The Talismans of Xenor: The Hourglass (written in 2012)

This is yet another old project of mine that I found while going through some old writing notebooks from ninth grade that were in my closet. This attempt at a novel was my first time writing fantasy since I was in seventh grade, and it had a really good illustration of an hourglass on the front cover. If I remember correctly, the Hourglass in the novel was actually the name of a person. Who? I don’t know, I cast this aside almost as soon as I had started it. I had only written four pages in the notebook (and my handwriting was terrible!) and even then, the handwriting was pretty large. Here is The Talismans of Xenor in its entirety, just as I wrote it in 2012. I am glad that my writing has improved, because I used to think that this was really good. Enjoy.

~Chase~


The day was dark and stormy. The black storm clouds shrouded the great sun and all its warmth was washed clean of the land. The breathtaking sunset would not be seen today, nor the next and the day after that. Thunder roared across the land from the nearby strikes of lightning. Rain poured down on the land, turning even the most pleasant, lush valleys [Which I spelled as vallies…] into pools of dark water. The people of this land hadn’t seen a storm so large for decades. No one living had ever witnessed a storm of this magnitude, except for a few living in the great cities of the North, and those who were lucky enough to witness the coming of the new age. Many people knew something was at work that would disrupt the peace of almost a century. Something very evil was at work, something new but strangely familiar.

What would have been day turned to a sunset not seen. Deep in the dark woods of the Barrier Mountains the sound of horses could be heard, their hoofs clacking on the old stone road. These five horses bore men in bright silver armor. Their lead man carried the banner of Dakoula, black with white trees surrounding a yellow crown. he held up a gloved hand to signal the riders to a halt. When they did he jumped off his horse and listened. The sound of rain hitting their armor was all they could hear, but he knew something was out there, watching. He signaled his men off their horses and began to quietly walk forward. He placed his hand on the gray hilt of his sword. They did the same. Lightning struck across the sky and thunder instantly responded with its intimidating voice. The horses began to get restless and began to whimper. They continued forward and found what they were looking for. Standing at the center of the cold stone road was a figure cloaked in black.

“Who goes there?” The captain shouted to the figure.

The figure began to walk towards them.

“I said, who goes there? This land is patrolled by the free nations of the West.”

The figure stopped a few feet from them. He then spoke. “I am a messenger, a scout, a fierce soldier who is simply serving his lord,” the figure spoke in a cold, lifeless voice.

“Who do you serve?”

The figure stepped closer and began to walk in a half circle over and over. “I serve the one and only Lord Xenx of Xenor. As his messenger, I bring tidings to the people of the West. Would you like to hear them?” He asked.

The men looked at their captain. “Xenx is dead. Xenor fell into waste decades ago.”

The figure stopped dead in his tracks. Then in the blink of an eye he was in front of the captain. His eyes glowed bright red as he yelled in a devilish voice. “Xenx is alive and stronger than ever! Xenor is no wasteland! It is an empire ready to unleash its wrath. You will be the first to hear the command issued by the Lord himself.”

The captain stepped back. “Tell us your message.”

The figure seemed to smile. His hands went into his robes and he drew out a black staff with orange crystals situated on the top. He then leaped forward and shouted. “Death! Death is what he commanded! Death to the free peoples of the world!”

The men drew their swords, but it was too late. The messenger summoned red lightning to the ground, frying all of the men right in the middle of the road. The figure then ripped the Dakoula flag into pieces and laid a red and black flag on top of the victims. The flag of Xenor.

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Author: Chase Charaba

Hello there! I'm Chase, an ambitious, aspiring young novelist and YouTuber who hopes to get a novel published one day. I'm also trying to produce the highest quality YouTube videos by constantly learning new ways to film and edit. I've been involved in journalism for 5 years, including 1 year as co-editor of a national award-winning high school newsmagazine and 1 year as the co-editor of an award-winning college newspaper. I write mainly epic/high fantasy, but I also mess around with science fiction, horror, and realistic fiction.

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