Keys of the Origin by Melissa A. Joy

Melissa A. Joy is a new fantasy author who challenges the conventional expectations of fantasy and takes them to a whole new level. It is no secret that she believes in the existence of all things fantastical and that anything is possible.

She began building the world of Aeldynn and started writing seriously aged approximately 13, and has since developed it into something truly magical worth sharing. From the glorious winged Drahknyr and wise and fearsome dragons to pirates of the high seas and a world rich with history and lore, her imagination could be said to be limitless.

When she isn’t locked in a reverie about what’s going on in the world of Aeldynn, she’s probably out sailing the high seas on a tall ship, gaming, or perhaps dressed up in costume at an anime convention.

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About the Book

In a world where ancient races still dwell,

the events of an age-old prophecy begin to stir.

From the pages of an antique tome,

there is much the ancients themselves have yet to learn.

The time has come for the Keys of the Origin to play their part in restoring balance to Aeldynn; but how will their choices affect the outcome?

Two young men; one a righteous law-abiding servant to the people, the other a distinguished outlaw, don't yet realise they are to play a part in a foretold bid for the future of Aeldynn. Fate leads them down a road they would never have dreamed of following; a road that leads them into a struggle to bring the world back into a state of balance from the precipice of madness and desolation.

It is not only Zehn and Larkh who are fated to take on the malevolent forces of Aeldynn; there are others who must join with them as they are coaxed into the embrace of the ancient Nays and the fabled Drahknyr, who are also entangled in the masterful puppeteering of a renegade sorceress hell-bent on reviving the greatest threat of all; Alymarn.

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The walkway to the central chamber of the Kaesan’Drahknyr came into view. The chasm below was deep, and at its bottom ran a narrow section of the largest river in western Aeldynn, the Aquelar. It was wide and deep enough for a large warship to sail through.

Madukeyr stopped to look over the rail at the rushing water below. ‘There will always be something about this realm that makes it all worthwhile...’ he mused. ‘What about you, Melkhar? You appreciate Mother Nature, don’t you? However, you do not think the same of civilisation. You and I are more alike than you think.’

Soon after reaching the end of the bridge the resonance of the Naturyth pricked his ears. It was a quiet but almost mechanical natural sound, occurring roughly every five seconds or so when the crystals glowed. The resonance itself was characteristic of power flowing through any such crystal larger than the palm of the average hand; these crystals, like the Altirnathé, grew directly from Aevnatureis itself. In most mortal tongues, the giant crystalline support pillar was widely known as The Foundation.

Madukeyr was well aware of the nature of those he encountered. He was in fact as old as those he was about to awaken, and he had always assisted them in more ways than one. Advancing, he looked up into a vast chamber filled with ice-blue crystals that stretched up the cavern walls and hung from the ceiling.

Seven towering crystal monoliths enshrining the Kaesan’Drahknyr were the source of that glowing, pulsing resonance; a rhythm of surging high-density energy. Each of the Kaesan’Drahknyr was sealed separately; their arms folded across their chests with their palms resting against their shoulders, their colossal white-feathered wings perched authoritatively upon their backs. He came to a halt standing in front of the central crystal, gazing up at the flame-haired woman sleeping within.

The Nays were known for their finely angled features, and smoky black lines framing their eyes that were often mistaken to be cosmetic by most mortal races. Their ears were notably pointed, though they didn’t extend as long as those of an elf. This one was in many ways different from the other six. Her early experiences in physical life drove her to almost complete detachment from others, and with it came a great hatred for the unjust.

“Melkhar,” Madukeyr whispered. “I am looking forward to speaking with you again.” He closed his eyes and smiled faintly, “but first you need to wake up and regain your strength and ability.” He stepped back, spreading his arms wide and called out: “Ye’nah veauh aeu’te Kaesan’Drahknyr arth ce’lleth maren Ye’nen nemadas, vaehr Ye’nen émitas séi kamen. Éyn, Madukeyr Saierkýn, ce’llen Ye’nah makh’e vhar Aeldynn.”

© Melissa A. Joy, 2016.