, Sandra Kitt, C.B. Pratt, Lia Verge Higgins, Vivienne Mathews, Christian Bunyan, Makiela Vasquez, Amanda Rabinowitz Tibbets, Brenda Hiatt, Kyra Betheil, Joe Manber, and a special thank you to Effrosyni Moschoudi for her invaluable insights. To Lou Aronica for his advice, to Terese Ramin, my editor.

  This book is dedicated to

  Sawyer Micah

  A special person who holds the future in his hands

  &

  In memory of two very special women of power who had faith in me:

  Katherine (Kate) Duffy (1953-2009)

  Andre Norton (1912-2005)

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  ‘It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves’

  —William Shakespeare

  ‘Change is the law of life. And those who look only

  to the past or present are certain to miss the future’

  —John F. Kennedy

  CHAPTER 1

  Nevaeh: the Fifth Millennium

  5267

  DESPITE THE HEAT of the summer sun, the deep forest was cool. From a distance, the crackle of a branch stepped upon by a large animal drifted to her. The breeze rustling through the tree leaves cooled the sweat beading young Areenna’s brows. She was on the last day of the traditional cleansing period before her fourteenth birthday. She had spent the time wandering the forests, adjusting to the changes within her body and her mind—changes that had begun weeks before with her first flow of blood, and had increased a hundredfold in the past days.

  Her mother had explained—not for the first time—how the final five days leading to her return home would be among the most important days of her life. During these days, she would find her aoutem, her object of guidance. For some it was a bird, for others an animal. Her mother’s aoutem was a gorlon, a four-legged huntress of incredible strength. “Remember,” Her mother had said in parting, “be vigilant, always, for you do not choose an aoutem, it chooses you.”

  There would also be changes in her body, her mother had warned. In their maternal line, it would most likely be a darkening of her skin from its almond shade to a deeper pale brown hue. Conversely, her mother had added, there could also be a lightening of her dark blonde hair.

  In the branches high above her, she sensed something watching. Looking up, she spotted an unusually large treygone guarding its nest. The silver feathered male bird, lethal to any animal unfortunate enough to weigh less than its own twenty pounds, stood guard over two hatchlings.

  Areenna sensed the treygone knew she posed no threat, yet it watched her closely.

  Areenna smiled at it and started forward. The lands she was upon belonged to her family. Few people came to this area, which bordered the outlands of the Blue Desert, a place where hideaways and outcasts lived. The people who inhabited the desert were not those one wanted to meet—thieves, murderers, runaways and other criminals were the mainstay of the Blue Desert’s population—yet her father had made a truce with them years before. It was a strange truce, but one which still held.

  Before Areenna could take her second step, a shock tore through her head. She stumbled and fell to her knees. She clutched at her head, fighting off the lance of pain that burned into her. A scream built in her throat, but died, unable to pass her lips while she stared helplessly at the giant treygone falling from its high perch to the forest floor.

  A bolt had pierced its body and driven into one of the two hatchlings. How is this possible? Hunting was not permitted on this portion of the lands. Not a hunter…a poacher.

  From above and behind came a scream unlike any she had ever heard. She looked up at the sapphire sky from where the sound had come. Between two tall trees, a magnificent cinnamon and black female treygone appeared, its triangular head pointed at a spot twenty paces from where Areenna knelt. It was the mate of the treygone just killed, the mother of the hatchlings, and the hunter of the family, and its rage tore through her mind like a brand.

  Turning in the direction the bird arrowed, she spotted the poacher sitting in the joint of two large branches, his crossbow already set with a new bolt. He was looking up at the charging treygone, its wingspan nearly blocking the sun. In that instant, Areenna acted without thought.

  Raising her hands toward the hunter, she allowed her pain at the male’s death to create a storm within her. An explosion of heat spread through her and her hand glowed white. As she was about free the weapon her mother had trained her to use, a command within her mind stopped her.

  The sensation lasted but an instant, yet it was time enough for the hunter to release his bolt, and for the bird to strike the hunter. A second blast of pain tore through Areenna’s heart and head when the two met. The hunter shrieked as the bird hit him and buried its talons into the unarmored flesh of his face. Locked together, they fell the thirty feet to the ground.

  They lay still at the base of the tree. Areenna saw from the angle of the poacher’s neck that it had been broken in the fall. The treygone’s breast had been pierced by the bolt. Its gasps for breath were forced.

