Adventures of a Nyrian Warrior

Adventures of a Nyrian Warrior

Book one: The Journey

By Waylon Linn-Adams

dedicated to

James Alexa, the writer who was so close.

Maple Leaf Writing Project

Brattleboro, Vermont

Copyright 2014

Avalanche

Esphani was striding through the woods in a dark cloak. His mission: kill George and Faye Rrectulon. His cause: a promise he made with his master Faanoxa. Esphani was approaching the cliff that he prophesied the Rrectulons were to walk by. He was within his sight range of the cliff. He went to the edge and waited for the couple to walk past. The cliff was short and sheer with boulders lodged into the side. It came to a stop, and met a plateau about about the size of a path that ran along the side of the cliff before dropping down into another cliff.

Esphani thought he could use the boulders to kill the Rectulons. As the couple and their baby carriage walked passed -after many hours of waiting- Esphani shot a repelling laser from his wand that caused an avalanche to fall on the Rrectulon couple. The rocks fell like lightning strikes from the sky, with power and haste. Esphani yowled in victory. The couple screamed. There was but a moment to act. The couple combined their powers to cast a spell of telekinesis on their baby carriage and out flew a baby boy. He flew across the vast land of Nyr and, and plopped headfirst into a field totally unharmed.

The baby saw a castle in front of him, clapped his hands and said: “Ca-tul!” a tone of joy and excitement in his voice. He was totally unaware that the place he’d just been taken from had been his parent's death place. And if it wasn’t for the price his parents paid to save him, it would have been the baby’s as well.

Esphani did not see the baby fly away. He was so tired, dazed and dazzled, that he didn’t even stop to look for bodies. Esphani was unaware that the George and Faye Rrectulon were not exterminated entirely. They had a son. A son, who was to be a Nyrian Warrior.

Orvis (his adopted name for his real name only the spirits know) was taken in by a couple that lived on a farm near the castle where he fell. They had recently lost their biological son in a war so someone else to love was exactly what they needed.

One day at the age of seven, Orvis came home screaming, “I turned a frog into a mouse with a stick!” His parents realized Orvis had a connection with the ancient spirits. But the doctrines of their race declared that the ancient spirits were evil. Therefore Orvis was forbidden from using magic.

A Stolen Life

Orvis Rrectulon, or Orvis Farris, as his adoptive parents would suggest, was harvesting wheat on his farm using nothing but a wand he fashioned. Orvis’s parents had forbidden him from using magic, but felt some force compelling him to keep using it.

He had taught himself three spells by muttering gibberish and waving his wand until he found one. After many months of practicing, Orvis was ready to move on to a magic academy. Orvis had heard the academy was located somewhere in Fortempire. Oh, you might be wondering why Orvis can harvest wheat without the proper tool. You see, one of Orvis’s spells is Lesrecolt tnalp, which is spirit language for: “harvest wheat in category plant.”

As Orvis was bending over to pick up some wheat, a flaming arrow shot from a tree, flew into the side of the barn where Orvis’s parents were working. Orvis gaped in shock. In a matter of seconds the barn was engulfed in flames. His parents stumbled out of the barn, only to find the blackness of their deaths consuming them. Orvis looked to the trees. He saw a man in a maroon and violet cloak carrying a bow and a quiver of flaming arrows. The man jumped from his tree to the ground and shot a blast of freezing energy that Orvis deflected -using all his energy- with refrexergie eci, or, in translated terms, “reflect energy in category ice.” The frost bolt then shot back at the cloaked man and he fell to his knees. Orvis- now in a daze of victory, an air of tiredness and yet in a cloud of sadness and despair, because he just witnessed his parents’ deaths- didn’t notice the cloaked man transforming into a humongous troll.

When Orvis saw the troll he thought, the man must have the trollhide disease! When a Nyrian catches the trollhide disease he or she becomes a troll whenever injured or killed and stays like this until becoming too tired to move his or her heavy body, and returns to his mangled, human, state. The troll raised his fists and smashed them down again, making the ground rumble and throw Orvis backwards into a bale of hay in the barn. Then, the roof of the barn flew off and the troll was revealed behind it. Orvis cast the only other spell he knew, inversfect ssenkrad! (reverse effect in category darkness)

The troll, who, if still human, would be dead, did what he would despise most given the circumstances. Due to Orvis’s spell he returned to his human state. Then, a crystal with a message tied to it dropped from the now once again, Cloaked-man’s cloak.

