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Volonians: Mysteries of The Vondercrat
Volonians: Mysteries of The Vondercrat
Volonians: Mysteries of The Vondercrat
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Volonia, a magical planet, is home to millions of beautiful, charismatic expressive Witches and Warlocks. Their magic is mighty, their spells are rich in tradition and their rituals stand the test of time. The House of Lords, the governing body, is in a frenzy as one of it’s citizens, Varah Cutter, a rebellious, crafty Witch, has single handily conjured a book only they can summon. The VONDERCRAT is the most powerful book in all of Volonia. How she did it remains a mystery. Varah soon realizes The Lords aren’t the only entity after her, but an evil brigade lead by the mighty Menace seeks to capture her. Varah’s fate stands in ruins as she literally fights to protect her children, her honor and her truth.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherC. F. Edwards
Release dateMar 28, 2014
ISBN9781311707314
Volonians: Mysteries of The Vondercrat

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    Volonians - C. F. Edwards

    Carlos’ Dedication: I dedicate this book to my four nephews and niece: Shawn, Donvonta, Terrell, Janar and Alexis. My love for you is unconditional. I only want you to remember two things. First, I need you to remember that the only way to live life is to dream big. And second, that the world will only reflect back to you how you feel about yourself. So, let that reflection propel you to understanding and be a guide to where you desire to go. To my family that has always been the center of my drive and inspirations: I appreciate your patience as I went on a journey in search of life’s most profound truth. I am thankful that you all understood my desire to find my stride. I’ve finally found it. For those moms, brothers, co-workers, kids, friends, fans, etc. who happen to come across this book: To you I graciously say thank you. It is my truth that imagination creates worlds and will guide you into the perfect life, if only we will take a moment to imagine the possibilities.

    Chris’ Dedication: I dedicate this book to my three nieces, Karmyn, Camdin and Kerri, and to my nephew, Jett. Remember that your uncle loves you and that imagination is the portal that unlocks unlimited possibilities. Continue to reach beyond the stars. You can be, do, or have anything you desire. Mom, Dad and Sisters: I love you so much. I finally wrote down all those crazy ideas and put them in this book! To my family- immediate and extended: I appreciate your continued support. You have all helped shaped me into the man I am today. To anyone who purchases this book: Thank you for supporting my dream. These are our thoughts, our imagination, and our love, on display for you to appreciate. We hope you love reading it as much as we loved writing it!

    Preface

    Volonia, considered The Gold planet, sits alone in its own galaxy 30 light cycles away. The surface appears dense, it is roughly the size of Jupiter, and its population is near 10,000,000. The planet’s sun, Vamo, sends rays of light down to the core, heating and lighting the planet’s massive sectors.

    To the naked eye, the gold planet is viewed as uninhabitable, but it is actually home to a populous of magical beings: Volonians, millions of beautiful, charismatic, expressive witches and warlocks. They live inside the planet, hidden beneath the outer surface. The Volonians possess an incredibly versatile molecular structure; they age five times slower than a human.

    The Volonians are friendly, joyous and extremely powerful. Their magic is mighty, their spells are rich in tradition, and their rituals stand the test of time. The kingdoms are colorful with a rustic but traditional– almost ancient feel. Upper Volonia is home to the aristocrats; Lower Volonia is where demoted Volonians choose to reside. Volonia’s five sectors each have their own way of life. It is every Volonian’s destiny to shift in status from class to class, each class shift bringing additional power and understanding of the individual’s purpose on Volonia. Every class is distinct in its own way.

    Some can levitate, create spells or morph, while others can merely disappear and reappear. The most powerful class on Volonia is Class Eight. If a Volonian is privileged enough to make it to this class, he or she is set among the elite, and his or her magic is enhanced to its peak. Most Volonians use their powers for the forces of good, but others choose to rebel against the House of Lords, the governing body elected to rule and distribute power among the Volonian people.

    Currently, The House of Lords has its hands full as it attempts to maintain a sense of democracy in Volonia. The resistance begins as Menace, a rebellious underground leader, amasses a brigade of evil Volonians. His primary focus is to capture the planet’s untapped power and harness it to better serve his wicked purpose.

    Chapter 1

    The Planet Volonia

    A cloud of dust fills the dark, starless sky. A layer of golden dirt covers the planet’s surface for as far as the eye can see. The night seems lonely; the foreground is bare and uninviting. It is cold and void of life, and energy seems to be almost forbidden. Not a person, place or thing is in sight.

    Arched high above the lifeless surface floats a massive, gold, meteor-like formation. It blares, heating up the dark night. The solid object, strategically placed high above the planet, a single protector of all things, is called Vamo. It is an ancient sun that has shone for billions of cycles. It sits alone, not a single other planet sharing its universe. This warming, golden sun gently lights the dark surface of Volonia, filling the void with a soft, glowing light.

