The Avatar and The God:
The Summoning
In a time, long since forgotten, and in a world that is forever changing, reality has not yet been deemed myth and legends are still in the making. Mortals all play part in the unwritten destiny that will change the face of this planet forever, a planet governed by higher powers and watched over by the Guardians. This is just one of their stories.
Summoned to the court of Heirodor, a group of champions are given a choice. Their choices will ultimately determine the fate of the world. Those of them who choose to accept the king’s proposal shall venture far, have many splendid experiences and battle great evil. Yet, the king’s motives are unclear and his request reeks of betrayal. Only by following through with his wishes, will these brave champions discover the truth. But, not only must they unravel the mysteries of the king and his quest, they must discover the truth behind the delusions of a mysterious entity, who comes to them in the form of an old man and directs them on their quest.
Follow Charon (a thief with nothing to lose), Morrius Niceleaf (a grass smoking half-elf from Tauldyl), Frosty (an elemental wizard with an undiscovered power festering in his very soul) and the two brothers, Wilkis and Roulus (warriors from Orphan’s Call who seem only interested in fame and women) as they struggle inside this web of deceit to get what they want and discover who is spinning the web; the entity or the king.
Welcome to the first of many books from the Immortal Saga.
Welcome to book one of The Avatar and the God: The Summoning.
About the Author
Michael G. Brown, born in Quebec in 1980, lives in Ontario, Canada with his wife, JC. His peers regard him as an intelligent but modest individual who can always put a smile on anyone’s face. He likes to consider himself among the most honourable of men, for he lives his life by a set of morals that he often states is lost upon the world today. Besides his beautiful wife, he has the love of his friends, his father and, believe it or not, his in-laws, who he considers all sacred to him.
During his childhood, schooling never interested him much. He found that most of his educators were not really interested in the advancement of the individual student. Only in the 11th grade did he find an English teacher worthy of remembrance, Mr. Willock. This man actually had an open mind, which encouraged Michael to express himself in the form of literature. Though he wrote many poems and short stories, he never really had the ambition to start a career in writing. But while working nightshift at a local factory, he would often daydream to escape the boredom of his job and that is where his stories were born. His wife encouraged him to write and so he did. Now he has many books on the go, so no matter how many he has published, there are still more to follow. He one day hopes to write a biography on himself, covering his childhood experiences, jobs, the psychotic wannabe plaguing his life recently and the love he finally found.
His hobbies include writing, computer games, home remodelling, bodybuilding, spending time with his closest friends and giving his wife, his princess, the love, honour and respect that she only found when she met him.
From The Avatar and the God: The Summoning
by Michael G. Brown
… Not only did the foothills mean more food, it also was the scene of their first attack. Nightfall was approaching and the raiders came out of nowhere. They came screaming from behind trees, knolls, and from the underbrush that surrounded the would-be campsite. Their war cries were very high pitched, almost like nails scratching the mind. Charon and the rest were all taken aback. The ambush was unexpected, but they responded to it like veteran soldiers of war. They all had jumped down and out of the wagon to surround it, drawing their weapons. The onslaught was answered with cold steal and arrows. Morrius, at the left of the wagon, was able to take out six of the raiders, before they were in range for close combat, with his bow. Once they were close enough, he could see they were well armoured, some with hard leather jerkins, others with steel chain mail. Their faces were covered with black cloth, tied back behind their heads. Morrius dropped his bow and pulled his broadsword out, just in time to counter the attack made on him by a raider. Taking him out, he moved to avoid another swing.
Meanwhile, Wilkis and Roulus were making out well at the rear of the wagon. They stood back-to-back, thrusting and slicing through whoever approached them. Charon was caught up in a battle with one of the larger raiders, who now sported two of Charon’s throwing knives; one embedded in the shoulder and the other in the chest. After struggling for a good while, Charon was thrown to the ground, landing on his back. The raider lifted both arms, meaning to bring down a long two-handed sword with a deadly strike that would have surely cleaved Charon in half. But it gave Charon an opening. He quickly pushed himself up with one arm and with the other arm, holding his long hunting dagger, sliced across his opponent’s stomach, spilling the raider’s guts on the ground between his legs. Charon saw the eyes roll back and the sword fell from the raider’s hands. His opponent fell backwards and Charon, seeing no one else to fight, took his throwing knives back and cleaned them on the grass. He then heard a large explosion and a blood curdling scream, so horrible he cringed. Following the noises over to the right side of the wagon, he discovered the reason for the screams. Frosty had roasted three raiders so far and was incinerating another. The inflamed figure, being tortured under Frosty’s glowing hand, seemed as though it was grovelling, begging for mercy. Then he lifted his hand and the figure exploded into a shower of sparks and ashes, carried away with the breeze.
The smell of burning flesh caused Charon to turn around and vomit. Through his watery eyes, he could see Frosty stumbling over toward him. It was as though he was exhausted from what he just did. “Are you alright?” Frosty asked.
Charon looked at Frosty and nodded. He then wiped his mouth and said, “I was just about to ask you the same.”
“I’ll be fine. Magic use is very draining. I will have to rest to regain some strength,” Frosty answered as he looked around to see if there were any more raiders. He noticed Morrius and the two brothers were coming over, looking around to see that there was no more threat as well.
“Come see this!” Brian shouted from the other side. Once the others joined him, they saw what he wanted them to see. Brian had unmasked one of the raiders, who was dying due to a stab wound in the middle of the chest. It was a …