Orvis walked over to pick up the stone, he noticed the stone glowed as he got closer. He touched the stone and his hands got burnt! He fell over in shock and pain. The note -that was surprisingly unburned- fell off the stone. Orvis walked to pick it up and found words that read:

STRICTLY FOR DARK ARMY. IF ANY OTHERS TRY TO CLAIM THIS STONE TURN THEM INTO THE DARK ARMY AT ONCE. DO NOT HAVE THE STONE COME IN CONTACT WITH TABLET OF EDEN OR SEVERE EXPLOSIONS AND DARK ARMY EXTINCTION SPELLS WILL BE RELEASED WITH GREAT FORCE.

Orvis thought the troll-man was definitely evil, but not of the dark army that almost destroyed the world of Nyr so many years ago. Orvis put together the idea that the man was a thief that stole the crystal and didn’t take the message off. Orvis realized that the bow that the thief dropped was not broken and still fully usable. He decided that it would be to good use if he took the bow for his own.

Orvis also realized that if the dark army were chasing the thief, they’d soon be arriving on his farm. Is the Dark army getting stronger?” Orvis decided he should start a journey to the Dark army to destroy them so they can’t re-do what they did so many years ago. Orvis also decided he should leave his farm and evade the Dark army before they arrive. He can take on a troll, a thief, but not an entire platoon of Dark Army warriors. So he dug proper graves for his parents and gathered supplies. He packed eighty-eight pieces of dried Kaakalaff along with an iron canteen and a quiver with infinite arrows. He found four pieces of scrap metal in his forge and strapped them to his leather boots and gloves so they could have more protection. Then he walked back up the hill his farm was settled on to get the steel helmet his father kept in case of emergency.

Orvis sighed with a pang of sorrow looking at the helmet and remembering when his dad first started to teach him about what to do in an emergency situation. Orvis’s dad would always say go to the cabinet to the left of the kitchen door, knock three times and say the code Ouvriretde revesque, or in spirit language, “open and reveal helmet.”

When Orvis gathered enough supplies, he took to the woods. The woods were dark and damp that day and ripened, with a reek of Xapirberry juice in the air. They were hanging in bunches in the bushes and undergrowth. They were white berries with strawberry looking greens and a small appleish shape. They also taste great, but smell of vomit. Orvis did not particularly like Xapirberries due to their smell, but was glad to have them in case all other tolerable food depleted.

Suddenly, ahead of him Orvis heard a faint, “Kakakakakakakakakakaaaaa! Kakakkakakakakaaaa!” He saw the leaves rustle, the ground shake, and all of a sudden, a huge black humanoid with blades and shears on it’s many arms and hunched back appeared in the forest. It’s skull-like face, black, with soot and grime, it’s eyes glowing purple with hatred and unmercifulness were horrifying.

Then, the shock leaving him, Orvis noticed a corpse in the mouth of the creature. No, not a corpse but a half-dead warrior! Orvis wanted to help the warrior, but he knew he couldn’t due to his lack of strength.

Then, with a feat of bravery, Orvis jumped, grabbed hold of the back of the creature and swung himself on. As he did this he heard the creature yowl; “Your death is near Orvis Rectulon! Give up and die now, or die at the hands of the great ruler Faanoxa!”

“Never!” shouted Orvis. Orvis knew he was adopted, but he didn’t know his real name--was Rectulon his real last name? If so, why did this beast know it? Also, who’s Faanoxa?

Orvis realized he couldn’t hold on much longer but then he noticed a health potion in a satchel pocket of the warrior. He jumped down from the beast, grabbed hold of the health potion and threw it at the now nearly dead warrior. The potion shattered and the warrior sprang out of the jaws of the beast.

“Fight me you coward of a beast!” Yowled the warrior.

The beast reared up, pounced, and would have nearly crushed the warrior if it wasn’t for his quick tuck-and-roll. The warrior saw his opportunity, he drew back his sword, and plunged it straight into the heart of the creature. After a series of lub-dub lub-dubs the creatures eyes went pale with death.

