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Prophecies in my Fantasy Novel

Posted in Book 1 - The Third Dragon, Book 2 - The Raven's Fire, The Dukarian Legacy - Fantasy Novels with tags , , , , , on May 5, 2012 by Dawn Ross

As promised last week in my post on how to write a prophecy for a fantasy novel, here are a few of the prophecies in my books, “The Third Dragon” and “The Raven’s Fire”. First, “The Third Dragon”.

The Third Dragon Part of the Prophecy of Peace
This is part of the prophecy which is prevalent throughout the fantasy novel series. You will find that some characters remember the words differently and interpret them in their own way.

Blood is drawn; the choice is made,
And a red moon rises followed by an eclipse of the sun.
The fate of the Third Dragon has been set into motion.
Destined to bring back magic,
The Third Dragon will grow to set the hidden Lion free.
Their lives intertwine bringing together two great legacies.
The ancient land will heal
When the blood of Dragon and blood of Lion freely combine.
Two sons will be born to continue the family line.

The Bird and Beast Prophecy

Wing of bird; wing of beast,
Come together and make their peace.
Arms as black as the night
Take the beast and show him the light.
If their paths do not cross,
None will be left to mourn the loss.

Beast of Darkness Prophecy

Ripping, tearing, burning, seething.
If it does not stop, the land will quit breathing.
Beast of Darkness; Child of Light.
The son of the Dragon can set the world right.
Death and ruin will come to all,
If the Dragon is not there to break its fall.

Blood is Drawn Prophecy

To change the order of things to be,
A man will try to defy destiny.
He will bring harm to those so near.
Yet shed not a single tear.
That is when the blood will spill,
When the choice is made to kill.

Now from “The Raven’s Fire”.

The Raven's FireThe Dragon Riddle
This isn’t so much as a prophecy as it is vague instructions on how to get to a dragon’s lair. In my second fantasy novel, “The Raven’s Fire”, Lord Kildas must go to a distant place and steal an egg of a dragon. “The Raven’s Fire” will be available soon as an e-book on Amazon (soon meaning within the next week or two).

Silver River’s end is where you begin.
Head northeast through the pass of Borden.
Sleep at dusk, awake at dawn.
For ten perilous days you will travel on.
Whether you live or die
Will depend on these clues you apply:
Mix dirty with clean
To make the invisible seen.
Turn dark into light
At the fairies invite.
Travel from above to under
Into the crystal wonder.
Go right then left
After passing the cleft.
The angels are witches,
So don’t give them kisses.
In you have come, now out you go.
Follow the headstones in the snow.
Ice on fire,
Beware the dragon’s ire.

The Curse of Magic Prophecy
Magic to heal causes pain. If this same magic is used to harm someone, creates pleasure. What if our hero has to hurt someone with his magic in order to save someone else? Will he discover the pleasure of it and fall into the trap? This is all answered in “The Raven’s Fire”.

The Dragon will be tempted to kill
By using his magical skill.
But even for a good cause,
He will be breaking ancient laws.
Magic used to heal could turn into a curse.
If it is used to kill, the fate of man will be worse.
For the Brother of Death will gain his release,
And bring an end to the Prophecy of Peace.

Most of these prophecies are from my first two books in the Dukarian Legacy fantasy novel Please visit Amazon.com now for “The Third Dragon” available in both e-book and paperback form. “The Raven’s Fire” is now available on Amazon as an e-book. Both are available on my author page for D. R. Ross.

Song of the North – Art and Short Story by D.R. Ross © 2008

Posted in Other Stories with tags , on February 23, 2011 by Dawn Ross

Song of the North

"Song of the North" by D. R. Ross (c)

“Song of the North”
A mythical story of the Wolf and Sky, inspired by Native American legends.
(Facts on wolves to follow)
Story and art by D.R. Ross
© February, 2008

 

            In a time long ago when the earth was new and the land was still dark, a mysterious shadow lurked in the mountainous woodlands.  He was all alone, an enigmatic creature searching for his place in the world.  The land was cool but his coat was thick.  His snout was long and his nose sensitive to the fresh clean scent of the forest.  His ears were tall and pointed, enabling him to hear the wind whispering through the trees.  But no other sounds came to him as he prowled the night.  His golden-yellow eyes were still useless in this very dark world for there was no light to see by.

            He called himself Wolf, though how he came by this name he knew not.  No mother or father brought him into this world.  He simply came into being.  He was all alone as he traveled over desolate mountains and across cold icy rivers.  As the eternal night wore on and on, he searched in hope for other beasts.

            When Wolf came upon the tallest and oldest mountain, he asked Mountain if it had seen any other creatures pass its way.  But Mountain remained silent.  So Wolf asked Wind, but Wind spoke too softly for Wolf to hear.  Wolf continued his journey until one long and lonely night he came upon River.  Wolf asked River if any beasts ever drank from its waters, but River sang in words that Wolf did not understand.  Wolf even asked Tree and Stone, but none could give him the answer he sought.

            When Wolf emerged from the forest, he found himself upon a tall precipice overlooking the land.  But the land was just as empty as the forest had been.  Wolf sat down in despondency and hung his head down low.  A hollow sadness crept over him.  Loneliness began to crush his spirited soul.

            With a swell of emotion, Wolf looked up into the dark barren sky and began to sing a slow and mournful song.  So moving was this song that Sky began to wake from its long empty sleep.  As Wolf sang of his desire for companionship, Sky became overwhelmed with pity.  It shared the solitude of Wolf but knew not what to do.  So with the same heartbreaking sentiments, Sky began to weep.

            Then something miraculous began to take place.  An eternal and infinite entity such as Sky does not cry ordinary tears.  Its tears are full of magic.  As its tears fell, some turned into points of light in the sky and some settled onto the land, igniting into a spark of life.

            Slowly, the song of Wolf grew to its climax.  And in the final moment of anguish, Sky released one last giant tear.  This tear became the moon.  The moon was so bright that Wolf ended his song in wonder.  With the help of the moon, Wolf’s golden-yellow eyes were finally able to penetrate the darkness.  And what he saw was even more amazing than the sight of the moon.

            Wolf was no longer alone.  The sparks of life given by Sky had become other creatures.  All around him were other wolves who began to sing their songs of joy.  Wolf grinned with delight as one by one his brothers greeted him.  No longer was Wolf alone.  His heart filled with delight as he and his brothers sang, danced, and played.

            Sky, too, realized that it was no longer alone.  The stars and moon became its companions and together they watched the celebrations of the wolf pack.  With a happiness of its own, Sky also began to dance.  The magic of its dance created another magical entity.  Waves of color ignited in the wake of Sky’s dance.  Today we call this dance of light Aurora.

            So if you ever travel to the north where half the year is shrouded in darkness, just remember the myth of Wolf and Sky and how their sadness eventually turned into joy.  Gaze upon the moon and stars and listen to the wolves sing them their praises.  And watch Aurora with gladness as she dances to the Song of the North.

“Song of the North” is copyrighted by D.R. Ross, 2008.

Interesting wolf facts:

  • Wolves are highly social animals who generally live in complex family units dominated by an alpha male and female.
  • Wolves are known to survive in just about every climate except jungle and desert.
  • Wolves can travel alone or in packs.  Packs can range anywhere from 3 to 30 wolves.
  • Wolves are nocturnal hunters.
  • Wolves are excellent long-distant hunters.  They can follow prey all day and night if necessary.
  • The howling of wolves is thought to proclaim territories to other packs or to communicate to those within the same pack.
  • Lone wolves do not howl.
  • The strong jaws of a wolf are able to bite through bones.
  • People are in more danger with dogs than with wolves.