Fall of Centuria
By James Harris
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In the world of Palatovia, a demon lord seeks an ancient artifact, the Book of Stars, in the city of Centuria to gain power over the entire planet. Through his dark arts, he now commands all of the demons and other vulgar beasts, including several members of the royal family now existing as demons. Ptolemy, age 10, counts himself in their number—but the demon lord doesn’t yet know the demon-who-was-once-a-boy possesses what he seeks. While General Gathar and his army fight to get their city and freedom back from the demons, the general learns that what he is afraid of most—magic—is what will save humanity as a new world war begins.
James Harris
James Harris, AIA, is an architect and currently senior vice president at the Related Companies in New York City.
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Fall of Centuria - James Harris
Fall of Centuria
James A. Harris
Fall of Centuria
by James A. Harris
Copyright © 2017 James A. Harris
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This story is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events depicted within this novel are fictitious.
For my wife, Jen, and friends, Sue, Harry, Ro, Dave, Destinee, John, Alice, and Lauren who inspired and motivated me to keep moving forward.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
About the Author
Fall of Centuria
Chapter One
Mother was very upset. She raised her voice at her son, Ptolemy, and slapped him across the face. He cried as his cheeks burned and flushed. His eyes filled with tears, and he put his head down in shame. Maybe he deserved to be hit but he felt so unloved at that moment. He ran to his room and started packing the few clothes he had to teach his mother a lesson. Two pairs of pants, three shirts, a couple of undergarments, one sweater, and his favorite cloak were packed into a small sack. The time had come for him to be a man, to stick to his principles, or so he thought. Tears continued to drip down his face and off his chin as he packed a few more items. His mother continued to yell at him as he loaded the sack and prepared to set off. She didn’t understand what he wanted. It was as if she didn’t even notice he was about to leave.
He flung the sack over his shoulder and stepped out the front door, leaving it open behind him. She continued to yell. Her voice became faint as he walked briskly toward the barn. His favorite horse, a leopard Appaloosa named Beth, awaited him inside. The horse had lovely white hair with a hint of yellow and a black and silky tail. A streak of the same black hair crossed her head. He stepped into the barn and she whinnied. She could sense that the boy was troubled.
He grabbed a leather saddle made from the skin of a rare spotted albino croc off a hanger and laid it across her back. Then he buckled the straps firmly under her belly. To keep her calm, he whispered to her, Everything will be all right.
over and over again. No matter how many times he said it he had difficulty believing it himself.
With the saddle in place Ptolemy tied his lightweight sack of clothes and supplies to it. His own weight did not seem to bother the horse and many times it felt as if she preferred to have him riding her. He walked her outside and closed the barn doors so the other animals wouldn’t get out. His mother was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. The boy felt a cold chill run through his body from seeing his mother’s grim stare, and he shivered. He leaned over and whispered one last time, Everything will be all right.
to Beth as he saddled up. Then he kicked her gently and they galloped across the courtyard and were outside the gates of Centuria in seconds. He wasn’t sure where they were heading but he knew he had to get away. He rode Beth far from the city and found himself following a path lightly beaten. Fear started to creep in his mind. Where was he heading? Where was he now? Could he survive out here on his own? What if a wild animal attacks?
He fought back the disturbing thoughts and convinced himself that it had to be done.
Ptolemy set up camp as the bright yellow sun settled over the horizon. He came across a lightly used fire pit and decided to stay there. He tied Beth to the low hanging branches of a sturdy tree. After picking out some dried firewood to last him the night, he set up little traps to catch a critter or two for supper. He lit the fire by striking two pieces of flint over the kindling he had gathered. Beth stood still watching him with anxious eyes. He pulled out a juicy red apple from his sack for her. Then he shared some of the water in his canteen. He knew that a running stream could not be too far away for him to refill his canteen, and he could go hours without a drink. Besides, Beth had worked hard to get him this far. She needed the water. The trees around them creaked and whispered to each other. They listened to the light breathing of the boy and his horse. The sun was setting lower, and the woods started to become dark. The shadows of the trees grew longer. A cold breeze came through. Ptolemy shivered again. He moved closer to the fire, hoping the warmth would bring him some comfort.
Ptolemy heard a snap. What was it? A small creature was caught in a trap. The critter was similar to that of a rabbit and it had antlers on its head. The trap had taken its life instantly. He carefully removed the creature from the trap and considered himself lucky to have caught it. He roasted it over the open fire and enjoyed the juicy meat before preparing to sleep. The air was becoming cool, even by the fire, so he put on his sweater. The wool fabric kept him warm against the chill of the approaching night and he fell asleep on the soft earth.