  Areenna fought to rid her mind of the pain she knew was coming from the huge bird. She staggered over to them and scooped the treygone to her. Despite its weight, she held it gently, looking to see if there was a way to remove the bolt and save its life.

  While she struggled to find a way to save it, the treygone looked at her. Its eyes, black circles buried within cinnamon feathers, stared up at her. Again, something tugged inside her mind, and she knew it was the treygone.

  She was not surprised by this, even though it had never happened to her before. For years, she had listened to the stories of people who had become
paired with treygones. Then she remembered her mother’s parting words to be watchful when she had started this becoming walk.

  Sadness for the treygone weighed heavily on her. The bird had prevented her from using her powers to stop the hunter from shooting it, but she knew why. Treygones mated for life. When one mate died, the other found a means to follow its mate. Today was no different.

  But the hatchling…what about the baby?

  The answer came as a gentle tug in her mind, not the forceful scream of moments before. She shook her head, trying to understand how this was happening when the bird’s chest gave a final rise and fall, its large head falling backward.

  Areenna walked to a small clearing where she scooped out a grave and placed the mother within. She returned for the male and the hatchling, brought them to the open grave, and laid them next to the female. She filled the grave with loose earth and used a star shaped stone she’d uncovered in her digging to mark the grave. When she finished, she climbed the tree to the nest.

  Carefully scooping up the remaining hatchling, she cradled it to her chest and returned to the ground. She held the cinnamon, black and silver hatchling against her for warmth and started homeward, leaving the poacher to his reward…dinner for the scavengers.

  Why was this happening on the day before her fourteenth birthday? Areenna wondered while she hummed a soothing melody to the hatchling.

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  5271

  “There is no choice.” Cupping the sides of his head, the High King of Nevaeh held himself as if trying to ease a headache of astonishing proportions.

  “There is always a choice.” The High Queens’s voice was as soothing as was the hand stroking his back. While smaller than most men of Nevaeh, the King was broad across the chest and shoulders, narrow at the hips with powerful legs and arms. Yet none would have pictured him a king for his size combined with the delivery of his words served to make him appear slow-witted. He, however, was far from slow-witted. He considered every word he spoke carefully before allowing it to pass his lips.

  His special combination of strength and intelligence had allowed him to defeat the sorceresses controlled and led by the Masters of the Circle of Afzal—the leaders of the shadowy empire across the sea. These witches had held Nevaeh in virtual slavery, using the fighting between the ten dominions to keep their Dark Masters’ strength high—for they fed not upon earthly food, but by keeping the rulers of Nevaeh at each other’s throats, living and growing in the power created by the dark energies born from the fighting.

  By defeating the Afzaleem, he became the first person to unite the dominions of Nevaeh under a single rule while at the same time denying the Circle their Nevaen puppets.

  The king lifted his head to look into the gray eyes of his mate. “There is no choice,” he repeated. “We must keep the trust and willingness of all rulers to allow themselves and their families to be led rather than forced.”

  “There are still those who resist what we do to help them,” she said.

  “No, it is because those few have no faith in me,” he whispered. While his words were simple, they were true.

  “Perhaps…Yet I know there will be one who comes to your aid, when the time is right,” she whispered. “I have foreseen it in my dreams, My Lord. You have changed much since you became high king and you ask the people to do the same. And remember, what follows this change is what you seek to guide, not the change itself. The rest will take more time than you and I have, which is why you must wait for the right person.”

  “How long is the wait? We both know the situation grows dire. The lords of the ten will start feuding again as the remnants of the Circle try to rise. The Afzaleem are all but dead. But we know the Circle will find new vassals to fill with darkness…if they have not done so already. Soon there will begin fighting. The people will be easily swayed should the dark power find a way to regain a foothold…and such can only happen when dominion fights dominion. They almost won, and they will try again—they will never stop. How long must the wait be?” he repeated, not seeking an answer but putting forth the question to the very air itself. “Days? Weeks? Years?”

  In from the window floated the voice of their sixteen year old son, Mikaal, as he trained for combat in the courtyard below. “This person will come. It will not be…overly long, my husband, my…Lord. It will happen—perhaps not in the way you think it should, but it will come about the way it must.”

  CHAPTER 2

  5273

  “Areenna.”

