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Prince Lexxendae Tal`Dier's life is a monotonous pattern of learning and training, he's a prince of the dark elven city of Tserindyn and has not known much else. Unbeknown to the world, Lexx's mother is a banished demi-goddess and before long, the prince will pray for the predictable rhythm of his upbringing. A darkness stirs in Tserindyn and within the heart of Lexx. Soon the prince will find himself on the outside, looking in as the queen makes her move for power. In his time of need, will Lexx be willing to lose himself and unleash the demon inside, or can he trust in the friendship of the races on Nath'atarya to face the growing evil?

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	28 février 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528948197
Langue	English

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The Dark Prince
The Beginning
Kyle Jackson
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-02-28
The Dark Prince About the Author Dedication Copyright Information Acknowledgements Prologue Chapter 1: Many Years Earlier – Xeron’s Exile On the Pantheon Chapter 2: Xeron’s Progression Chapter 3: The Beginning of the End On the Pantheon Chapter 4: By the Word of an Avatar On the Pantheon Chapter 5: The Brothers Tal’Dier Chapter 6: A Prince’s Life Chapter 7: Boys Will Be Boys, Even Princes and Demi-Gods Chapter 8: Mother Superior Chapter 9: An Offer On the Pantheon Chapter 10: Trial for Treason Chapter 11: Deserved Fate Chapter 12: Leave It All Behind On the Pantheon Chapter 13: Unlikely Allies Chapter 14: The Might of the Myst Chapter 15: Sweet Solitude at Last On the Pantheon Chapter 16: The Turning of the Tides Chapter 17: Jahred’s Clutch Chapter 18: Murland Chapter 19: And Then There Was One On the Pantheon Chapter 20: Who Needs Enemies with Friends Like These? Chapter 21: Ancient Foes Chapter 22: In the Dog House Chapter 23: To Helmudain Chapter 24: Kein’Lei Chapter 25: The Princes’ Trials Trial 1: The Sky Dragon and the Gate of Helmudain Trial 2: The Earth Dragon, the Rock and a Hard Place Trial 3: The Water Dragon and the Mind Mage Trial 4: The Fire Dragon and the Remnants of the Dwarven Race On the Pantheon Preview: The Dark Prince – Catharsis Prologue Chapter 1: The Coast Road to Port Fidora
About the Author
Kyle has a young daughter named Eve, he is from North West England, he is a software developer by day and avid fantasy enthusiast by night. The author left Staffordshire University with a master’s degree in Computer Games Design and what started out as a game idea, evolved into a high fantasy spanning thousands of years, numerous islands and many diverse characters.
Dedication
To my beautiful daughter, Eve.
Copyright Information
Copyright © Kyle Jackson (2019)
The right of Kyle Jackson to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781788789790 (Paperback)
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First Published (2019)
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Acknowledgements
Firstly, to Simon Mapletoft, without him the world of Nath’atarya would be half as populated and nowhere near as interesting; he co-created the world and his future books on the history of Nath’atarya will be worth watching out for.
I must thank my family for their constant support all throughout my life and making me the person I am today.
Thank you to Austin Macauley for making the book the finely crafted material it is today and supporting me through the process of turning my dream into a reality.
Finally, I would like to thank Timpson Ltd and their ‘Dreams Come True’ foundation for their kind support and help in making this book possible.
Prologue
“Aaaargh!” Xeron screamed around the wood in her mouth, it was getting close to the thirteenth hour of her labour yet it had felt like days.
“Just watch the candle and bite the wood, it’ll help with the pain,” the priest timidly replied to her anguished wails.
“You try it!” she mumbled around the wood, “Aaaaaaaaaargh!” Another wave of pain.
The woman’s eyes, blurred from tears, panned around the stone room that served as the priest’s healing quarters; her gaze moved past the priest, a virtual stranger with his head between her legs, eventually settling on her husband, the dark elven King Kiel’Dyn Tal’Dier of Tserindyn. The room was full of tables, shelves and alcoves of books and potions, the proud woman had turned down any sort of pain relief and regretted it more with each passing hour.
“It’ll be okay,” he said to her through a weak smile.
The pained queen had never felt more inclined to hurt her husband, instead she responded with a venomous look; he squeezed her hand and looked away.
The agony shot through her again, from the epicentre in her hips, shooting like waves through her body, anguish like she never thought possible; she screamed and gripped her husband’s hand tighter. The king winced, but gave her another weak smile. Pathetic mortal , she thought, before her mind was drawn back to the current situation with another wave of agonising muscle convulsions.
“PUSH!” the priest shouted.
“I AM!” she replied through gritted teeth and splintering wood.
“You just need to breathe, push a few more times, we are nearly there, my queen!”
The mother-to-be spat out the splintered wood so she could put more emphasis on the point, “I AM PUSHING!” she screamed.
The queen let go of her husband’s hand so she could clench her fist without him whimpering. She squeezed her hands in to tight balls and pushed with all of the strength she could muster; suddenly relief washed over her and the pain was gone, relatively speaking. Xeron’s divine blood began to mend what was broken and finally her body could rest.
“It’s a healthy baby boy,” the priest said as the new-born started to take its first breaths and cry, “What will you call him, my lord?”
“Well,” King Tal’Dier said, looking between his wife and the priest, “I had rather hoped he could be named Dyn’Kiel to carry on our family’s naming tradition. He would have my given name – Kiel and Dyn would honour the name of my father Dyn’Xan.”
The woman realised in her hours of pain and anguish she had forgotten herself. She was Xeron, a demi-god of divine heritage, the daughter of the god of war and the queen of Tserindyn. Yet here she was lay in just her bed clothes on a wooden table in a stone room with her legs in the air. The queen visibly strengthened her visage and sat up in the bed, she took the baby from the priest and ordered him to fetch her some clothes.
“No,” she said, “I could never understand the strange way you Tal’Dier named yourselves. I want it to be called Lexxendae, remember? I always liked that name,” her voice was sweet, loving and yet somehow menacing.
“Ah. Yes, that is a nice name too… Lexxendae it is then, Lexxendae Tal’Dier,” the King reluctantly agreed and averted his gaze to the floor.
Kiel’Dyn looked over Xeron’s shoulder at his child, wondering what the future will hold for the new-born.
Normally in the world of Graeth, gods would reside in the vast expanse of planes known to the mortals as the Pantheon; even demi-gods would call this collection of planes their home.
Xeron’s life had proven different, due to a judgement of the higher beings, she has been bound to the mortal realm on an island called Nath’atarya. This was not Xeron’s ideal life, but thanks to the new-born, Lexx, she was well on her way to achieving her ultimate goal, unrivalled power.

