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An exciting, lovable story about kingdoms, empires, war, and a family broken apart.Ekarto, a young man from the poor Silk Village is determined to find out if the Kingdom of Eldonville is truly a real civilisation, a powerful dynasty only told in rumours and tales. With his trusty friend Ayron, they go to satisfy Ekarto's curiosity and lo and behold Eldonville is a real kingdom! And Ekarto is the heir! But they also find out a horrible truth.As Prince of Eldonville, Ekarto must avenge his father of his death and put an end to his uncle, Emperor Okoto, who killed his father Okarto for the throne. But how can he if Okoto has such enormous power? All that is left with the Spirits who guide Ekarto and his friends through an adventure of new friendships, battles, finding long-lost family, and an empire sought out to destroy Ekarto.Can Okarto be avenged?Will Ekarto survive?Could Okoto finally get rid of all his hurdles and be the king he truly wanted to be?

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
Date de parution	30 novembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781398459021
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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L egend of E karto: T he S tones A rise
Iffat Bhuiyan
Austin Macauley Publishers
2022-11-30
Legend of Ekarto: The Stones Arise Legend of Ekarto: The Stones Arise About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgement Prologue The Mountain The Path Eldonville The City of Eldon Leaftor’s Revelation The Tando Ingots Ekarto’s Mother Okarto Is Dead Home Sweet Home The Dream The Forest Kingdom The Forest Queen Journey to Harro Who’s Who? The Duke of Harro The Magic Shop Kidnapped The Fleet Battle Battle of Kuyterc Kuyterc Desert The Festival of Tao Ayron, the Teacher Vragos The Stones Arise
Legend of Ekarto: The Stones Arise
Hey, I’m Iffat! I wrote this book. Now, before you read this, let me give my fellow readers a simple note:
THIS WAS NOT INSPIRED BY AVATAR.
No, not those blue guys, whatever they were. The AVATAR show. Aang, Sokka, Katara, the lot. This surprisingly was never inspired by that series! (But I do love it greatly.) I was surprised when I watched the show and thought, Woah. My book is so similar! But I will not lie about the fact that some names have been inspired by the epic lego universe Bionicle . You’ll see how soon! I feel my book revolves around many themes and has been influenced by many stories – too many to count. So, enjoy reading because there is certainly more to keep coming from this franchise and maybe even more separate stories to come for all to enjoy.
About the Author
Iffatzaman Bhuiyan was born in Rome and moved to London. He is a creative and ambitious teenager who studies in secondary school. His interests include drawing, writing, composing music and history and culture. When he’s not writing, he tends to draw, make and/or listen to music, play games (mostly flight simulators and historical shooters) or scour the internet for Italian courses (he has forgotten it all). He lives with his parents, his twin brother and his elder sister. And whilst he has no pet, he either dreams of having a cat, a hawk, or a Royal Bengal tiger (because why not).
Dedication
I dedicate this book to my family and all those who have supported me. Your help is what helped this book become what it is today.
Copyright Information ©
Iffat Bhuiyan 2022
The right of Iffat Bhuiyan to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with sections 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.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781398459007 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781398459021 (ePub e-book)
ISBN 9781398459014 (Audiobook)
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First Published 2022
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Acknowledgement
Thanks to the publishers for helping me realise a dream I thought would never come true, my family for reaching out to publishers to publish this book, my friends who read extracts and gave me more ideas to work with, and all the people in the team who designed, edited, marketed, and evolved this book from a Word document into an actual book.
Prologue
He lied in the crib, unharmed, crying and kicking his feet.
Ekarto was just born, two months earlier than he was supposed to. His mother was lying in a bed made from some twigs, logs and an even layer of fabrics, silk and cotton. She was unconscious. Alive but under a spell. Surrounding her was Ekarto’s uncle, Okoto; his late dad’s friend, Leaftor and some clerics from the castle. Ekarto’s dad was dead. Killed in a battle, everyone said.
Okoto stared at the new-born. His innocent eyes gleaming in the sun. His eyes were unusually pale – he was born blind. That ran in the family. Everyone was born blind until a couple of days had passed. It was nothing to worry about. That’s what the clerics said.
Leaftor also stared at the new-born. He was ecstatic that his late friend’s son was just born. He was covered in blood after the birth, but all Leaftor could see was Ekarto’s dad. It was an unusual feeling to look at a baby and see a grown man in him, but Ekarto seemed to be the closest thing to his dad Leaftor had now.
