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  Contents

  Map of Grildor

  Map of Shadow Hall

  The Olden Paths of Shadow Hall

  Map of Greater Grildor

  Book 1 - Elemental Rising

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Trilogy

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Blank Page

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Book 2 - Elemental Betrayal

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Trilogy

  Acknowledgments

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  Book 3 - Forbidden Elemental

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Trilogy

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Glossary - Shadow Hall

  Braern

  Thala Yll

  Alea Yll

  Tarron Heights

  Rathaes

  Dragonfort

  Stoneloft

  Crook Harbour

  South Point

  Arrow

  Caverna Estralis

  Warrior Houses

  Moons of Elveron

  About the author

  1 - The Axis

  2 - Lofty Run

  3 - The Median

  4 - Lower Walk

  5 - The Oval

  6 - The Garland

  7 - Traveller’s Way

  8 - The Ascent

  9 - Hallows Entrance

  10 - The Steep

  11 - Sky Pass

  12 - Warrior’s Walk

  13 - Legion Crossing

  14 - Lake View

  15 - Amberath Path

  16 - The Slope

  17 - The Royal Steps

  18 - The Treads

  19 - Hasty Rung

  20 - Ivy Tunnel

  21 - Annoll’s Path

  22 - The Extension

  23 - The Span

  24 - Lover’s Lane

  25 - Fleeting Steps

  26 - The Ladder

  27 - The Fall

  28 - Urudal Steps

  29 - Oaken Stairway

  30 - Dark Rise

  31 - Embril Steps

  32 - Leafy Stairway

  33 - Alandir Steps

  34 - Forest Steps

  35 - The Notch

  36 - Aberath lane

  37 - Fern Steps

  38 - Altar Steps

  39 - Conemar Bridge

  40 - The Light

  41 - Allsteps

  42 - Sleepy Stairs

  43 - Mossy Stairs

  44 - Stone Bridge

  45 - The Rocks

  46 - Zigzag Lane

  47 - Romance Cove

  48 - Winding Lope

  49 - The Circle

  50 - Rosy Steps

  51 - Lily Lane

  52 - Wisdom Steps

  53 - The Spiral

  54 - Kemir’s Bridge

  55 - Red Steps

  56 - The Arrow

  57 - The Spoke

  58 - Short Flight

  59 - Winding Stairway

  60 - Narrow Lift

  61 - Morgen Stairs

  62 - The Up

  63 - The Climb

  64 - Maple Stairs

  65 - The Round

  66 - Pebble Way

  67 - Birken Way

  68 - Shadow Walk

  69 - Armoury Alley

  70 - Archery Lane

  71 - Rocky Place

  72 - Oaken Drift

  73 - Hollow Hill

  74 - Cedar Path

  75 - The Rise

  76 - Evergreen Hill

  77 - The Blind Trail

  78 - Badger’s Place

  79 - Linden Way

  80 - Blackwood Drop

  81 - Tunnel Way

  82 - Stony Lane

  83 - The Elder Gate

  84 - The Worker’s Lanes

  Copyright © 2016 Toni Cox

  Copyright © 2016 Toni Cox - Maps

  Cover design by Poppet

  Artwork (Midnight) by Soné Botha

  All rights reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the written permission of the author constitutes unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are all used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, are coincidental.

  The Elemental Trilogy

  Elemental Rising - 2016

  Elemental Betrayal - 2017

  Forbidden Elemental - 2018

  Elemental Rising was a journey I could not have gone on by myself. It was a team effort and some people in particular deserve special mention.

  Joshua Cox, for being my biggest critic and his vivid imagination.

  Inge Kuhn, for proof-reading the manuscript and her (much appreciated) constructive criticism.

  Darren Cox, for all his patience even when I worked long into the night or over weekends and for his editorial services.

  This second edition would also not be what it is today without the support of Ashleigh Giannoccaro, Sian Claven, Deborah Du Plooy, Poppet and all the wonderful Indie Authors who I have come to meet over the past year. Thank you.

  For my father

  The air was thin at this altitude, but her lungs were used to it. It was thrilling to fly so close to the sun. She rose a little higher, beating her wings faster and faster as the resistance dwindled. Then, once the air could not sustain her any longer, she folded her wings and dove towards the ground. Wind stung her eyes as she raced downwards. She whooped with joy, but the sound was snatched away by the wind before she could hear it.