    Suddenly a light beam cuts through the darkness– a ring of fire. The ring falls, floating gently from the sky, landing on the dry, rocky surface. The fire morphs into a middle-aged man. Standing alone in the dark Universe is Viscera, one of Volonia’s prestigious Guides. He stands six feet tall with pale skin and blonde hair. He is impeccably dressed in a white robe and a flowing cape hanging from his broad shoulders. His face wears a look of exhaustion. A black case appears, hovering in the air nearby. Peeking into the case, Viscera is moved to smile slightly, but it is a smile mixed with regret. An electric, oval portal appears in the distance. Viscera takes a heavy breath before reluctantly entering the portal.

    On the other side of the portal, he exits into a transit terminal. A few people move swiftly past him, some gliding, others levitating. A bright glow pulsates from the black case; it’s energy seeping into Viscera’s hand, then to his body. He pauses; his immediate glance at the ground tells us that something’s different. Viscera himself lifts from the ground, levitating. What in the world? He smiles. The glow ceases and Viscera quickly descends again. So that’s what it feels like? Viscera strolls through the station, hands firmly gripping the case. He arrives at two 20-foot white doors. He clutches the case tightly as he collects his thoughts; then, he places his hand to a metal square attached to the wall. The doors open slowly. A cloud of smoke rushes into the station. Viscera walks cautiously thru the doors.

    A sign reading Welcome to Volonia greets him. He looks out into a plain white sky and allows his eyes to glance out over the beautiful city. The streets are congested with people bustling to and fro, some maneuvering around others who have stopped to congregate haphazardly. Towering buildings command the majestic background and give a sparkling shine to the place. The streets are made of a reddish brick that blends nicely with the surroundings– ancient buildings kept in tip-top shape. Merchants occupy every corner, offering quick spells and magic tricks for all who will stop to hear them. Children perform novice magical tricks on door stoops; some of the children disappear instantly, leaving Viscera with only a lingering smile.

    Viscera walks swiftly towards two identical buildings, his head turning from left to right until he chooses the one on the left, Vasquire Towers. It is the tallest building in Volonia and just happens to be Viscera’s final destination.

    The edifice stands about 10 stories high, the exterior sparkling with a golden sheen as rays from the Volonian sun Vamo beam down through the atmosphere. Viscera pauses, he notices a sea of festive people harmony shifting happily in the street. Harmony shifting is the act of moving your body to harmonies or melodies you enjoy. He tightens his grip on the black case and continues briskly up the walkway. A small boy runs toward him, his small, eager face smeared with dirt. He is dressed in a brown robe that hangs loosely on his frame, and his hat is tilted jauntily to one side. Viscera notices him coming and moves more quickly.

    Sir, may I show you a magic trick? Viscera walks faster, the boy attempting to keep up with him. Viscera ignores the boy and moves on. Experienced at this game, the little boy disappears and reappears at the door, in front of Viscera.

    How did you do that?

    That was my magic trick, the boy replies with a smile.

    Viscera seems unimpressed, his expression blank. Okay where is it? Viscera motions for the boy to hand it over.

    I am not sure what you’re talking about, kind Sir. The harried Guide notices a group of the boy’s friends waiting in the distance.

    They’re waiting on you?

    The little boy hurries to change the subject. I have another trick for you.

    No more tricks. Hand it over. Viscera kneels down. Are you telling me that you’re a class two warlock? The little boy attempts to run away, but the power of the case glows brighter again. Its glow is intensifying, and its power is piercing through the hinges of the case. The glow expands its reach, its shine resting on the form of the little boy. Mysteriously, this glow somehow lifts the boy, forcing him to rotate upside-down.

    He screams as he dangles helplessly. I’m sorry, Mister! I admit it! It’s a Cearian, given to me by a drifter! A small device falls from the little boy’s pockets while his hands dangle helplessly below his head. Viscera cautiously puts the black case down and steps away. His eyes watch the bright light fading from the case as the little boy tumbles to the ground.

    Thank you, Mister. Viscera reaches into his pocket and hands the little boy one Volo, a coin commonly used for exchange in the Volonian markets. The boy smiles victoriously as he runs towards his friends and into an alley, where they congratulate him and scurry away.

    Viscera gingerly lifts the case from the ground, then curiously places it on the ground again, then lifts it again. That’s it? No more magic? Viscera looks up at the building, picks up the non-glowing case and continues his walk through two large, blue, glass doors, which magically open as he approaches. Two guards holding scepters stand just inside the entrance. They are large for Volonian men, bodies like Nubian Gods, boasting physiques only nature could sculpt: glowing, bronzed skin and rippling muscles spilling through their robes. One of the two guards motions to Viscera to stop. Welcome back, Viscera. How was the trip?

