I’m still perfecting my craft and part of the reason for joining Writers Forum was to rekindle the enjoyment of creative writing. The concept for Inception Trilogy started life in 2002 with an original synopsise and three chapters shown to a publisher. Its first airing as a semi-completed work left it sitting on the shelf while I pursued other interests. So this seems as good a time as any to overhaul the text as it never quite fulfilled my aspirations at the time.
The storyline is in the guise of an investigative high adventure. It unfolds through a series of archaeological finds, translation of ancient scripts and developments in modern science. The principle characters and their friends are tasked with recovering ancient relic’s. This leads to the discovery of a dark secret from prehistory. Therefore, the search is on to find a way of changing events in the past to save humanity from an impending extinction.
The journey begins:- The Sebtin Lords were masters of the light. The Elders, their descendants fashioned the Stones of Light to preserve their knowledge, but in doing so they triggered something both wonderful and deadly.
Book One - Prophecy end of innocence.
Short Synopsis:- Set in the modern era - Mark and Rhian in returning a lost fueros to the son of a Basque aristocrat realise their fate is bound to a family Prophecy. A journey is undertaken to reunite the Stones of Light and reawaken their ancient knowledge.
Opening Chapter - part one
It had been a long journey, taking many moons since the three had left Alullin. Sentag stood on top of the sand dune overlooking the beach. It had taken all of the previous day to traverse the hinterland from the southern coastal township of Zacro. Their journey had taken them north-west to the very tip of the island. There lay the remains of a small fishing village long abandoned. Here the sea’s cold fingers of early winter’s ice stretched out to meet the land. Sol was approaching mid autumn and the nights had not yet fully drawn in, yet already there were places where the ice had gripped the beach. Sentag watched as the heavily cloaked figures of Henrac and Bengathad made their way down to the shoreline.
Along the narrow strip between land and sea lay the remnants of several boats. Their rotting and broken keels, rib tips, stem, and stern posts poking out of the ice and snow. Henrac and Bengathad walked up and down the foreshore until coming to a place where the ice seemed thickest. The two halted, turned and waited for Sentag to join them. Henrac then walked out from the beach, stopping every now and then testing the strength of the ice. When he was satisfied, he strode out some distance from the shore. Turning he beckoned to the others to follow.
His companions came more cautiously testing the ice every few steps. Tap, tap, tapping the surface with their strangely fashioned staffs. To any observer their antics might have seemed almost comical. Farther out from the shore, they tested the ice less and less. Soon the three strangers with their long hooded cloaks were small dots on the horizon. Far out from the shore the icescape became more uneven. Winds had blown last year’s broken ice flows into small hillocks.
Yet the travellers continued at an even pace without stopping until dusk. Then the three rested. A light fall of snow began. Even though they spoke softly, their speech carried across the silent landscape. The sound of their voices was almost tuneful, but there was an underlining urgency in their discussion. There was a foreboding that transcended the more pleasant tones of their conversation. After a while, the three fell silent waiting for the moon to rise.
As time passed, the light fall of snow gradually thinned and began to fizzle out. Majestically the moon broke through the cloud cover and bathed the ice once more in a white brilliance. An unexpected cry came from Henrac, the others turned to follow his gaze. On the horizon far to the north was a streak of light, red, and gold in colour and already fading. Another flash of red and gold came and went. As if drawn to this beacon the strangers raised themselves up and moved off.
For the next three days and nights, the strange company trekked slowly northward. On the fourth day as Sol rose, its rays illuminated an island with high cliffs rising from out of the ice. The cloaked travellers’ quickened their pace and by late morning they were approaching the base of the island’s cliffs. There they found their way barred by a dense mist.
The three conversed for a long time as if checking and rechecking their bearings. Then convinced of their deliberations they moved forward into the island’s shroud. They had walked perhaps a thousand cubits when the mist started to thin, then rapidly cleared. Tall cliffs on either side opened out to reveal a glass smooth stretch of frozen water. In the distance stood a high mountain and at its foot a harbour. Beyond buildings stretched inland to either side, houses of grand design. Then half lost in the mountains high mists and near to its peak stood what could only be described as a great temple. A great flash of gold and red shot skywards the mists that rose about and behind the temple illuminated by their colours. In timely response, they felt the vibration of the mountains rumble as it passed underneath their feet.
Sentag then spoke, “behold the Holy Island of the Lords of Light, and sanctum of their ancient knowledge.”
In respect, Sentag together with his two companions went down on their knees. They bowed low towards the mountain, the great tower of stone at the islands centre. Then Sentag recited the ancient promise in the common tongue.
“To all who encompass the spirit I will endow knowledge, wisdom and a path to eternal peace.”