LE’MAR THE OMNIPOTENT, THE OMNIPRESENT, THE OMNISCIENT
The Battle for Eldor’s Forest cost the world not only the elvin forest, but also every chance they had of standing up against the dark lord. The Southern Wolf tribes live defenceless in New Avalion, their walls shaken to the ground and the art of the elements forbidden. The mer-Kingdom was defeated in Avalendil, with no knowledge of where the survivors reside. And the elves have left for the Far Isles, leaving the ancient forest to the rule of Le’Mar’s new servant, Darcwulf. And all across the land lies Le’Mar’s fog, his ever-present window to all that is happening on the land.
The people of the earth have lived in relative peace in the two years since Shadowolf’s victory over Sonersaat the DragonRider, a victory that had almost cost him his life when he challenged Le’Mar thereafter. With no knowledge of where the hero escaped to and under the watchful gaze of Le’Mar and Darcwulf, the earth makes no move to retaliate against the dark lord.
It is in such circumstances that Shadowolf returns with powerful allies at his side. Determined to take back the world from Le’Mar’s clutches, he begins his quest for four powerful artefacts encrusted with the tomes of time. Entwined in this quest is his personal mission to find and reclaim those he loves and lost. Yet, the greatest undertaking he faces is to convince the world to fight for their freedom. This time, Shadowolf is taking the war to Le’Mar.
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“Come on,” Shadowolf said, stretching out his hand. The elfling smiled broadly and jumped towards his hand. Shadowolf grabbed it and flung the kid onto his back. The elfling giggled and laughed as Shadowolf increased the wind and they flew to the treetops at a high velocity.
“Here!” the elfling shouted into the wind as a platform broke out from the trunk. Shadowolf could see Chenesia in her wedding dress, being preened and fitted by several female elves. “Bye bye now!”
Without warning, the elfling jumped off his back and landed on all fours on the trunk of the tree. He ran down its length like a squirrel, and suddenly Shadowolf’s flying feat didn’t seem so impressive.
Shadowolf let the wind carry him to the platform. He landed gently, but Chenesia was alerted to his presence by the reflection in the large mirror on the wall. She turned around with a very welcoming smile and left the workings of the elves to rush into his arms.
“I’m getting married,” she whispered excitedly in his ear.
“You don’t say?” Shadowolf teased her. “You smell very lovely.”