    I wouldn’t be much of a Guide if I told you, replies Viscera. The guard lifts his wrist, connecting it with Viscera’s wrist. An electrical current illuminates from the connection.

    You’re cleared. You may pass now. The guard points to Viscera’s case. So is that what I think it is?

    Yes, this is it. Every new class must get their wings, right? Viscera picks up his case from the floor and proceeds down a wide hallway. Is she here?

    The guard smirks, his scepter drawn down to his side. I wouldn’t be much of a guard if I told you.

    Viscera smiles and continues down the hallway. His footsteps echo on the marble floors and his eyes wander around the massive space. The walls are lined with paintings of older, ancient Volonian Lords. Viscera stops at a painting to view the image of a man: colorful robe, extremely pale skin, grayish hair, and leaning on a cane. The inscription beneath reads Greater Guardian Malyan Vulakan. Viscera bows as if to pay homage to the man in the painting. He then resumes his journey down the long hall.

    He eventually turns a corner and reaches another corridor that opens up to be nearly fifteen feet high. He lifts his hand once again, placing his wrist near a metal plate at the door. A voice acknowledges his presence. Welcome, Viscera. You may enter. The fifteen-foot tall doors open soundlessly and Viscera steps into a smaller room. It is dark, but Viscera places his wrist onto one final metal plate, and a growing portal appears. Despite the intimidating security measures, Viscera walks through with an air of familiarity. The portal leads him into a lobby where four more guards patrol, body types the same as the others– muscular and intimidating. They keep a close eye on the Guide. Good day. The guards ignore him and stare straight ahead.

    A beautiful woman with golden, olive skin and draped in a shimmering, golden robe stands waiting behind a desk. Her hair falls loosely in waves to her mid-back. The two exchange pleasantries. Viscera.

    He nods. Lola. The woman moves from behind the desk, now standing in front of Viscera. She smiles before extending her hand, her wrist draped in sparkling bangles. Viscera smiles. No hug? Just, Hand it over?

    Lola smiles and gives in to the warmth of his familiarity. I’m sorry, she says, embracing Viscera. I’m glad you made it back. Viscera welcomes the hug.

    The guards keep a close eye on the two. One walks over and cautions, Lola. The beautiful woman lifts her hand regally, assuring him it’s okay. All right, that’s enough, announces Lola. She takes a step back and extends her hand toward Viscera. It was great to see you again.

    A bit taken aback, Viscera lifts the case from the floor. I guess connecting every few cycles isn’t so bad. Lola takes the case. Her eyes search the room. She is hesitant. Then she abruptly kisses Viscera on the cheek. What’s that for? Lola turns and walks toward a door, then playfully turns back to Viscera.

    Just because. She places her wrist near the door. Her bangles send tinkling echoes down the long, narrow hallway.

    See you around? A portal appears. Viscera lingers for an answer. He stares. Lola steps through the portal and is gone.

    Viscera waits an agonizing moment before turning to leave. Suddenly, his patience is rewarded, and Lola pokes her head out of the portal Yes! The portal quickly disappears.

    Viscera turns, beaming at the guards. She said yes! The first guard points to the exit toward which Viscera gladly walks.

    On the other side of the portal, Lola appears before a pair of bronze doors. Still holding the case, she pushes them open. The room is oval-shaped and welcoming, with everything neatly in its place and a few pictures hung decoratively on the walls. A beautiful, reddish lounger invites her to the middle of the room, where a table made of clear crystal stands a few feet away. Lola slowly steps into the center of the room and carefully places the case on the crystal table. She then holds out her hand and a square device magically appears. She firmly pushes a button on the device. Marion, it is here.

    In less than a moment an avalanche of golden smoke fills the oval room. A woman nearly six feet tall with black hair to her shoulders magically appears. She is dressed in a flowing white gown. A ruby necklace and matching ring accent her dress perfectly. Lola, my dear. Where is it?

    Lola’s eyes fix on the case. Just what you ordered.

    Marion walks over to the case, her eyes glowing with excitement as she cautiously opens it. A golden light seeps out, illuminating the space around the case. Soon it is nearly blinding, and Lola needs to shield her eyes. Honey, don’t cover your eyes. Accept it, loathe it, be it. The Orb of Vamo.

    Lola slowly lowers her hand and gingerly opens her eyes. She allows herself to be immersed in the energy flowing from the case. She finds that she can’t move, and tears fall freely from her eyes. Feels good, doesn’t it? Asks Marion. This is why we are here. Lola’s eyes slowly widen as she hesitantly steps toward the case, entranced. Without warning, Marion closes the case. She smiles. Addictive, isn’t it?" Lola, confused, shakes her head, trying to snap out of her trance.