The clerics were wiping the blood off Ekarto’s body ever so gently as not to hurt the baby. Ekarto was breathing deeply, even though it hurt every time he breathed. His mother was gaining consciousness slowly, and Ekarto didn’t know it, but he wanted to be with his mother more than ever. The clerics helped his mother up and sat her up slightly with some extra cushions. She looked at her son for the first time, and joy filled her. She couldn’t hold back from holding him, even if her arms ached with every move.
“I’m here, Ekarto. I’m always here.” She slowly rubbed Ekarto’s back to let him go to sleep. But he wasn’t going to sleep for long.
Okoto was walking to his guards and was talking to them. He kept looking to the baby and back at the guard he was talking to. It looked suspicious to Leaftor, but he decided to leave it and look back at the baby. He still couldn’t believe his friend’s son was born. It truly was unbelievable.
Ekarto started to feel sleepy. His eyelids became heavy, and his breathing reduced to slow, calm breaths. His mother was tired but happy. She was holding her son in her arms. Out of nowhere, two guards came to Ekarto’s mother. They looked stern and were here for serious business.
“Lady Okinara, we must take the baby to the palace. He will be showered there, be greeted by the ministers and then be able to sleep with you.”
“It’s fine, guard. I want him to stay with me for a bit longer.”
“Lady Okinara, it is an order from Emperor Okoto.”
“Tell him I want Ekarto to stay with me. Dismissed, guard.”
The guard scowled at Okinara and grabbed for the child. Okinara was startled, and Leaftor threw him to the other side. The other guard tried his best to grab Ekarto, but Leaftor shot a vine from the ground and up through the guard’s stomach. He was born with the power of controlling vines and leaves. Three other guards dashed towards Leaftor and charged with halberds. Leaftor used the nearby trees’ leaves to throw the guards back to the streets. Then he knew what to do.
“Okinara, I have to take Ekarto. He cannot stay here, it’s too dangerous for him.”
“No, Leaftor! He will stay with me!” Leaftor grunted and reluctantly snatched Ekarto from Okinara. Ekarto was startled and started to cry for his mother. Two guards chased Leaftor down the grounds, and three guards restrained Okinara. She screamed from the top of her lungs for her son. But Ekarto was too far away.
Leaftor slowed down as he walked down a mountain. He made sure to keep Ekarto safe. He was sleeping from exhaustion of screaming and crying. He could hear the footsteps of the guards, so he grew huge vines from the ground and created a rigid wall of vines and leaves. No one could go through the wall except if they were born with the same powers Leaftor had, and no one around had the powers.
Leaftor walked tirelessly until he found a boat floating on a lake. It was a small dingy, tied securely to a pole. Leaftor slashed the rope with a vine and sat in the boat. He used his powers to make the seaweed under him push the boat.
He knew exactly where he was going to send Ekarto.
The Mountain
“Right, you ready?”
Ekarto looked up at Mt Korkatar. It was the famed mountain that would apparently hold the mysterious and legendary Eldonville Kingdom. The mountain that Ekarto dreamed of climbing.
The Silk villagers hated Eldonville for whatever reason that Ekarto wasn’t allowed to know. However, his people’s hatred for Eldonville did not stop his love for this great civilisation. Of its monarchs, its people, its wars and legends, its religions, so much all in just one kingdom. He was ecstatic when the priests in Silk Village told him he could go there, but he had to return before the sun sets – or else spirits would roam around and cause pandemonium.
Ekarto walked up to the mountain, looking at his best friend, Ayron, who was also going to go up the mountain with him. Ayron had never heard of Eldonville but going on a mountain trip is fun when your best friend is with you. And climbing this mountain wasn’t going to be so hard. After all, Ayron just had to fly up. He was born with the power of air, so he could simply fly up. Ekarto was born with fire which would give him a serious boost in going up the mountain, but he wanted to climb the mountain himself. After all, how often do you get to climb a mountain to a semi-fictional kingdom?
“This is going to be so cool. Going up a mountain and then entering a kingdom that I’ve never heard of? That’s the type of adventure I like!” Ayron exclaimed.
“Well, you better make sure you don’t fall off – oh, wait.”
“EXACTLY. I CAN FLY UP THIS HUGE ROCK. Why must you forget that I have the power of air? For starters, I’m wearing these epic robes, which clearly have air symbols on them.”
“Okay, calm down you big baby. So, for the last time, are you ready?” Ekarto asked, a slight trail of confidence in his voice.
“You bet I am, you cow!”
“Hey. I’m not a cow.”
“I know you aren’t. JUST LIKE I’M NOT BORN WITH FIRE, I’M BORN IN AIR.” Ayron jabbed at Ekarto’s arm, painfully enough to make Ekarto wince at the pain and brush off the imaginary bruise.
“Okay, that tells me you are ready.” Ekarto and Ayron glowed, their ey