Ptolemy rose in the morning to the sound of Beth trotting her feet and neighing. She was anxious to get moving. He took a bite of some of the leftover meat from the night before, and then he saddled up on Beth. They rode for about an hour before reaching the end of the forest. The air became dry, and a strange odor like burnt hair floated around. Beth refused to go any further despite the boy’s command. He dismounted.
Several figures appeared over the horizon. They were coming straight for the boy and his horse. He tried to make out who they were. He squinted and stared in their direction. Dressed in dark armor and appearing to be warriors, they were a lot taller than the average man. There was a particular strangeness to their gait too. They moved with incredible speed regardless of their awkward movement and size. The figures did not slow down as they drew closer. One of them raised an arm up into the air and swiped down at the boy’s legs as he ran by. Ptolemy fell to the ground and wondered why the warrior attacked him. Were they enemies to Centuria?
he wondered. Centuria had been at peace with the surrounding cities for many years.
The other figures arrived shortly after the first strike. Beth tried to run away but the fully armored warrior chased her down and caught her, roughly leading her away into the forest. Ptolemy looked up at the warrior with saddened eyes. He thought back to his home, his family, the life he had back in the city. He quickly realized that the warriors were not friendly. The way they handled Beth and striking him down revealed that to him. The warrior that had swiped at him turned his gaze back at him. Two red eyes glowed through the helm. The boy pulled out his ax from the sack and took off running. He couldn’t save his horse from the red-eyed warriors, and he knew it. He had to get away. These warriors were inhuman.
His legs felt like heavy boulders. He wanted to run faster but nothing happened. The warriors laughed at his attempt to escape and allowed him a brief moment to get a head start.
He tripped over a fallen limb in his path when he took a moment to look back at his pursuers. They chased him at a steady pace. It was obvious that they were not using their full potential in catching up to him. The speed they showed when chasing Beth was incredibly fast compared to what they were doing now. Did they enjoy watching him struggle to escape? There was a strong sense of evil in their movements, their actions, and their laughter.
Ptolemy wondered what they were going to do with Beth. He thought horrible thoughts, so horrible that his insides knotted and his chest ached. He was trying to run as they continued to pursue him with a fast steady walk, but they had no need to run. They knew he was getting nowhere fast. He kept tripping over his own feet and an occasional tree limb or shrub.
Then it hit him. A terrible pain shot up through the back of his right leg. He could no longer run. The back of his leg felt warm and wet. He looked down to see an ax stuck through the back of his thigh. He let out a cry and fell to the ground. The demon warriors surrounded him speaking in a foreign tongue. The pain in Ptolemy’s leg became very intense and his world turned black.
Chapter Two
You shouldn’t have done that!
she cried. Angela was preparing a hearty supper for her family when the Centurian warrior casually walked into their home and knocked over the pot. The soup spilled out all over the wood floor. She had spent the entire day preparing the meal chopping vegetables, mixing herbs and squeezing juices out of lemons and oranges. Her husband, Gathar, a general of the Centurian army, had requested the special soup for their dinner that evening. The Centurian warrior stumbled in his next few steps and fell to the floor. Fluid sprayed from his mouth when he hit the ground.
She ran over to him and rolled him over to his side. His breath smelled of liquor and his eyes were closed. He had passed out in their kitchen. She was alone and couldn’t move the warrior by herself. What would her husband think of such an improper act?
she wondered. He was expected to be home before nightfall.
She left the warrior where he lay and went to clean up the spilled soup. All her hard work was soaking into the wooden floor. She was distraught. Gathar would be even more upset than she if she wasn’t able to prepare the meal he requested. It was a special meal to celebrate their twenty-first year of marriage.
Angela’s tears dropped to the floor as she soaked up the soup with scrap linens. It didn’t take anything these days for her to cry. It was her fault, although Gathar told her many times when he was a boy he ran away from home too. She swiped at another tear, blew her nose and cleaned up the mess that almost made her forget her pain. She took a deep breath, looked around the kitchen, and started to prepare a second pot of the chicken soup. She was grateful that she hadn’t put the chicken in the first pot before the accident. It was still roasting over the open fire in the cooking fireplace. The home had two fireplaces, one for cooking and one for heating. It was summertime, so the heating one did not get much use except on the occasional cool night. The smell of roasted chicken filled the small house as it cooked over the midsize fire. She walked over to the handcrafted counter made by Gathar himself and started chopping fresh carrots, ripe tomatoes, and yellow onions. The room was getting warm and she wiped the sweat from her brow with her sleeve. Chopping the onions made her eyes tear up even more.
The man on the floor heavily snored. Angela found herself more irritated by the intruder as the minutes went by, and she no longer felt sympathy for his drunkenness. She had to repeat all the work that she spent an entire day on in a matter of hours. The frustration only fueled her more. She rigorously mixed the herbs. Then she cut up more oranges and lemons and squeezed the juices out of them. She squeezed so hard that her hands began to cramp. It was then that she realized she may have been overreacting. The warrior on the floor would be disciplined for his behavior, and she had to accept the fact that the first pot of soup being ruined was an accident. Soon, the dinner she was preparing would have little meaning.