Turning to Orvis, the warrior said, in a voice, “Thank ya mate… Orvis, was it?”

Orvis replied, “y-y-yes, yes sir that, that’s my name.” It was the end of his feat of bravery and was feeling shy. “Who was this warrior?” Thought Orvis.

“I’m Sir Barthollemue Triggiast,” said the warrior, as if reading Orvis’s mind. “I came here from Zapher, a small town. Jus’ about ten kilometers to the north it be. I came to defeat that... creature. That I did, with the help of you and me health potion.”

Together they walked, and as they did Orvis told him about his adoption, his parent's death, the Dark army, the crystal thief and many more stories.

“Sounds like you need comrades to face the Dark army, Orvis,” suggested Barthollemue.

“I guess so,” replied Orvis.

“Well, Zapher’s up ahead, perhaps we could pick up comrades there, said Barthollemue. Of course, I’ll be joining ya as well.”

The Journey’s Start

“Really? replied Orvis, a look of shock, joy and satisfaction flooded him.” “Of course young’n!”, replied Barthollemue. Did you think i’d help ya and be on me merry way? If ya did, you ain’t no nut’n ‘bout anything really. But I know yer’ ain’t dumb ‘cuz’ ya wouldn’t of seen me health potion then!”

Barthollemue seemed very funny. However, Orvis sensed a mist of sorrow in him.

Orvis could now see a water tower, clock tower and other tall buildings above the tree line.

He wondered why there were no birds, at all. “dragons can scare away birds, I wonder if there are dragons here?, he thought.

Orvis’s mother would read him stories when he was little. The stories involved all kinds of magical creatures such as Fairies, Gryffyns and some times even Dwarves. But what Orvis liked the most, were the dragon stories.”

Orvis wondered why the dragons were almost always evil in stories. “Fire and air are the most destructive and powerful elements, and dragons are both fire and air related. Could this be the reason?”

Then Orvis saw one. It was huge and purple with yellow and green scales speckled in various places. Orvis also noticed a determined and brave rider on the back of the dragon. “Look!” said Barthollemue. “There goes a dragon rider and his dragon! I bet yer’ a rooster an’ two’o’its eggs that it’s Haerild. A friend of mine he is! Perhaps me, him and yer’ could go to the tavern later, yes? I’ll have me a pint of cider, you and Haerild with teas. What’d’ya say?”

“That sounds great, I guess.” replied Orvis.

“Yer’ guess?” questioned Barthollemue. “Well either ya do, or ya don’t.”

“Yes, I mean, I want to go” replied Orvis.

“There ya go, mate! I knew you’d find yer senses!”, said Barthollemue.

“So Barthollemue, what do you do when you’re not killing beasts?”

“One, Yer can call meh Bart, an’ two, I’m killin’ more beasts! Yeh see, I’m a warrior for hire,” replied Bart.

Haerild landed his magnificent dragon and dismounted. “Ah, Haerild! Where’ve ya been?”

“Ridin’ me dragon most of the time I reckon.”

“It’s good to see ya mate,” said Bart

“Good to see ya too,” replied Haerild.

The three friends walked for quite some time, passing ponds, fields and farms. As they walked, Orvis told everything he told to Bart, to Haerild. After one hour of walking,they finally reached Zapher.

“So Orvis, why did ya’ come wid’ Bart ta’ Zapher, why not go somewhere on yer own?” said Haerild.

“Well, I suppose it’s because after my parents died, I didn’t know what to do. Bart got me to shelter here in Zapher,” said Orvis. “So I decided that Bart might be able to also help me the evade -and maybe one day- destroy the Dark army. I also think Zapher sounds like a nice town, but I guess it’s really just the first stop along the way.”

“Ya know you don’t really talk right, don’t ya?” said Haerild.

I don’t talk right? thought Orvis.

Orvis and his friends found a tavern, where Bart got a hard cider and Orvis and Haerild got Gryffyn feather tea. Gryffyn feather tea is a delicacy among Nyr made of mint, parsley, thyme and Gryffyn powder which is a golden, edible dust.

