The Battle For Vale
By Erin D. Andrews
After the long, fiery war had raged and King Osiris of Avalon took the seven realms, the once rich green lands now sat as nothing more than ash and cinder. Osiris and his commander, Holland, have reached a precipice where they must decide to chase their thirst for revenge, or stay sitting in the fires of the Cinder Territories. Princess Leonetta, once the future Queen of Avalon, has fled, leaving Osiris and her love behind in search of the great Kingdom of the Vale.
The fae, Leonetta’s heritage, are a peaceful and serene species and sit under the rule of the great King Anthurium, his wife Queen Seville, and their beautiful daughter, Asphodul. As the seas begin to drift the remnants of a bloody war to the Vale’s shores and the storms push across the magical realms in the east, the war begins to churn.
Will Osiris’ anger drive the fae from their beautiful lands and leave Leonetta in the hands of the gods, or will magic prevail?”
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“The crashing sound of a whip against the skin echoed through the garden of Avalon. King Osiris, in his constant anger over the treasonous betrayal of his daughter, plucked his people from the streets one at a time and questioned them about her whereabouts. He was sure she had been the one who took the people from the outlying realms before the attacks and therefore assumed those left behind knew something. However, whether due to their loyalty to the princess or their lack of real intel, one by one they fell to the punishment of the Whip.
Holland stood out on the balcony of the throne room, tired of watching the bloody mist fly from the backs of innocent people. He didn’t seem to care anymore for the favor of the king, but he knew if he turned his back now he was as good as dead. With Leonetta flying off, taking most of the kingdom with her, a dark cloud had fallen over the Cinder Territories, even darker than the wars. The king had just returned from the ports where he discovered that the ships were left tied to the docks, holes punched into the bottoms of them. By the time the army had gotten there, all that was left was half sunken ships and burning tinder.”
“Leonetta ran her hands over the cold stone arms of the throne. Her thoughts lingered on her father’s memorial just hours before. It was the first fae funeral she had ever attended, and it was much different than those in Avalon. The fae body, when ready, didn’t get lowered into a darkened pit and covered with dirt. Instead, a chanting commenced and the body dissolved, the king’s magic flowing outward and into the sky. The area where the physical body was left in dust lit up in vibrant colors on its own. The fae in attendance then began singing melodies in the old fae language. The chorus of voices floated down the walls and into the streets of Athanasia where the people of Vale stood with lit candles. As the melody pierced their ears, they began to sing as well until the choir of the Vale could surely be heard across the realms.”
“Even in the bright morning sun, the wisps of magical spells could be seen across the gorge in a field laid for training. Queen Seville emerged from her chambers and stepped out on the balcony, stretching her eyes high into the air. Her days of mourning were over, and she would spend the morning being briefed on the events that occurred while she was away. Then, as the sun begins its decent toward the horizon, the Mourning Gala would commence. Though her heart was not complete, Seville was looking forward to laughter and music, something her king had always loved.
Seville turned and entered back into her room and stood, watching the workers open drapes, extinguish insense, and allow life back into her world. The door to the castle was open, and Seville looked up at the Faith standing in the chamber opening. He bowed deeply and reached his hand out to her. A warm feeling filled her, knowing she was no longer alone in her solace and could see the bright faces of her daughters.”
Born in Los Angeles, but now a native of beautiful New York, I love spending her days writing in Central Park. Growing up, I was always a fan of paranormal and fantasy books. From dragon shifters to fae, I was obsessed with creating detailed and expansive worlds.
Having spent my entire career as a chief editor for a popular fashion magazine, I finally mustered up the courage to start publishing my own books. I hope to use my words to suck you out of reality and take you on magical journeys!