The Chronicles of Tralia - Book One

Anita Blakeman-Mills

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Kathryn, a young successor to the power of light, comes home to Centra to take up her rightful place as the next sorceress of the Five Crowns, only to find five Tralian princes missing. One of them is her own brother, Kerwyn. Kathryn''s journey to her new home is far from easy as she is chased by bandits for most of the way, but on the way back she is given the magic book of the previous sorcerers of Tralia and through it, Kathryn finds a way home by using one of the seven magic portals, which are hidden around Tralia. As she travels around Tralia, she must find the power within herself and stop the dark from spreading over the land. In the Southern Mountains, Kathryn must face a half elf, Medrith, a sorcerer of the dark, who wants to rule Tralia and has a fate worse than death in store for her, her family, and her friends. Therefore, the Five Crowns have to band together to help Kathryn fight to protect the Tralians from annihilation. But can she--as the dark has now a new weapon.

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fantasy

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
• Date de parution: 28 août 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528955645
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 3 Mo

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The Chronicles of Tralia - Book One
The Sorceress of the Five Crowns
Anita Blakeman-Mills
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-08-28
The Chronicles of Tralia - Book One About the Author Dedications Copyright Information © Acknowledgements BOOK ONE The Sorceress of the Five Crowns Chapter One Going Home Chapter Two Centra Castle Chapter Three South of Centra Chapter Four The Green Light Chapter Five The Sword Chapter Six The Chalice Chapter Seven The Crown Chapter Eight The White Tower Chapter Nine The Somerland Plains Chapter Ten A Battle of Wills BOOK TWO The Sorcerer’s Daughter BOOK THREE The Death of the Ambassador
About the Author
Anita started writing back in the early 1990s when she was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and her first novels have taken over twenty years to write. She loves writing and hopes it continues long into the future with plenty more adventures for her characters. She says, “Fibromyalgia does not hold me back; if I can, I will.”
Anita lives in Nottingham, Great Britain, and enjoys visiting new places, meeting new people and visiting family. At sixty-three, she feels that her life has never been more fulfilling as it is now.
Dedications
To my family for their patience in listening to me as I read out the next chapter.
Copyright Information ©
Anita Blakeman-Mills (2020)
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Acknowledgements
To my sister, Paula, for always being there. To my daughter, Diane, for all her hard work over the past years including her help and companionship.

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The Map of Tralia
BOOK ONE

The Sorceress of the Five Crowns
Tralia 510. The beginning.
Kathryn, a young successor to the power of light, comes home to Centra to take up her rightful place as the next Sorceress of Tralia, only to find five Tralian Princes missing. One of them is her own brother, Kerwyn. She is given the magic book of the previous Sorceress of Tralia and through it, Kathryn finds a way home by using one of the seven magic portals, which are hidden around Tralia.
Kathryn’s journey to her new home is far from easy, as she is chased by bandits for most of the way.
Now she must find the power within herself and stop the dark from spreading over the land.
In the Southern Mountains, Kathryn faces a half elf, Medrith, a Sorcerer of the Dark, who wants to rule Tralia and has a fate worse than death in store for her, her family and her friends. Therefore, the five crowns have to band together to help Kathryn to fight to protect the Tralians from annihilation.
*****

