Well, my journey has started. My writing journey. I have penned the first few pages of the third book in the Hunters and the Queen series. The third book is titled Emergence. If you haven't checked out the first two books (Resurgence and Transcendence ), then they are available at Amazon for your reading pleasure. Transcendence is also available at Smashwords and Barnes & Noble. (Although, as I type this, Barnes & Noble still has the old title, The Gypsy Hunter, with the older book description on the book page. Amazon and Smashwords are updated; moreover, the book content has been updated on all sites and is consistent.
If you read Transcendence, then you were briefly introduced to Fire and you probably recognized hints of the Wind element. The third book will deal with Fire trying to find Wind, and Jolán finding Fire. The dark lords try to maintain their hold over certain parts of the realm, but they need Queen Madrit to kill for them; Queen Madrit carries the blood of the ancestral line that will help the dark lords secure their power on the planet.
Thank you for your support and encouragement. Cheers! In the meantime, I have pasted a couple paragraphs from the third book, Emergence.
Emergence
Slaine, England
Bones were broken. Swine were left half-dead waiting for their full
demolishment. It was pathetic and unnecessary management of living creatures.
Cruel and unusual treatment. Barbaric. Dreadful. Intolerable.
Many hated the local slaughterhouse, but others were not remotely
bothered by the presence of the pig factory. Those who did mind, however, were
beyond ready to act. Beyond ready to take a stand and fight for better
treatment of the animals, but such kind people were outnumbered. They were
outnumbered by the overwhelming amount of hunters who now occupied a large
portion of the small town. The native townspeople were becoming outnumbered.
Something had to happen, the town was dying.
Petra knew she held power. She had honed her skill at a very young age,
privately while she was in her room. Her parents were loving people, but
special power was not encouraged in the household; and Petra had special power.
It was this power that made her the element of wind. It was this power that
made her a threat to the hunters. Petra had awakened, and all of those years of
practicing her skill would serve the mission well. Now, however, she rested.
The last few days had been a flurry of emotional destruction. A devastating
tornado created by the fury purported by her anger. She had never used her
powers out of anger, and now the chaos and mayhem she created destroyed a town.
Destruction so bad that she was committed to a hospital, a mental hospital.
Petra was tired, but she was not broken. She rested in the hospital bed,
but she was confused about her medical treatment. She did everything she
believed was necessary, but her worlds were blurred. She didn’t have a mental
breakdown, but maybe she did; however, she was sure her place was not inside of
the hospital strapped to a bed. She was the element of wind, and she knew she
comprised the full force of the planet. She understood her responsibility in this
realm, but she was disoriented. She didn’t know how to gain credibility for her
cause and for the mission. The wind element had awakened, and she had to find the
other elements of the natural planet.
As Petra rested in her bed, her medication clouded her mind. She remembered
everything that led to her current stint in the hospital. It started when she confronted
the cruel pig owners and set their pigs free; then, she released a whirlwind of
destruction upon her town. A destruction so bad her violence and power killed
her family, her hunter family. Petra was not one of them; however, she was the
youngest child, and her parents converted to hunters after she was born. Her
parents thought the hunters would help them save their farm; they thought the
hunters would help them save their home. They did not realize the hunters only
destroy.
Petra understood the reasons why those who doubted her power captured her
and locked her inside a padded room; however, they were simple people unaware
of her responsibilities in the realm. They were blissful people ignorant of the
problems of the galaxy. Not everyone living in her town were hunters, just most
of them. The non-hunter types were typically brainwashed by the dark lord dominance
of Slaine city corruption; and they allowed dark energy to infiltrate their
town as long as their own lifestyles were maintained; unaffected by the inner
workings of the dark lords. These affluent townspeople were no less evil than
the hunters; and such a symbiotic relationship of evil often led to the capture
and destruction of once vibrant and egalitarian cities, towns, and communities.
The dark lords wanted control of all the towns throughout the world. The dark
lords appreciated their stronghold throughout certain parts of the realm, and
they relied on such symbiotic relationships with the narcissistic townspeople
who were willing to cultivate a relationship with them.
As Petra lingered in her bed, she
remembered a man. A tall, dark, and evil man. She did not want to see him, but
she knew he would eventually seek her out and pay her a visit. He had already
been to her hospital room once, and she made it clear she did not want to ever
see him again. He was the one who put her in the hospital.
Petra began to fall asleep. Her heavy medication was prescribed for full
sedation, but she was able to find moments of lucidity. She would eventually
build tolerance to the drugs. Petra’s head started to bob around until it
rested back on to her pillow. At that moment, two tiny birds flew towards the
window. The birds lingered by the window as their eyes examined the inside of
Petra’s room. The birds knew something special was inside, they knew they had a
message to deliver to the forest.
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