* * *
Centuria Castle was a magnificent fortress surrounded by 40 foot walls all around its perimeter. Made of stone and cement, it was laid by the most gifted of masons. The sturdy front gate made from mahogany spread twenty feet wide and the entire height of the wall. The chains holding the gate were just as durable. White rooftops and spires sparkled in the sky.
Under the reign of King Katimi, Centuria thrived in all its glory. The market stayed busy day and night. Crops flourished with a wide variety of vegetables and wheat. Inns were always stocked with beer, ale and the finest wines made by grapes from the local vineyards. There were also many imported goods in the city, although King Katimi made it possible for them not to be needed. He had wanted Centuria to be self-sufficient. He strolled about in the market place shopping for fresh fruits and talking among his people.
It was a beautiful summer day, the sky was blue, birds were chirping, a pleasant breeze passed the commons. People were bartering, and children were playing games. There was a tattooed man offering six silver coins for a vase worth ten silver coins. The tradesman would not settle for anything less than ten pieces, so the tattooed buyer offered six silver coins and an evening with his wife. The tradesman pondered the proposal.
Nearby, a pair of boys struck at each other with masterly handcrafted wooden swords. Another pair was gathering leather armor and trying it on. Boys will be boys. Of course they wanted to spar. An older group of boys, one tall and the other of average height, mounted horses and were about to joust.
The ladies had picked fresh flowers from the main garden and were spreading their sweet scents all around the town. They collected tailoring supplies and new linens to fix their men’s tattered clothes. Occasionally, they would glance up at the boys on horseback with eyes fluttering. A young damsel with sparkling ruby red hair handed the tall boy on horseback a white rose. He straightened his posture, stuck out his chest, and gingerly accepted the rose, Thank you, my fair lady.
She blushed and all the girls within hearing distance started to chuckle. He pressed the rose next to his heart and bowed his head. I am Drake Redhorn. I’m afraid to ask your name for it may not be as beautiful as you.
Her blush now turned as bright red as her hair, and she giggled. The ladies awed
and stared with wide open and curious eyes to see what would happen next. A horn blew and Drake quickly covered his face with armor and darted toward his opponent. Their lances struck one another in the massive armor covering their chests. Neither rider fell off their mount. They reset positions and went after each other again. Drake pressed his lance into his foe’s chest plate and sent him into a back flip off the horse. The dismounted rider carried the lance all the way to the ground until the thudding impact jerked his grip loose.
Drake led his mount over to his opponent’s side and said, That will be enough for the day, Simon.
He offered a hand and Simon accepted it.
Once standing, Simon said, One more go.
Drake eyed him up and down and asked, Are you sure?
Yes. Yes, I am sure. One more time.
Both boys mounted their horses and went to opposite ends. The horn blew and the mounts charged. Drake’s lance dipped a little low and missed Simon altogether while Simon’s struck Drake centered in the chest and threw him clear off the rear of the steed. Simon dismounted, walked over to Drake and repeated, Yes. Yes, I am sure!
Both boys laughed and walked off the field.
A roaring thunder sounded in the distance from the castle. The guards looked at one another and shrugged. None of them could see anything from their watch posts so they assumed it was the skies. The thunder clapped again and, this time, it was much louder. There were storm clouds to the north; yet, the clouds were too far to be making thunder audible from their posts. The thundering noises became louder and more frequent, and the ground started to rumble. They pointed at a stream line of upturned dirt heading straight for the castle walls. Several feet before the walls, a giant green worm popped out of the ground and swayed toward one of the watchtowers. The two guards inside had been knocked clear out before they could even ready their weapons. Their bodies thumped against the cobblestone street below. The worm swayed toward the adjacent watchtower, whipping into its side, and forcing the tower to crumble. The guards had already abandoned post after seeing what had happened to the other. They sounded the alarm, unsheathed their great swords, and attacked the slithering beast.
Another explosion sounded nearby. A giant round stone had crashed into the castle’s wall, chunks of rock flew through the air, and dust clouded the surroundings.
The guards parried the vicious worm’s attacks and the falling debris. They skittered across the ground and spread out. Each of them positioned on opposite sides now, they charged in at full speed hoping to get a clean kill. The worm whipped around sending one guard into the air while the other guard slashed through its body. A greenish brown fluid oozed from the wound and it continued to sway.
Another giant stone hit the north wall. More debris and dust flew up, filling the air and making it near impossible to see through. The stones weren’t any ordinary stones either. They were a transparent black with a mysterious glow, almost as if they were burning with fire from within.