  When her father entered the chamber, Areenna smiled while at the same time noticing how tired he appeared. So much had happened in so short a time it had aged him prematurely. Though only in his forty-fifth year, his hair, which had been jet black, was now pure silver and contrasted sharply with his dark skin. His eyes and face had barely changed in the eighteen years since her birth, except perhaps for the increased paths of lines radiating from his eyes, yet the pain trapped behind those forest green eyes was so powerful she could feel it.

  “Father?”

  “A messenger from Tolemac has arrived.” He went to the large window to look out at the lands spread before him. He turned back. “The High King has called for a council.”

  Areenna was puzzled by her father’s concern. “This is not unusual. Why are you troubled?”

  His features were thoughtful. “There have been rumors of fighting between the dominions.”

  “This can’t be.” Her eyes darted over his face, trying to read what had not been spoken.

  “Hence the King’s call for council.”

  “How long will you be gone?” Since her mother’s death, two years before, Areenna had acted as queen in her father’s absence.

  “No, Areenna, it is time. You come as well.”

  “Father…”

  He stopped her with a single look. “You are eighteen. Old enough to counsel me in state matters, as your mother would do had she lived.”

  She shook her head. “I’m not ready.”

  “What your mother taught you in the two years since you returned from the school would take anyone else a decade to learn. We leave in the morning. Going to Tolemac will give us an opportunity to put the rumors to rest and to learn for ourselves what is happening.”

  His eyes softened. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “See to the packing and make certain everything is arranged for our departure tomorrow. Oh, the messenger will be joining us for the evening meal.”

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  The formal eating hall was filled with sound. Four musicians played string instruments at the far end of the dining hall. Today, the oval table was set for three, although it could accommodate many more. Areenna’s father, King Nosaj II sat at the head of the table, his chair slightly elevated. Areenna sat on her father’s right, signifying she was the right hand of the King—the King’s highest advisor.

  To the King’s left sat Duke Yermon of Llawnroc, messenger of the high king. The duke was the twin brother of Olrac, King of Llawnroc—Yermon was the younger twin, born two minutes behind Olrac. Areenna had met him and his daughter when her father had delivered her to the School of the Lords, upon her eleventh birthday.

  The King of Llawnroc was childless and so the King’s niece, Nylle, daughter of Duke Yermon, would be the successor to Llawnroc’s throne.

  “You have grown into an enchanting woman, Princess,” the duke said.

  “Thank you, Duke Yermon. And your daughter, Nylle, how does she fare?”

  Glowing with pride he said, “She is well, Princess Areenna. She is betrothed to the King’s second son, Theron of Lokinhold.”

  “That will be a good match, Duke Yermon. They were good friends at the school. From what I remember, Theron will make a good Father Guardian for Llawnroc and a good mate for Nylle.”

  “It is our greatest hope,” he said. Although he smiled, his eyes reflected something else.

  “You are troubled,” Areenna’s father said. He motioned to Areenna and himself. “Can I…
can we be of help?”

  “You are as kind and as perceptive as ever, Highness,” the duke said, careful to use the proper title. The title of My Lord was used only toward two kings, the High King, and the King of a person’s ‘dom’. The other kings were either Highness, or Sire. “But fear not, all is well.”

  “Is there a reason for the high king’s call to council? There have been rumors of raids upon the northern kingdoms,” King Nosaj asked.

  “I have heard the same. I have no answer for the high king’s convening of the council.”

  “Unusual,” Nosaj said thoughtfully.

  “These are unusual times,” the duke admitted.

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  A few hours later Areenna stood on the parapet of the north tower, three stories above her bedroom. Stars filled the sky and the air was quiet. Her eyes were closed, yet she was able to see everything—the trees below, the animals foraging within them, and those few people who were still awake. She saw two lovers fall into each other’s arms beneath a sprawling old gazebow tree outside the castle’s south wall and wondered if such would ever happen to her.

  She also thought about the duke’s daughter and wondered if she, too, would be so lucky as to find a noble son of the ten dominions to become her husband and, when she became the Queen, Father-Guardian to the future heir of Freemorn. Or even if she’d find any man to be her mate? Sadly, yet without rancor, and barely past her eighteenth birthday, Areenna knew well that the sons of the kings and brother-regents of the other domains wanted women they could mold to reign as Queen over their own lands. None of them would serve beneath a Queen who already ruled her own lands, even though it was only to a small degree. And Freemorn’s men of title could not court her because she was their princess, the future mother of their next king, and as such was inviolate by law and untouchable to them.