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The war of the gods, Dalgot and Zathiria, has spilled over onto the planet known as Yugerith. The tyrant goddess Zathiria rules over Yugerith with ruthless pride and a craving for servitude. The only way to end this war and return Yugerith to the inhabitants is to return Dalgot's medallion to him. Years pass as this war wages onward with no end in sight, until one day, off in the southern farmlands, a young woman unsuspectingly finds the medallion and will soon be flung into a world filled with wizards, magic, dragons, and adventures that she never thought possible. She quickly discovers that she is the only one who has the power to overthrow Zathiria and free Yugerith. The question is: will having her friends at her side and the faith of the gods at her back be enough to help her prevail?

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	30 novembre 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781645369905
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	3 Mo

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The Medallion Chronicles: Bloodlines
C.A. Jarest
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-11-30
The Medallion Chronicles: Bloodlines About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Prelude The Gods of Yugerith Chapter One Chapter Two Twenty Years Later Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Index
About the Author
C.A. Jarest grew up in a tiny town in the state of New Hampshire. She had an average childhood, days spent exploring the woods among long summer nights. She started dabbling in writing in high school and continued through college and beyond. Writing has been a passion that has always been with Jarest and has propelled her desire forward. She now lives in Derry, enjoying life with family and crafting new stories.
Dedication
For Haleigh – the days might be hard but never forget your dreams. They might slip away for a short while but always pursue them in the end.
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C.A. Jarest (2020)
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Jarest, C.A.
The Medallion Chronicles: Bloodlines
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Prelude

The Gods of Yugerith
A long time ago when the universe was first created, there were eight gods, six of whom were born from the union of Dalgot, the father of all gods, and Amerithia, the mother to all the gods, barring Dalgot. These eight gods created the world called Yugerith. The three sons of Dalgot were Belgron the oldest, also known as The Sun God. Then Krothrin was the second-born son known to be The Keeper of the Stars, and then there was Ctholiean who because of his rank of being the third son and thirsty for his father’s affection became known as The God of War. Then there stood the three daughters. Flithera, the oldest daughter, had the unfortunate title of being the Goddess of Death. Aberithica, the second female child born was Goddess of the Winds and all that occupied its space. Last but certainly not least was the Goddess of Fire whose command of the temperamental element got her recognition from both of her parents, and still she was unhappy and jealous of her father.
One day, the mighty God Dalgot was wandering around Yugerith when he stumbled upon a muddy chunk of gold. He took the gold back to his tower where he then fashioned a magical medallion from the gold. As he carefully crafted the medallion, Dalgot infused into the gold the sacred Elvin waters of Aronlu and other things that he held dear to his heart. Dalgot then put his symbol on the medallion, a green dragon. As he wore the medallion over time, it would glow a brilliant green. Dalgot also noticed that as he wore the medallion, the jewel started to develop a consciousness. Somehow, the medallion had absorbed some of Dalgot’s life force. Amused by this, Dalgot went to the other Gods to tell them of his medallion. Dalgot then realized that some of the Gods would become jealous of his jewel and want to steal it. So Dalgot called upon his disciples and told them to hide the medallion on Yugerith and to protect it with their lives.
Zathiria awed with the medallion coveted it, wanting it for her own. She knew her father and knew he would hide it on Yugerith, the land of his spirit, in his disciples’ care. Finding it was not a difficult task and once she found it, the object of her infatuation and her father’s creation, she hid it away from her father’s eyes and his knowing. Under the guise of secret actions, Zathiria could not contain her desire to wear the medallion herself. Tentatively, she draped the golden cord around her neck. The weight of its importance touched her skin, and at that moment in a distant place, the Box of Rocza was released from its ancient shackles of containment. The Box of Rocza held all of Amerithias’ fury. As it is true of every earthly mother, so too can it be said of a goddess. Amerithia was not foreign to a mother’s temperate love and affection with her children, as she too could spill into a tirade of wrath when disobeyed by disobedient children. To protect Yugerith from her anger, the other gods harnessed her angst in a strong box, immune from the wear and tear of rage. So the medallion containing a portion of Dalgot’s essence knew it was stolen and triggered the prehistoric response of outrage contained in the Box of Rocza beyond the capacity of its heavy-laden chains, as it was placed around the youngest child of Dalgot and Amerithias’ neck. As a consequence of her shame and dishonor, a fraction of her soul was cast into the underworld with her sister Flithera to serve as her handmaiden while awaiting redemption or revenge. This would be her punishment for stealing from her father and betraying her mother’s love.
The gods tracked down Zathiria and took the medallion back to Dalgot. Angry with Zathiria, Dalgot and the gods waged war with her. This war lasted for almost eight hundred years when at last, Zathiria was defeated on the battle field of Deglume by Sorinth and his two twin brothers, Sovane and Sobrin. The night Zathiria’s body was killed was when all evil would no longer be able to terrorize the people of Yugerith. The evil creatures Zathiria had created were hunted down and exterminated from the world. Wazore, Dalgot’s primary disciple, decided to appoint each of the immortal brothers to rule over a kingdom. Sovane ruled the kingdom to the south, Sobrin ruled to the east, and Sorinth ruled to the north. To make sure that peace would be preserved, each brother agreed to marry a princess of another race. Sorinth married Betallina of the giants, Sobrin married Solvien of the avens, and Sovane married Galien of the elves. The three brothers ruled their kingdoms in peace for many, many years until Zathiria’s disciple Gellith emerged out of the darkness. Gellith invaded Sovane’s kingdom first in order to take back the medallion and again there was war. This war would last for centuries.
When news of the war reached Dalgot, he went to Wazore in order to protect his medallion yet again. Dalgot, afraid for his precious jewel, put a curse on it. No one but Dalgot or the guardian of the medallion would be able to wear it. Anyone else who touched it would die. As the war for the medallion continued, Zathiria was slowly gathering up her powers, the power to leave the underworld and to take the medallion back.
The night Zathiria’s body was killed was the night her body and soul became one again. Now that her body and soul had been rejoined, Zathiria would wait in the depths of the underworld as Gellith hunted down each of the guardians and killed them. The closer Gellith came to finding the guardians, the more power Zathiria gained, and soon she would be able to return to Yugerith. She waited eagerly to join in the hunt and to conquer Yugerith for herself.
Chapter One
“Sir, they have smashed through our barricade. We can’t hold them back for much longer!” the young man screamed over the explosions of cannons and the cries of dying men.
“Do what you can! They must not be allowed to get through!” yelled the commander at the young man. The commander couldn’t give up; his army had lasted for half a year so far. He had to hold the city. If they lost the city, then they would forever be defeated. He couldn’t let that happen.
“Yes sir!” shrieked the young man as he ran off to inform the troops, leaving the commander alone. The commander looked over his map of the battlefield again, as he knew there was no way they were going to win. He had lost too many men; they were outnumbered. Minutes later, the young man returned to the commander to inform him that the city was lost. They had been overrun.
“Sir!” the young man said as he rushed into the commander’s chambers.
“They have swarmed our troops; they are in the city now. We must draw back.” The young man was covered in blood and he had a look of fear in his eyes. This was a fear the commander knew all his troops held in their eyes and hearts. The commander knew he had to retreat.
“Alright, tell them to pull back,” the commander said, sitting back in his old beaten chair.
“Yes sir,” the young man said, turning to leave the commander once again.
“Wait. Before you go, I want you. I need you to do something for me.” The commander looked the young man square in the eyes.
“I need you to go to the northern post. There, you will find a man. Tell him the elk have fled.”
“Sir, what does that mean?” the young man asked.
“That doesn’t concern you. Just tell him and go quickly! We cannot waste