The streets of Centuria filled with people. Drake and Simon heard the battle calls and the wall crashing down. Drake looked to the ladies and then to Simon. He said, Get them to safety. The city is under attack!
Simon listened to Drake and escorted the ladies away from the north wall where the attack was taking place. Drake took a long look at the redheaded damsel before she went away. He mounted and proceeded to the front gate.
A worm longer than the height of the watchtower was attacking the walls and the men. Drake pulled back his lance and tossed it like a javelin piercing all the way through the worm. He did not have another weapon with him, so he caught up to Simon and escorted the girls to a safer place. Drake and Simon guided them to a small house on the far side of the city. While waiting for orders from the army, Simon and Drake gathered their swords from their own homes. The ladies stayed in the house far from the battle ready to flee at any moment.
A thin, horizontal dark line appeared over the ridge. In moments, it became a thick wavy line. Demons. The guards at the north wall about faced and ran for the great hall. On their way, they warned the townsfolk to go indoors and get any weapons handy or prepare to evacuate. They ran into the great hall and asked the king’s squire to get King Katimi immediately. By this time, King Katimi had finished shopping in the market and was in his private kitchen putting away the fresh produce. The squire hurriedly told King Katimi that the guards needed him right away. King Katimi dropped what he was doing and went swiftly to the great hall where the guards were anxiously waiting.
Still out of breath, the guards stood in front of King Katimi. He offered them a quick drink and asked them to report. They simultaneously said, Demons!
One of them continued, Giant worm-like creatures are attacking the walls, and balls of fire are being launched into the baileys as well.
The king raised his brow and murmured, Hmmm.
He ordered his clergy to summon his generals immediately. The reporting guards were told to standby.
Moments later, the Generals Gathar and Yiorn entered the hall in ivory and silver armor. Although their armor shone, it had seen its days in battle with dents and scratches in places that would have dealt fatal blows to the wearer if not for the armor.
General Gathar spoke first, How can we be at your service, Your Majesty?
King Katimi repeated the situation that he had just learned.
Gathar towered over the other general but he did not look down on him. He ran his hand through his graying hair and said, We must do what we can to hold off the demons.
General Yiorn replied, We do not have many men.
His short beard twitched as he spoke and he adjusted the rare black dragon dagger at his side.
Gathar responded, If we can get the clerics to help we may have a chance.
His words were unsettling. The generals found no glory or honor in using magic for war but the demons had pushed them into making no other choice. The demons were powerful beings, and they showed no mercy. Personally, Gathar hated magic and didn’t fully trust anyone who used it.
King Katimi chimed in, Do what you must. General Gathar, you have full command of our resources here.
Gathar’s lips tightened. He knew that the king’s statement meant Centuria was in danger of being completely wiped out of existence. King Katimi had never given any army full access to all available resources. Tell all women and children to stay indoors but prepare to move at a moment’s notice. Warn anyone capable of fighting to arm themselves with whatever can be used as a weapon.
Yes, Your Majesty.
The two generals answered. The king waved his hand and dismissed them. They exited the great hall and gathered the few warriors remaining within the city’s walls.
Lining up along the castle walls, armed civilians and experienced warriors shivered. They stared at the approaching dark line. The demons were getting closer and the sounds of demonic grunts mixed with the creaking of catapults that rolled along. A stream line of dirt moved quickly toward the wall. Another worm was coming and Gathar shouted the order, Prepare to attack!
The ground burst open, and a monstrous brown worm erupted from the hole. It waved back and forth knocking many men off their feet, and then it crashed into what remained of the castle wall. The well-crafted masonry fell and the men scattered. Gathar yelled his next order, Attack!
Warriors surrounded the monster and swarmed in on it. Armed civilians stood around waiting for their moment to join the battle or flee. Swords and axes left large cuts and green fluid oozed from the wounds. The worm started to falter. It crashed into the castle wall one more time then collapsed. Now, there was a huge opening in the castle’s sturdy outer wall, leaving the inner section of the city open to a full on takeover. The defenders knew they had to guard the opening and they gathered around it forming a human barrier.
The blurry dark line turned into an army of demons. Crimson eyes stared. Centuria’s citizens heard snorts and grunts arise from the invaders as their line advanced toward the castle.
The demons approached at an amazingly fast speed and atop the humans in seconds. Sounds of colliding metal filled the air as the humans held their shields up the best they could against the demons’ rage and strength. The demons overpowered the front line within minutes. Catapults continued to launch burning stones into the city. Another worm burst out of the ground. Then it whipped at the warriors madly. Many fell. The first warrior to get struck lost his head and it tumbled, bounced, and disappeared unnoticed into a crowd of battling madness. Gathar called for his men to retreat further into the city. They were no