Eighteen year old Leila, who lives as a serf on
King Goldwin’s manor, finds her world turned upside down when
she begins having visions of angels.
The angel Shasia, known to mortals as the Queen of the
Light Fairies, appears to the young woman with a simple
message. “You are the Specter.”
Could this be?
Against the advice of the village council and
the will of the King himself, Leila sets out on a trek
across the Varsian Kingdom with little more than her
parents’ blessing and the grace of an angel.
Join this young heroine as she discovers just how much
it costs to become the “Chosen Hero” of her generation!
Targeted Age Group:: Young Adult
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
As a child I always loved writing. Growing up in a small rural town there was very little to do, so I spent my time weaving my own stories and adventures. One day I made the decision that if I was going to spend so much time writing, I wanted to share that writing with the world. I decided to create my own world to share with everyone. The Varsian Kingdom was born out of 12 years of work, and I am proud to now present a 4 books series and a prequel!
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Many of my characters were simply fabrications of my imagination that I wished I knew (or could be) in real life. Something beyond that which reality had to offer me. These desires spilled over into my writing and formed into characters who lived out the adventures I longed to experience.
Prologue: Birth of a Hero
The haunting screams of a painful childbirth dwindled as the joyful sound of an infant's cry filled the air. Aldred cradled the newborn child in his arms, a twinkle in his eye. "It's a girl." He handed the little one to her mother, his wife, Penda.
Penda sighed heavily and scooted up in her bed. "She's beautiful!" she exclaimed in a weary voice. The young child had wisps of red hair, just like her mother's. Her skin was a dark tanned color, just like her father's. Her eyes were her own. Unlike her mother's ice blue eyes or her father's deep brown, this new life had vibrant green eyes that stared out at the world with wide amazement.
In Varsia it was a custom for the parents to give their child a birth name. This name, however, would be unknown to anyone other than the parents and the child. If anyone were to discover the birth name, they could also discover that individual’s greatest weakness, so a second name was given with which the world would come to know the child by.
“Her name is Talia,” Aldred spoke. His wife nodded in agreement and smiled up at him. Both parents quickly turned their eyes back to their new child.
The happy couple looked into their daughter's bright eyes, at a loss for words. Their gaze seemed to be lost in hours of wonder and silence. "Leila," Penda finally spoke, breaking that silence. "The world will know her as Leila."
Aldred looked over to his wife. "After the queen of old?"
Penda nodded. "King Damon and Queen Leila… the greatest rulers in the history of Sanhadree." The proud young woman smiled at her child and held the babe close to her chest.
"Ah, how I wish we could have lived back in those days," Aldred mused.
Penda chuckled. "You always did dream of times long past."
Aldred gave his own chuckle as he stroked his daughter's cheek. "I don't know why," he admitted. "I've always felt this strange connection to the kings of old." He looked out their bedroom door to a display that hung above the fireplace in the next room. A map of the Varsian Kingdom was tacked to the wall, below it hung a small wooden shield, and above was a short sword of simple design. "I suppose it's time to take those down."
Penda reached over and put a hand on Aldred's arm. "Leave them."
Aldred shook his head. "Since King Rowen's death last week, and his son refusing to take the throne… Sir Goldwin has taken charge and has announced that no serfs are allowed to have weapons." Aldred explained. "Besides… with a child to take care of, it's time I stop dreaming."
Penda smiled softly and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. Aldred stood to his feet and walked out of the room. "I am sure that both of you could use some sleep, so I will let you two rest. If you need anything, call. I will be in to check on you shortly." He closed the door behind him and moved over to the display above the fire.
Aldred gazed at the items for a long moment. Then, taking them down, he grabbed an old coat that hung on the wall. He wrapped the sword, shield, and map inside the coat, and headed towards the door. Something tugged at his heart, though, as his hand rested on the door handle. As if the kings of old called to him through these heirlooms. A moment of hesitation was all he needed to convince himself.
Aldred glanced back at the bedroom and then looked around the house. He moved over to the fireplace and climbed up on top of the mantel. With a grunt, he hoisted himself up into the rafters, placed the items out of sight, and clambered back down to the floor. He glanced over at the bedroom door once more, then adjusted his shirt and brushed off some dust.
Just as Aldred was preparing to head outside and get to work, he noticed a flash of light come from the bedroom. Alarmed by the unusual sight, he hurried over and peeked in the door. To his surprise his wife and daughter were sound asleep. Satisfied all was well, he scanned the room one last time and shrugged it off. Just as he turned to leave, however, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
It looked as though his daughter's skin shimmered with a sparkling white light that fell like fine dust. Aldred moved closer, but the sparkle was gone. Finally he shook his head and went on with his work. "It must be a lack of sleep," he suggested to himself. He had been up all night with his laboring wife.
Aldred stepped out the front door and headed over to the small field that his family owned, or at least used to own until the king's best knight, Goldwin, took over. Since that time there had been a lot of changes on the manor. Aldred sighed, looking out over the land. Goldwin had decreed that he now owned all property and people of Sanhadree. The serfs were not but slaves, there to work his land for him. With a shrug and a silent
lament Aldred grabbed his tools and commenced to working. This mundane life would be the entirety of his existence for a long many years to come.
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