“Orvis,” said Bart. “Let me tell you about an adventure me and Haerild once had. It was a cloudy and gloomy night. Fire bats screeched, and Kaakaalafs cackled. Zapher and another village had many quarrels these past few months and a battle was much expected that very night. Me and Haerild were stationed on the outer border of the forest and were supposed to fly back on Haerild’s dragon if we saw any commotion and report it to the mayor. Then, out of the blue, a huge fleet of dragon riders swarmed over the field and into the town. Me and Haerild fought like Ishiokus that night. Me with my warhammer, and Haerild with his bow.

Many warriors died that night. Me, Haerild and a few more defenders were the only survivors.”

“Wow,” said Orvis. “Intense.”

Just then, the roof caved in and warriors with pale skin and black and red armor dropped down.

“Here, newcomer!” said the bartender.

Orvis looked at the bartender quickly, and saw him throwing him a sword. Orvis caught the sword and turned to face the intruders. Then it hit him. The intruders were Dark army warriors that followed him!

Orvis rushed ahead, and tried to stab a warrior, only to be countered by the warrior and his battleaxe.

“Orvis! Counter his next attack and then use that time to strike him!” Shouted Bart.

Orvis followed Bart’s advice and he stabbed the warrior square in the chest. The warrior then died, fell to the ground, and vanished. Orvis was amazed that the Dark army soldier just disappeared, but then he remembered that that’s what they do after they die. He also felt bad he killed someone, but then he remembered Dark army warriors are actually dead Sky elves and Svartalfar that had been given new, evil souls so that they can live again. Orvis then realized that the sword wasn’t his only weapon, he wielded the unshatterable force of magic and a bow. He then uttered the words “refrexergie ssenkrad!” Or, reflect energy in category darkness.

Then all of the warriors’s armor suddenly turned to pure light and started to burn the skin of the warriors.

Orvis, Bart and Haerild then rushed out of the building only to find out that their beloved town of Zapher, was being burnt to the ground.

Bart -now in a fury of rage- took his swords and charged at the enemy, fighting like he was the best of the best. Orvis and Haerild on the other hand fought well, but not with as much intensity as Bart.

Orvis took out his bow and shot an arrow that whizzed by many warriors, leaving them startled.

Orvis heard Haerild click his tongue, wait, then saw Haerild’s dragon glide over the battle, Iron armor on his back and wings. Haerild rushed over, hopped on his dragon, said “Yeeeeee-uppa!” and then took to the sky, shooting fire and lightning bolts at the enemies.

Orvis noticed that a dark gray powder appeared on the ground after a warrior was killed. Then the powder rushed to the town square, making pile upon pile of the powder. Eventually the powder formed a large cloud, swirling and swirling. The dust proceeded to form into a humanoid figure. Orvis knew he had seen that figure before but couldn’t remember when or where. Then the shroud of powder flew in all different directions and revealed behind it was a man in a dark cloak with a familiar looking face.

“I have failed to kill you once Orvis, said the man. “I shall not fail again!”

Fight

The man rushed up and knocked a Zapherian warrior with a wand and the words “repoussernemis lla!”, sending the warrior flying into a building. After that, the man narrowed its eyes on Orvis. Then he aimed his wand at Orvis and said “Bouloreve lla!” and he shot a bolt of energy at him.

-After his blast- Orvis felt a powerful energy engulf him. It felt how your skin feels when you get into the cold water on the first day of summer. He rose into the air and shot a bolt of fire and lightning at the man before plummeting back to earth; all of his energy drained.

“What just happened? thought Orvis. Whatever happened, it was right on time.”

Orvis had blacked out after his energy surge and woke up in an infirmary feeling uneasy. Bart was soon at his side along Haerild.

“What happened” asked Orvis.

After the battle, Orvis and his companions celebrated by going to the tavern that had luckily not been destroyed.

“What should we do now Orvis?” asked Haerild

“I suppose we should proceed to the kingdom of the Dark army” replied Orvis.

“Fighting will be hard with just three of you.” said some Sky elf that had just come to the table.”

He is a strong hefty elf with blue eyes.

“There is no doubt there is nothing stopping us from conquering the Dark army!” said Orvis.

He was right.

The End?

In The Dark

In the dark of the night a silhouette of a Dark army warrior emerged from the wreckage outside the tavern.

The End