Book one of "The Silenian Wars" "The Healer" by James Fowler coming from Cyberwizard Productions.
Blais, a human boy, and Faltherol, an elf, start their journey to save the continent of Silenia from the undead. Faltherol discovered Blais fighting skeletons in Pocars. Blais takes the elf to his village to meet Linnis the village shaman. Faltherol and Linnis are old friends, who sit with Blais and his parents.
excerpt chapter one: "The Healer"
The Shaman drops the smile. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
Faltherol stares out the window, and again takes a deep breath. “I think that the World Tree has been attacked.” His left hand comes up and his index finger touches the sapphire mounted on his headband, “and Blais may be the Healer.”
Linnis turns to the window and stares out himself. His fingers drum the book. “Yes, an attack on the Holy Tree could be what I have been feeling for nearly a month and if someone has injured the Tree, Dara Ken and the gods may have deemed that the world needs the Healer now.” His fingers stop. “And there are the undead.”
Faltherol nods and whispers, “Yes, there are the undead.”
Blais stretches out a hand, but stops just before touching Linnis. “Shaman, what does he mean by the Healer?”
Brieth asks, “And what does my son have to do with the World Tree?”
Felran places a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “I’ve heard of the World Tree but what exactly is it?”
Everyone looks at Linnis. He stares at Faltherol who slowly lifts a finger and points at the old man.
Linnis takes a biscuit from the plate and salutes Brieth. “The World Tree, sometimes known as the Holy Tree, lives on the island of Veritus. The legends say that the Tree was the first living thing on earth and will be the last living thing on earth. Scholars have debated for centuries what would happen if it was cut down. No one has come to a consensus that I know of, perhaps the elves.” He lifts his head and looks at Faltherol.
“None of the elves I’ve ever talked to.”
Linnis chews on a bite of biscuit for a moment and lowers his hand. He continues to stare at Faltherol. “No one remembers the last time the Healer was on earth. He or she appears in a few ancient legends. What the elf hints around the edge of is that if someone has injured the Tree, it may be calling for the Healer.” The shaman turns his eyes back to the window. His hand waves the half-eaten biscuit. “That could be the reason Blais ran away. At some deep level he may be feeling the Tree’s pain.”
Outside, the breeze dies. The leaves hang limp.
excerpt chapter one: "The Healer"
The Shaman drops the smile. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
Faltherol stares out the window, and again takes a deep breath. “I think that the World Tree has been attacked.” His left hand comes up and his index finger touches the sapphire mounted on his headband, “and Blais may be the Healer.”
Linnis turns to the window and stares out himself. His fingers drum the book. “Yes, an attack on the Holy Tree could be what I have been feeling for nearly a month and if someone has injured the Tree, Dara Ken and the gods may have deemed that the world needs the Healer now.” His fingers stop. “And there are the undead.”
Faltherol nods and whispers, “Yes, there are the undead.”
Blais stretches out a hand, but stops just before touching Linnis. “Shaman, what does he mean by the Healer?”
Brieth asks, “And what does my son have to do with the World Tree?”
Felran places a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “I’ve heard of the World Tree but what exactly is it?”
Everyone looks at Linnis. He stares at Faltherol who slowly lifts a finger and points at the old man.
Linnis takes a biscuit from the plate and salutes Brieth. “The World Tree, sometimes known as the Holy Tree, lives on the island of Veritus. The legends say that the Tree was the first living thing on earth and will be the last living thing on earth. Scholars have debated for centuries what would happen if it was cut down. No one has come to a consensus that I know of, perhaps the elves.” He lifts his head and looks at Faltherol.
“None of the elves I’ve ever talked to.”
Linnis chews on a bite of biscuit for a moment and lowers his hand. He continues to stare at Faltherol. “No one remembers the last time the Healer was on earth. He or she appears in a few ancient legends. What the elf hints around the edge of is that if someone has injured the Tree, it may be calling for the Healer.” The shaman turns his eyes back to the window. His hand waves the half-eaten biscuit. “That could be the reason Blais ran away. At some deep level he may be feeling the Tree’s pain.”
Outside, the breeze dies. The leaves hang limp.