  About a mile from the ground, she spread her wings and levelled out. The forest below was just a green blur as she sped past and the mountains in the north were still too far away for her to notice. She focused instead on the many lakes that dotted the land below like so many diamonds sparkling in the sun.

  She made a turn, circled one of the lakes below, and then carried on towards the north. The sheer speed at which she travelled, took her breath away,
but that too she loved. She covered miles in an instant, but it felt like she was flying for eternity. Nothing could ever compare to the thrill of swooping low, brushing the treetops, nor the peace and tranquillity of gliding above the clouds, warmed by the closeness of the sun. She felt whole, at peace with the world. She had everything she ever desired right here, right now. This was where she truly belonged.

  As she made her way north, she slowly became aware of another presence. She craned her neck to see behind and above her, but saw no one. The strange feeling of unease intensified, until she eventually realised the other presence was in her mind. She fought her panic as it started to probe her consciousness.

  It felt immense and dangerous. Alien, yet strangely familiar. It showed her images of strange creatures, twisted and tortured. Faces of people, hurt and confused. Death and pain everywhere she looked. She fought the presence, to evict it from her mind, but as she struggled, she realised it was not her that was invaded, but rather that she was the one invading another. The realisation hit her like something physical and with it came an unpleasant tingling in her body. She was overcome by a sudden, terrible weakness. She beat the wings she knew were not hers, but they no longer listened to her command. Wind rushed past her face as she lost altitude. The tingling in her body intensified, until it was almost unbearable.

  Her vision dimmed and her head pounded. She tried to suppress the nausea she felt as she fell, but bile rose to her throat, burning. Faster and faster she plummeted, driving the air out of her lungs. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. The ground rushed closer and closer, the moment of impact only a heartbeat away. In her panic, she milled her arms, trying desperately to keep herself airborne, but she kept falling and falling, faster and faster. Then she hit the ground … and ceased to exist.

  Aaron stretched. He had not slept this well in years. He thought that he should be feeling angry, but he felt strangely elated and looked forward to the day. Pulling on his suit and shoes, he wished he had something clean to wear and then climbed out of his tent. As he opened the strings that held the opening together, he marvelled again at the softness of the fabric. He had never seen the like before.

  The air outside was crisp and clear, the grass a little damp with early morning dew and the campsite was a bustle. Horses were being groomed, tents folded and stashed away, and everyone seemed to be busy with something. He noticed his kids were not up yet, so found a place to sit around the now extinguished fire. Someone wished him a good morning and brought him a cup of tea. He nodded his thanks to the stranger and took the cup gratefully. As he sipped the strange tasting, although pleasant, liquid, he thought about the last three days. It was hard to believe that so much could have happened in such a short time.

  Thursday had been one of the toughest days in his entire life. Lisa had called him, and the kids, to her sickbed. She had told them all how much she loved them and then said it was her time to go away. The kids had cried. They had known it was coming, but one could never prepare for such a thing. Aaron had resigned himself to the fact that his wife would die and there was nothing he could do about it. Lisa had been diagnosed with cancer about three years ago.

  The doctors had been hopeful. Over the last fifty years or so, there had been such advances in medicine that there were now few illnesses the doctors could not cure. Lisa first went through Chemo, twice. Then she had several operations, which failed. They tried every drug on the market to suppress the cancer, so that she could lead a normal life. None of the treatments had worked and she steadily became worse. Her pronouncement had therefore not surprised him, but it had not made it any easier to handle.

  Then, on Friday morning, he had woken up to the sound of the vintage Mercedes starting in the garage below. It was a relic from the days when there were still roads through the countryside, built back in 2094. His great-grandfather bought it direct from the factory and Aaron had kept it out of nostalgia. He had been very fond of his Gramps. The Mercedes was decrepit and unreliable. They never used it any more. So, when he had heard the engine turn, stutter and then rev noisily, he thought someone had broken in and was stealing it. He ran downstairs in his sleeping shorts, but by the time he arrived in the garage, the Mercedes was gone.

  He had sprinted into the street and watched as the car turned the corner into Main Street, Lisa behind the steering wheel. His heart had beaten wildly in his chest as he contemplated what she probably intended to do. It had taken him only a few minutes to get the kids out of bed. They dressed hastily and then jumped into his Lexus to track the Mercedes with their GPS.

  Lisa was driving along the A36 towards Salisbury. They lived in Southampton. It was one of the smaller suburbs of Greater London. Although Salisbury was not far away, it could take two to three hours to get there because the area was now so built up. Concrete, high-rise apartment buildings covered every square foot of ground not covered by some shopping mall or business.

