CELENIC EARTH: A WORLD OF MIGHT, MAGIC AND MYSTICAL CREATURES
A shadow lurks over the earth, as foul creatures attack the villages. The leader of hurorcs and purorcs commands them to attack the southern tribes, and is captured. But Mercius, once known as the Windfarer, finally breaks free after years of imprisonment and sets his sight upon the Asbec College of Elements where an ancient power is rumoured to be hidden.
Shadowolf is in his last year of studies at the Azbec College of Elements when word of the escape spreads. Strange things happen and he becomes entwined in a world of mystery and murder, using the power of the elements to survive. As war erupts, Shadowolf returns home and does everything in his ability to protect the five southern wolf tribes. For his effort, he merely frustrates Mercius's plans, but significantly learns that Mercius is subservient to a dark lord, someone more powerful, known as Le'Mar.
Between the protection of his family, the loyalty of the Shadow Clan and the new-found love of his life, can he pull himself away to stop Mercius from reaching the potent power node? For neither the elves nor the dwarves can stop him should he gain the power he seeks. Even the dark lord seems troubled.
The Masaran Phenomenon approaches, and the "Prophecy of the Windfarer" is upon them.
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“Why do you think they want it?”
“I am not sure, but I guess they could both use some power to help overwhelm the earth, seeing as how they both have sent out their armies.”
“Alright, so if the node is there, what are we doing here?”
“Mercius was here. I think that maybe, just maybe…”
“He left some evidence behind as to the entrance to the node?”
“Exactly!” Shadowolf beamed in agreement. “Somewhere in here I am hoping we will find the answer.”
“One question…” Darcwulf was frowning almost as much as Shadowolf was, “If Mercius was captured years before the node erupted, why did he wait until now to escape?”
“Circumstances?” Shadowolf replied. “Maybe he took that long to find a way.”
“Well, I think it is more to that,” Darcwulf said, confident in his assumption.
“We won’t know until we go in,” Shadowolf replied.
“Right. So how are we going to do that?” Darcwulf asked, fearing for the worst.
“Follow me,” Shadowolf answered as he returned to his feet and ran to the east side of the knoll, Darcwulf in pursuit.
“Alright, give me a moment, as this might take a while, but I trust you will get the idea,” Shadowolf said.
Shadowolf climbed the knoll halfway up and kneeled on the floor. He joined his wrists together, palms facing outward, and concentrated.
Slowly, the wind picked up around him, and he let it run down his arms, over the back of his hands and between his fingers and focussed it on a locus point on the sand. The grass and sand shifted slowly, and then with an increased speed, it flew to the left and right of Shadowolf.