Chapter One

Going Home
*****
Kathryn had been sitting for the last hour looking out at the rolling, white, crested waves of the great ocean, that was sometimes blue and at others times a murky-grey, depending on the weather. It stretched as far as the eye could see and with only one small island a few miles away, it looked a lonely desolate place. A sailor’s life was a solitary life, but her life, she smiled, was definitely on dry land, then she turned on the cliff top and looked down at the village. What a contrast, she thought.
Today the sea is a murky-grey, but on this side, it’s a large sprawled out mass of various sized thatched roofs of mostly mottled-grey and gold on patches of greens, greys and browns, with many misshapen windows that glisten in the mid-morning sun, that were dotted along the valley floor.
She had been here all her life, but she knew something was about to change and this would be the last look at a place called Meadowholme, her home, where she had not only grown up, but had been happy.
Her thoughts were disturbed by a screech, a long drawn out noise, a warning. Kathryn placed her hand across her brow, shielding her eyes from the brightness of the sun as she looked up and saw two large, dark-feathered birds come at each other. One clearly ignoring the warning as claws outstretched before them, each determined to take the other out. An eagle and a falcon, both adults, both males and both experienced at protecting their territory.
After the first screech, the attack was silent, each concentrating on its next move. Circling in flight around an invisible pole, they darted in and out, trying to find an advantage. A strike from one caught its target across its left shoulder, causing the second to take a breather, its wings beating backwards as it moved out of the other’s path. Pressing its advantage, the slightly larger of the two, moved aggressively on. The eagle shot out its large, taloned claw and caught the second one another blow. The black falcon would have felt the skin tear, breaking the silence, he screamed in terror and pain as he spiralled down towards the ground. The eagle pursued its quarry catching it before it hit the ground about twenty feet from her. The eagle landed neatly and made a meal of its attacker. How sad, thought Kathryn, but that’s life and death for anyone and anything. There’s always something bigger and stronger than you and if you encroach on their territory, they will have you for its first meal of the day.
A shout made her look, Karen waved and Kathryn waved back before running down the hill to meet her also tall, blond friend. Karen was a year younger and her hair was very curly. Many people over the years have taken them as sisters though in truth, they were second cousins, but they were inseparable. Though at times, Kathryn dragged her friend into all sorts of odd adventures as they were growing up, now she wondered if she could drag her from her home and her beloved parents away to strangers.
Kathryn was thoughtful as together, arm in arm, they walked through the crowded market place, as Karen pointed out things on the stalls she had seen earlier, oohing and aahing as she went by. They passed the newly built well in the village square that Karen’s father had helped to build three summers ago and following the only road that led out of the village, they went home to Meadowholme Manor.
The feeling that she had felt all morning, she knew was about to become solid. There were two grey stallions tied to the hitching post in the stable yard that were being brushed down by one of the stable hands; Thomas smiled a greeting as they went by, then continued his work. The girls giggled as they saw his muscles ripple beneath his shirt, as he brushed the back of the darker horse.
The riders were expecting to leave soon and Kathryn had no doubt she would be going with them, but who were they?
They crossed the courtyard and Kathryn looked up at the four-towered, two-story house, with its six large, sash windows that seemed to glow in the midday sun, would she ever see the place again? She shivered before she entered the large, black door behind Karen.
Inside the oldest part of the manor, where the families of the Lords of Meadowholme had lived for centuries, was the present lord. Samuel, Karen’s father, who, along with two other men were waiting for them to enter. One man was seated facing the stone fireplace, in which the logs lay waiting for a light. The other stood behind the long bench near the large, bay window. Though neither of these were grey, they were not young either, but the elder one was more use to the open road. His skin was like leather, hard and had seen many a hot, Tralian sun. The younger was more inclined to be on his feet as proved by his continual movement; he certainly was not used to a saddle. A willow type of a man though not thin. Grey eyes and black hair and wears a lot of brown making his complexion darker.
Kathryn did not know them, yet the elder was very familiar.
“Ah, Karen, Kathryn,” the voice was Samuel’s, he was seated in his favourite chair behind the old, oak writing desk that stood on the other side of the room.
The two girls greeted him with a smile, before reaching him. Both kissed the broad shouldered, but almost bald, man, in his late fifties, who had got up to receive the greetings.
“Kathryn, my dear, these men are from Centra.” Samuel sat back down, as she turned to face the two men.
“You’ve ridden far,” she responded. “Why?”
“This is Lord Mendin, your uncle and he is here to take you back,” replied Samuel.
“Then something is wrong!” Kathryn felt the blood drain from her face.
“Why would you say so, child?” asked the high lord with concern.
He was tall, a darker blond than either Kathryn or Karen and was still good-featured for his age. He reminded her of the old picture she had of her father drawn by an old minstrel that had visited the manor many years before.
“I have known things since childhood. Things no one else can explain—things I cannot explain,” she replied solemnly.
“There is much I need to speak of,” he replied in the same way, his blue eyes held hers for a second or two, but within those seconds, she saw plenty including a deep sadness. He broke the contact and turned away.