  He’d put his foot on the accelerator and the electric engine whirred as it sped up and weaved through traffic. The Mercedes was slow. He had expected to catch up with it quickly. He’d even thought it would run out of fuel. There should not have been any in there to begin with. Aaron had wondered how Lisa had managed to acquire fossil fuel for the car. It was not manufactured any more.

  An agonising three hours later, they had spotted the Mercedes ahead of them in the distance. They had passed Salisbury a while ago and where by then close to Shrewton, another suburb of Greater London. Confused, Aaron could not fathom where she was going, when she turned east. They had followed her, steadily catching up, but it wasn’t until she turned down the narrow lane towards the museum that they realised where she was headed. Stonehenge! It still stood, preserved as a natural history museum, amid the glass and concrete city around it.

  They reached the parking lot a few moments later. The Mercedes was already parked close to the ticket office and they could see Lisa limp up the path towards the stones. Aaron had watched as she handed one of the armed guards her ticket. The kids had jumped out of the car quickly and ran after their mother. He followed close behind, not bothering with buying a ticket. They had argued with the guards for a moment, but after explaining the urgency, the men relented and let them through.

  Lisa had reached the middle of the circle of stones by then. She had looked haggard, in pain and utterly exhausted. She’d turned towards them, but her eyes had been closed. Jasmin called out to her and Lisa opened her eyes. Aaron distinctly remembered the look of horror on her face when she saw them. They were only a few feet from her, when, suddenly, everything went crazy. It had felt like he was yanked off his feet, tossed into the air and then tumbled and thrown about. Then he had blacked out.

  He could not remember how much time passed before they woke up here. Wherever here might be; he could still not quite believe it. The first thing he felt when he woke up was the pain. His head pounded and his body ached everywhere. He noticed Luke, Jasmin and Lisa lying a few feet away from him.

  When he looked around, he discovered they were in a strange place; open grasslands stretched as far as the eye could see all around them, and the west was dominated by mountains so big he could hardly credit it. The air was cool and fresh and the sun dazzlingly bright. However, the most astonishing thing was the stones.

  It was Stonehenge as it had probably looked like when it was first built many hundreds of years ago. It was made up of three rings within each other. The outer circle were tall, upright blocks of stone, each connected to its neighbour by a slab of horizontal stone laid across the space between the uprights, like a lintel. The second circle was made up of smaller stones, still each the size of a man, but small compared to the stones of the first circle. The stones of this second ring also stood upright, with their flat surfaces facing the interior of the ring. In the middle of the circle stood five massive columns, each made up of two uprights and a lintel. These stones were larger even than those of the outer circle. Each of these columns also had three smaller ston
es placed in front of it. The five columns formed more or less a semi-circle, leaving a bigger space facing towards the east, giving the impression of an entrance. An oblong, flat stone, somewhat like an altar, was placed almost in the middle of the circle, but closer to the central of the five columns.

  He had struggled into a sitting position; he shuddered now as he remembered the pain. Luke helped Jasmin to sit up and then checked her to make sure she had no injuries. When Luke came to assist him to his feet, he declined.

  “First Mom,” Aaron croaked; his voice rough and his throat sore.

  Luke made his way over to his mother, cursing under his breath about his sore body. When he reached her, he put his fingers just below her jaw line and checked her pulse while Aaron watched from a distance. He felt very strange in that moment, concerned that his wife might be dead.

  “I can feel her pulse. It was weak, but steady. But …”

  “What?” Aaron scrambled to his feet and limped over to his wife.

  “Dad … it’s not Mom.”

  His heart skipped a beat as he covered the last few feet. He knelt next to the woman that was not his wife.

  The girl was young, maybe a little older than Jasmin’s seventeen years. She was extraordinarily beautiful, and her ears had a slight pointiness to them that was rather peculiar. She had long, auburn hair spread around her face like a halo. Her eyebrows curved elegantly over her eyes. Her full lips were relaxed in sleep, but there was a slight frown on her forehead as if she was having a bad dream. She seemed familiar somehow, but he was certain he had never seen her before.

  “Lady, wake up,” Luke said softly and shook her gently by the shoulders. The girl did not react. “She seems to be sleeping, but I cannot wake her.”

  Jasmin made her way over to them, sat on the grass next to the sleeping girl, and gently brushed her hair back.