Chapter Seven: An Empty World (Draft)

“It was a vast burning field
where no flowers grew
blood covered the embers
where no bodies were strewn

Who could do this to a land
that committed no crime
a place that had peace
In a time before time”

Ayana describing

the devastation Arajuan

caused through out


That morning Ayana awoke with the sun peeking into her tent. With the darkness gone

the sun beamed the brightest she had ever seen. Only a slight trace of sulfur was on the wind much to her relief. She sat up, her stomach had a dull ache, but her legs healed except for scars on the back of them. Her shoulder where Arajuan gripped her had no wound at all. She had fallen asleep in her travel armor, so she did not need to dress. She left her tent, found Tarnink was already up and had prepared a fire.

Tarnink pulled out a pack of food and handed it to her. She tried to eat but her stomach felt numb. The food just sat and rotted.  She tossed the food away from her in frustration.

“Arajuan, that vile beast, he is trying to starve me to death,” she exclaimed.
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Serialised Novel

By Damien Knight

I had decided to post my novel one chapter at a time here as I work on it. Originally I had it published it on but withdrew it for it’s many errors. I will be republishing once all edits on the novel are finished. It will be available as a full Novelette on Amazon at that point unless Inkitt ends up publishing it. I will post another blog announcing when it is republished.

I cannot guarantee a time schedule for these serialised chapters. I am working hard on them, the Aldaria Journals and Restaurant reviews. I am doing my best to keep content coming.

I am amazed at how well received my writings thus far have been. I will continue to post daily at least one poem. I am grateful for all those who have been reading regularly so far.

Chapter Three: Hope for a Race revised

“O to see a dragon birth.
To travel to one’s dark lair
Deep within the earth
Pray the Dragon spares thee”
Quoted by Arajuan to his men
warning them the danger
of hunting dragons.

Deep in a massive shadowy cave, the smoky black egg was preparing to hatch. The father, Rork crouched down blowing flames on it to hasten its incubation. His vast scorched wings tucked behind him, his neck stretched forward toward it. He focused his entire energy on hatching the egg.

To the left side of Rork sat a smaller female curled up in her nest of straw and rocks. The

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Aldaria Chronicles: Hope for an Era: Chapter Two A Fight and a Choice (revised)

Written By Damien Knight

“Protect her with
your lives. Guard
this offspring
of the Moon.
She is my light and
I will be in her shadow.”
–Arajuan’s command.

The march had taken over a month where before the surroundings had been snow-covered, now patches of flowers peaked from the ground. The capital was to the north-west of Lenagard, the land of the elves. A trail of destruction lay behind them. They had avoided the cities, but the forests were soaked in blood rain that mixed with the melting winter snow. The icy wet drips fell off the trees and clawed down Arajuan’s back causing him to shudder from the cold. The unit was close now; a stench of dragons wafted on the wind. Arajuan was one of the
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Dreams of Ayana: An old Blog post Revised

Written By Damien Knight

(This blog post was written and poste previously on an old blog 5 years ago.)

I dream of a place where I am dead. Not truly dead but appearing undead. There like here I suffer a chronic ailment except this ailment there is death itself. It is rot. I have a healer who tends me. She is m’lady, my queen, I call her Ni, princess of the elves, she is queen. I serve her no matter her title I may be her king but I was her warrior, her knight first. She is my healer; she knows my past.

In this dream world, I don’t even remember a lot of my past. She does. There I am two beings merged into one body. I, Arajuan, the elder being do not remember the events that sealed me into my soul crystal nor do I know the events that caused the merging of the crystal to Koraki’s body. (at the time of writing this 5 years ago this was true) The Death-Knight became my carrier and he and I act as one in almost all things.

M’lady does not appear in dreams anymore but one of the last ones she was in she revealed a hidden truth. I thought I was seeing through the eyes of a daemon, a creature part mortal part godlike helper created to assist the mortal beings of Aldaria. This being had forgotten who he was or why he was locked away.