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Chapter 1: Many Years Earlier – Xeron’s Exile
Xeron sat on the edge one of her father’s fountains, within a vast plane he called home on the Pantheon of gods, looking into the water.
Boagh, the god of war and Xeron’s divine father, had a great love for beauty and so had vast gardens of sculptures, fountains, meadows and streams.
With just a thought Xeron could use her divine heritage to allow her a view of the mortal realm, the material plane, in the clear waters of the fountain.
The demi-god watched a woman at work, a barbarian woman, she was a queen of the Tribe of the Snow Tiger settlement from the frozen northern reaches of Nath’atarya. The Barbarian woman held herself well, beauty still prominent even though she had seen over forty harsh winters on the tundra. Xeron watched as she commanded young, powerful warriors at least three times her weight; she had seen this so many times before and yet the fiery spirit of this woman still impressed her.
Xeron often watched this lady; Boagh said her name was Bethine, he told her the barbarian woman was her mortal mother. The young demi-goddess could not contest this heritage, for if anyone was to see Xeron they would swear they were looking upon the soft features of a younger Bethine. The pair shared many features; a tall strong and shapely figure, razor sharp jawline, hard eyes and long, thick, red hair. The most striking difference between the women was a mark of Xeron’s heritage, the symbol of Boagh, a war hammer shaped birthmark, forever branded on her upper right arm.
Bethine had been an offering to Boagh before the tribe had been attacked by a small army of giants from the neighbouring region of Orgoth. Nine months later, Xeron was born. Two weeks after the birth, an avatar of Boagh’s came to claim the child. As a divine being, the demi-goddess had to live out her days on the Pantheon.
Life on the Pantheon suited Xeron, she had always felt a lust for power that living amongst the gods afforded her. From the upper planes she could watch and easily control events happening in the material world.
The demi-goddess changed the image in the pool with a small effort of will to a human settlement she knew to be Murlock. The young goddess liked to play games in this village, she found humans entertaining and today she chose to find her fun in the stables; using her divine powers she entered the mind of a horse and started to entice it to neigh, buck and break free of its bonds. The horse’s mind was no match for the divine intervention and began its work as her puppet.
Xeron clapped, delighted with herself, as she watched the horse kick one of the walls of the stable down and send villagers scattering. She was smiling as she looked down on the village that was unprepared for th