The Chronicles
Of
Moknair
Book I: The Heroes
Written By Mattison Enloe
Illustrations By Mattison Enloe
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Edited By The Enloe Family and Summa
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Prologue
In the dark forests, the night was as still as a lake with no source or drain, or at least it usually was. Tonight was different. Tonight, there was wind howling in the trees, cautioning the forest, and alerting those who kept watch. Something malicious was lurking in the shadows, something dark, and powerful. The creatures of the forest sensed the wickedness afoot, and not even the bravest cawor would dare leave its den in search of food.
Then something stopped the howling. Something that sounded mystical, dark, and incredible all at the same time. Suddenly, two creatures appeared from a gust of wind. They were large, in the shape of golems from the ancient legends that were passed down for generations. They looked as if they were made of stone, and had fists and feet and heads like most races. They grew larger and they started to throw themselves against the large wooden walls of Tamoron, the capital of the forest Tel` Naer. The alarm sounded, and guards positioned themselves on the top of the wall. They shot arrows at the creatures that struck, but shattered on impact. The arrows only maddened them, and they crashed through the Renowned Gates. The great evil that was once a shadow walked through the gates and headed for the temple of the one hundred sages, the warriors and peace keepers of the planet of Galnor. The shadow was tall, male, and had armor that was strong, but its aura was pure darkness. A volley of arrows flew at him,and one hit him in the shoulder while the others turned to dust. The shadow pulled it out, there was no blood on it, and he appeared to have felt no pain at all. When he arrived at the temple, spellcasters began hurling boulders at him, but they turned into gravel and dropped to the ground. The evil cast a powerful spell, and the gates to the temple opened. He entered the portal of Jazan the Hero and proclaimed,
"I am the great king of evil, Tornok, and I have come to claim this land as my own, by imprisoning the sages within the temples, and obtaining the Chronoforce! All who oppose me shall perish!" and with that, a great shadow was cast over Moknair. Hordes of monsters appeared within the temples, the temples themselves were locked up and obstacles appeared that only true heroes could overcome, the graveyards released ghosts created from concentrated sadness and hate, and the fields were filled with creatures of evil. In the other continents, it appeared that all senses of hope and happiness, and all things light were dead, and had died a horrible and bloody death. A large black horse came running through the gates, Tornok jumped on, and rode off into the night. The temple of the Chronoforce had shut its doors, and the wall of one hundred gems rose around the temple, creating a magical barrier that glittered with the gems themselves, just as it had so many years ago. Suddenly, the gems flew off their slots in the wall, and formed a large glittering sphere. They began to flash, and in an instant they scattered in the directions of the one hundred temples that were guarded by the sages. The night was still again. All seemed lost to the people of Galnor. The prophecy of The Heroes of Moknair had begun.