The fate of two worlds rests on the shoulders of a few unsuspecting souls.
Inner Earth, Agartha, a land where the color of your Aura defines you, losing the entire population of green aura people to the war left a visible void.
Ethan, a fourteen-year-old young man, discovers he has a green aura, the last of an extinct race. He leaves the school of Nafoura in search of the truth about the fate of the greens, and to find a home to call his own.
Joined by a girl from our earth, and an exiled shapeshifter, Ethan must race to the Chronicler of Agartha in search of answers.
But Ethan has a mark on his head by the very woman who decimated his people, doggedly chasing after him for nefarious reasons of her own.
Ethan must walk a thin line to get his answers, inadvertently stepping into the web of a prophecy he knows nothing about, one which may lead to salvation, or to a promise of doom for his and our world.
If you liked His Dark Materials, The inheritance Cycle, Mistborn, and The Dark is Rising, you will love The Chronicles of Agartha.
Targeted Age Group:: 13+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The idea started as an interest of my co-author Isaac Michaan, and he evolved a world around the idea of inner earth or hollow earth.
Then we met online and we bounced the idea to form the word and series, and from that, we started the first book, which now available on Amazon
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Ethan, the green boy, was someone you dreamt of, someone about to be born, and I guess that Isaac and I brought him to life.
Then came Mara, who was there all the time, just needed someone to call her back from the folds of history.
Darren was not formed so we had to create him from our own souls, this is why he is a poet.
The alarm lights and the whistle, clicked in Ethan's mind, the danger was near, so he pulled his bow and an arrow, knocked the arrow to the bow, and crouched to the direction of his immediate north.
His fingers held tight to the bow, light on the arrow, and he breathed in and out as rhythmically as he could, waiting for the inevitable arrival of what he assumed was a beast, a predator of some sort.
His wait was not long. As he counted his fortieth breath out, the branches of the trees parted violently, and a big cat came bounding his way, he released the arrow without a moment of thought, hitting the great beast right between the eyes.
As he stood to check his prize, he noticed something was emitting a whistle in his backpack. He knew this must be the alarm system, and something was still coming his way.
He fell to the ground as fast as he could when he realized the danger had not passed him yet. Quickly drawing two arrows, one regular and another with the magical red tip, he once again started to count the breaths after knocking both arrows to the bow —a technique he learned from Miss Julia, to use when in doubt of the incoming target.
Sure enough, almost as swift as the tiger before it, the enormous head of a land-bound wyvern crashed into his sight. Ethan released the arrows immediately, hitting the great creature in both its eyes at once, the red-tipped arrow seemed to burrow deeper into its skull.
Of course, this didn’t counter the momentum of the great beast, but at least it forced it to tilt its head sideways as it crashed into Ethan, instead of being crushed in its maw, which was a blessing.
Ethan was thrown off the spot he had crouched in by some ten meters. Dazed and bruised, he knocked another red-tipped arrow as he ascended erratically to his feet. The monstrous creature screeched its distinct screeching roar at the world in pain, as it now had both eyes blinded by Ethan’s arrows.
Ethan forced his breathing to return to the rhythmic manner he had before the crash. He knew the non-magically treated arrow would soon fall off, and the beast will partially regain its sight, a conundrum Ethan decided to avoid. So, he aimed his second arrow at the beast, which was flailing around, biting at tree trunks and destroying the surrounding scenery, yet slowly advancing in the general direction of Ethan as the non-magical arrow started to be pushed out of its eyeball, bit by bit.
Then Ethan released the arrow, aiming and predicting the way the beast would move its massive head from watching it, analyzing its movement during the entire half a minute the whole encounter took. And the arrow hit the second eye perfectly. The beast screamed in rage and agony as both arrows doubled the burrowing speed into its skull as if they were taking power from each other to give higher magical damage.
The beast stopped flailing and ran maw open at the exact location of Ethan, who dropped, rolled to the side three times to get out of the way of the huge predator. Not five meters from where he originally stood, the beast suddenly fell over on its head, toppling its entire body behind in the process. It was dead or at least dying.
Ethan’s heartbeats climbed suddenly to an improbable speed, and for a moment, he felt as if his chest would explode, but then something strange happened, he felt as if for a moment, all his senses were heightened to inhuman limits and he could smell every mote of dust in the air, he could taste the sweet nectar to peaches growing a few hundred meters from where he stood, and he could hear the heartbeats of all the creatures of the forest as an entire concert of drums beating their hidden music to a few, select audiences, from the other worlds.
Then his heartbeats started to slow down. He was surprised to realize he stopped breathing altogether, and his first gulp of air hurt his lungs as it would a newborn baby, then all the superior senses, which were his for a moment, were gone.
Ethan sat on the ground to assess his situation, especially after the exhilarating experience he just went through. He had some cuts on his torso, where the wyvern hit him the first time, and an assortment of bruises and snags from his rolling maneuver to avoid being swallowed by the great beast. All in all, he couldn’t believe his luck, in fact, this was not even remotely possible to have happened, wyverns were infamous for being very hard to kill, two magical arrows could have slowed it down for sure, but not kill it.
He stood up all of a sudden, the beast might still be alive after all. He drew out his long knife and approached the immense body of the great beast cautiously, he couldn’t be sure what state was his fallen enemy really in, but he was now less confident the beast was actually dead, it was too easy.
Ethan did the unthinkable, he crawled to the huge belly of the beast, and placed his ear on it, trying to feel the breathing or hear the heartbeat. After a few minutes, he decided maybe the armor of the body was too much for him to be able to hear the beast’s heart, so he stood and started to walk on very light feet to the head of the beast. There, he was certain he would definitely be able to feel the breath of the wyvern if it still had any.
To his relief, he couldn’t sense any air movement from the nostrils nor the mouth of the beast, for all intents and purposes, the beast was actually dead.
He decided for one last test, as he knew that the claws of the beast made excellent weapons on their own, and if you managed to break them, would make the best magic-tipped arrows anybody could have, he started to chop with his knife at the foot of the beast, trying to dislodge the claw from its retractable pocket, and the beast didn’t react, proving it was in fact, dead.
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