    What was that about?

    Marion whispers, Power and power only. You may return to Lordess Semelia. Thank you. Marion smiles, closes the case and exits the room without another word.

    Viscera exits the building and walks to the bottom of the stairs, seemingly in a daze. He pauses to stare out into the distance when he is shoved from behind. What are you doing here? asks Monoia. Monoia is another Guide from Volonia. Like Viscera, he is tall—six-foot two and good-looking, with pale skin and chiseled cheekbones– everything a woman would die for.

    Viscera playfully shoves Monoia in return. This is a pleasant surprise! The two friends share a quick hug as they make their way to a bench where they sit down. So where are you now?

    Viscera, a bit reluctant, says, Promise you won’t say anything.

    I promise, replies Monoia. He waits patiently, anticipating Viscera’s answer.

    Viscera holds up his wrist. Swear on it.

    You can’t be serious. We’ve known each other for over thirty cycles.

    Viscera stands with a look of uncertainty on his face. Monoia stands too, and places his wrist in front of Viscera. Okay, you got it. The two cross wrists and an electrical current bonds their hands. Their eyes glow for a moment, then return to normal. Viscera sits again, followed by Monoia. Where are you? Tell me! It can’t be that scary.

    Viscera crosses his legs. He glances out into the busy Volonian street. The Cutters.

    Stunned, Monoia yells out, The Cutters? Viscera rushes to cover Monoia’s mouth.

    I knew you couldn’t handle it.

    Monoia leans toward his friend, their noses almost touching. "Are you talking Lord Roman Cutter? Viscera assents with a nod. That is big. What’s it like?"

    Viscera uncrosses his legs and stands. Monoia excitedly ushers his fellow Guide to sit again. Spill it. Is it fun? Boring? I know you’re getting top Volo, right?

    Yes, yes and yes, replies Viscera. The family is great, but it’s a lot of responsibility.

    Monoia pounds his hands excitedly on Viscera’s chest. Are you kidding me? You’re set for life!

    That’s not the point, replies Viscera. He slowly starts to walk away, then turns back to Monoia. This isn’t the life I chose, and I’m sure you didn’t wake up one day and say, ‘Mom, I want to be a Guide for the rest of my life.’

    Monoia shifts his weight as he listens. Then he takes a step towards Viscera, laying a hand on his friend’s shoulder. We can’t turn back the hands of time bro’. We are Guides. It pays well, and I’m making the best of it. If things change, great. If not, life goes on. Viscera listens before conceding. His shoulders drop as he exhales.

    "You’re right. It’s just that at a younger age I had big plans for my life.

    Monoia gives Viscera’s shoulder a firm squeeze. "Be life bro’. Stop waiting for it. Viscera smiles weakly as he lifts his hand. Magically, a Volonian timer appears. I guess there are some perks to the job: magic on a premium."

    The two share a parting hug. I’m sure I’ll see you around, Monoia reassures his friend as Viscera tightly shakes his hand.

    Count on it, smiles Viscera in reply. Then, he dashes over to a stoop where a few people wait. Above the sign reads Upper Volonia Transit Portal System: Quicker than the use of magic. With a solemn wave, he bids a final farewell to Monoia. The portal opens, and he rushes in along with a dozen other busy Volonians. Within seconds, Viscera pushes out the other side, exhaling before walking on.

    Straight ahead is an expanse of amazing, castle-style homes, each with its lawn manicured to perfection. Some exhibit moats in front, and all display flowers along their walkways. It is a wonderland of beauty. The homes stand three or four stories high; the decorative exteriors are colorful and modern. A few children romp in the street. They are all draped in identical but differently colored attire. Viscera waves to the smaller ones who ignore his friendly gesture and continue playing. A few of them disappear then reappear. Viscera shakes his head in disapproval, as he walks toward one of the homes. Approaching the bottom of a short hill, he waits. He stares into a metal box attached to the castle. He places his wrist near it, and then waits for a response. The petulant voice of an adolescent boy announces, You’re late, followed by a teasing chuckle. Viscera glances up at the house.

    Broc, open the portal. Viscera waits patiently.

    A playful voice returns, What’s the magic word?

    Viscera puts his hands in his pocket before responding hesitantly, PLEASSSE. The boy laughs and a portal appears. Viscera steps inside.

    A circular foyer welcomes him. He pauses, admiring the rounded 20-foot ceiling adorned with masterful, detailed moldings. He notices a fragrant bouquet of flowers on a nearby

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