The Onyx Prince: A Tyr Retelling – Norse God of Justice

Chapter 27: See Things Differently (excerpt)

We approach a tall gate, which looks to be fashioned in the way of wrought-iron. Rather than made of dark metal, however, it is a golden color. Still has the creepy vibe about it, though. Both it, and its fence to match. They tower like fences belonging to old estates. Only, they are much, much higher. Probably older too than any estate I’ve read about or seen pictures of, back home.

Zymarc undoes the heavy latch, then pushes the single gate wide open. He goes forward along the black-stone path. I follow. Our footsteps are silent.

Even so, floating glass orbs burst with flames—colors of blue, yellow, and red. It’s as if they alert the cathedral’s grounds to intruders. The sound of shattering glass startles me. But not Zymarc.

He continues forward. “This ShenawFayel is harder, because of who you are. His son. LanSoren never called me a friend. Yet I considered him to be mine.”

The white-stone cathedral trimmed with gold comes into focus. Deezalo’s Cathedral. Rather than having gargoyles, or angels and demons, or important figures for its statues of adornment, it is the golden statue of a bird. Images of the same kind of bird—an incalculable amount in this dim, colored light—are purposefully dispersed on the cathedral’s exterior to make the building look as a living, elegant thing. I know I’ve seen that bird somewhere, before. But where? I wonder.

A breeze drifts about the area, coming from the sides of the path. It howls as a strong wind, yet it has not the strength behind it.

Even so, the gate slams shut behind us.

I whirl around. Zymarc doesn’t. No one’s there. It’s just us. The two in ShenawFayel together. Turning to face the cathedral again, I glance to either side of the path. The courtyard has numerous black-stone walkways, and its grounds are filled with dead-looking trees of many sizes and shapes. They are encased in metal. Many colors of metals; gold, silver, bronze, iron, copper, brass, even some are as clear-crystal. They are beautiful and terrifying all at once, for, what if—like many of the things of this world—life can be breathed into them, and they can then decide to attack? Their branches are mighty thick, and those branch-tips are as pointed as freshly sharpened knives.

Zymarc interrupts my growing fear, to quietly say, “I miss that Ravier. Long for him, actually.”

My face gets hot. “Then why are you doing all this? If you ever cared about him, why are you tormenting his people?”

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A FATE TRULY WORSE THAN DEATH . . . Is there such a thing? Before traveling through a portal to the world of Muraine with my friend Gemma Galloway, I would’ve said no. But now? I’ve come to realize that there is. So many things are worse than death, here on this world with magic.

One matter at the forefront is his desire for me. The King of Vitiosus, Zymarc, desires me for his next apprentice. I’ve managed to resist him, thus far. That decision, however, is harder and harder to hold to. There is nothing he will not do to get to me, to tempt me, to break me. And he means to break me. But if he cannot have me, well . . . as I said, there are fates truly worse than death itself. And I’ve seen death too, a spirit most terrifying and powerful. Yet it is Zymarc whom I fear more than death, more than Soren, more than anything.

I didn’t know why, either. Why should I, Tyler Malik Ravier, fear him? Then I saw his true face. Not the face of the Vitiosyn King. But the face he had before the change, before the corruption of that vile magic, when he was simply an Onyx Warrior. His features are familiar. On and on, I agonize over who he reminds me of. Can it be true? Could he really be who I think he is? And what if he is? Do I hold the strength and courage to put that creature down? Or simply will I hand over the dragon-horse to appease him?

Or, worse . . . will I join him?

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J.R. Vaineo

J.R. Vaineo is a self-published indie author, residing near Salt Lake City, UT. In 2018, she published her first book: Kings of Muraine. When she’s not writing, she and partner, Jessie, have many adventures together. Mostly in cooking, witchy stuff, and fawning over their adorable fur-babies.

 

While Julie Rae writes mostly fantasy fiction—combining elements of epic, portal, paranormal, and dark fantasy—she enjoys reading all genres; except, perhaps, for horror stories. After finishing a creative writing program, through the Institute of Children’s Literature, she continued to improve her craft of writing. In 2013, she graduated with her AA degree in psychology. During that time, she expanded on many things, especially focusing on what would prove invaluable for fleshing out characters and plot twists. What started out as a writing prompt, in 2005, has now become a nine book series she is currently working on: The Journals of Ravier. Sometimes, she is quite jealous of the characters’ abilities, found within her own writing. If that is a sign of anything, it is this: Obsession.

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