That night as I dreamt I encountered a black dragon who challenged me saying

“Face me white darkness.”

I was confused, he used the ancient dragon tongue instead of modern draconic. I could understand it. Ni touched me and I changed. I was this massive creature, a dragon, an Asian Lung with white feather like hair all over, clawed hands bird like. I felt this rage the black dragon was saying something to her. I wasn’t sure what he was saying. I felt he was a threat to her and while she was still in her elf form I violently threw her from me and out of the way. I opened my mouth and the consume magic is used as a hand spell in other forms was my breath weapon. I had stolen his soul.

I asked Ni why I was a dragon; how it was possible. Her answer was that she had read an ancient history in her library stating that the divines took DNA from many beings that had come about including the first great dragon, the first Eternal Lung. They formed the being in a lab and placed him in an egg sac. He had no name and when he was born he emerged from his sac fully formed. Not a dragon but a demon like being, but the creature carried a full dragon type DNA, modified, yes but dragon. So the creature was a genetically engineered dragon, and she assumed this dragon was Arajuan. Seems she was right.

(further dreams have since revealed that her reading wasn’t entirely without propaganda. After the dark Eternal’s death, he was stigmatized as a monster. This blog post is to reveal where I have pulled my stories and characters from for the Aldaria series as it is in old dream journal I wrote.)

That came to my thoughts. Who am I, what was my purpose? Why would they create me from the Eternal? Was I the Yang to his Yin? The Dark to his Light, Evil to his Good? What was the purpose? I thought of that last night I mean the purpose of “Arajuan” why can’t they be one solid person? What is the need for the dark side of him? Why does she love the dark side so much, so cold foreboding, mysterious and unfeeling except for anger?

Eventually I will learn who he is, and perhaps who I am. Her hand is the healing hand, her words command me and I am her knight. I will rest my head in her arms. I will not fear for she is my strength. She is the queen of my heart. And I will dream again.

Tydeus : An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

I have tried so hard to live up to you. I really did. The pressures of being crown prince, it isn’t easy. My start in life was difficult enough. My mother is gone, dead I was told, and you abandoned me. I had thought for a long time you and mother didn’t want me at all.

I tried so hard to be like the Ghata who raised me. These cat warriors were strong and swift, but I was not a Ghata. I was your son. How could you leave me? I spent every moment waiting. I prayed you would come.

Then the day came. A Ghata warrior told me a man broke into the city taking down every warrior in his path. That day I learned the truth. You never meant to lose me. You searched every day for me, your eldest living son. I am Tydeus “Tachy” Kanosis. And I will live up to your name. No, I will surpass you, father, on my honour.

I am Aldra: An Aldaria Journal

I was the proud eldest daughter of a warlord king, a godlike man of great honour. My father’s dying wish was that I marry and join our territory with our ally. He pleaded that I marry the ruler of neighbouring kingdom’s son to join our lands. My country became my dowry, and I married the fool of a man. I won’t say I didn’t grow to love him but his bravado made him fool.

My husband was ambitious and formed a treaty with a dragon prince. A treaty after 3 years of war because he attacked them and attempted to conquer their land and add it to our own. He summoned the prince to his palace under pretence of signing the treaty. He underestimated Kyrazosanz.

My husband planned a trap but before he could enact this fowl betrayal, the prince drew his massive sword. With soldiers surrounding him he blasted them. His silver blue eyes burned as he swung the blade. My husband in his confidence wore no armour and fell to the cut. There before my eyes my King was slain, and I kneeled begging for my life. I knew I was no match for a dragon.

Kyrazosanz approached me. He lifted my head with his blade. I shook in fear.

“Dear Aldra,” he mocked, “you played no role in his treachery. I wouldn’t kill you.”

He sheathed his blade and turned his back on me. This tall silvered haired prince left me entranced. Could you blame me for pursuing him? After all, wouldn’t marrying a stronger ruler provide what my father dreamt.

I am Queen Aldra! And Aldaria is my land.