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The Sons of Thunder

Imagine you had the power to move mountains, to divide a gushing river with a wave of the hand. Imagine you could see into the future and walk in the spirit realm, where all the secrets of life on Earth have been hidden—the cures for plagues, the unseen actions behind wars, and the reasons behind broken relationships. Imagine you could see the causes of people’s pain from visions or dreams. Imagine that all the leaders of the world had a spiritual counterpart that, if removed, would change the very course of leadership and history.All these themes are covered in the spiritual fantasy series, The Sons of Thunder.

The first book, The Son of Nepal, is about the inner conflicts of a young man who embarks on a difficult journey across China to find the Great Spirit. His challenging quest is rewarded with an almighty power, a thirst for knowledge, a greater mission, and an unusual friendship.

The second book, Let the Earth Tremble, will be out mid-summer. It’s set over a thousand years before The Son of Nepal.

The Great One has descended and demolished the city of Atlantis. The god of the temple, Poseidon, and a multitude of high-ranking spirits break free from their sculptures of worship to escape the Great One’s wrath. They flee to the great lands of the East where they endeavour to rebuild their mighty kingdom. As a result of their presence, wars break out in the mortal realm of ancient China.

Unbeknown to the people, a foreign spirit of famine, the Majabuta, who resides within a charm, is given as a gift to a peasant woman during the Qin Dynasty. The spirit conquers the whole of China in the spirit realm, granting a favourable advantage in war for the mortal king. The favour of the Majabuta rests with the Qin Dynasty, but there is a cost.

A little peasant girl befriends a sullen, unfriendly old man who sits all day and night under a paulownia tree in her village. Soon, however, she discovers that he is more than just some old man, and her journey towards greatness and enlightenment begins.

Copyright © J.J Sylvester 2016

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Majestics

In the world of Sons of Thunder, a lost power has been rediscovered. It is a power greater than magic. The power is called Majestics and allows the user to freeze raging rivers, still earthquakes, and command the heavens, performing godlike deeds. Majestics are spiritual contracts that override the laws of nature. The contracts are made with the Soburin and the Muhandae, a supreme and complex entity that agrees to perform the godlike wonders.

There are four categories in which the powers manifest:

 The Majestics of the Elements, The Majestics of the Mind, The Majestics of Wonders, and The Majestics of Power.

In the Sons of Thunder, selected humans are granted specific Majestics, giving them authority and power over the elements, nature, and plagues.

Here is an excerpt from The Son of Nepal where the hero demonstrates the Majestic of Water for the first time.

 

The riverbanks were mostly hills crowned with an abundance of greenery, and its floors were covered in a sheet of coarse browns from the fallen leaves. He arrived at a clearing on the bank and scanned around for anything that was out of the ordinary. The surging force of the rapids and the midday glare of the sun were all he could see.

But, in that very moment, after all the searching, Johannan witnessed something astounding. It was something he had never heard of or seen before.

He saw a ghostly image of himself pacing to the edge of the river and stamping its foot against the waters. He couldn’t grasp what it meant, so he kept observing. The image started again and continued to do so: walking from where he was, stamping, and then disappearing.

Hours went past, and Johannan continued to watch this image repeating itself. His hair colour hadn’t changed back, which he knew meant the Master was still present. He sat down on the ground, rubbing his forehead. Why doesn’t he show himself? Where could he be?

The sun was beginning to descend when an idea presented itself to Johannan—things were beginning to come together in his head.

The conversation those fishermen were having, and the image. Perhaps they were linked, maybe he should mimic the image.

He got up to his feet and began to shamble closer to the edge of the bank. It displayed threatening surges of thunderous waters. He wondered why he was doing this; it didn’t seem to make sense putting his life at risk—one misplaced step, and the currents could sweep him away. But, it could also mean that the image was an instruction of what he must do next.

Johannan lifted his foot and stamped it against the shallowest part of the river. As soon as it collided with the riverbed, the earth shuddered. The waters detonated, freeing a screeching wind that forged the liquid into two serrated walls of ice. Pema and Rinzen with eyes wide open were silent and petrified.

The mighty rapids were now divided into two parts that exposed a bouldered pathway of secrets all the way to the opposite side of the river. The shimmering walls claimed their dominion further up. The noise of swirling liquids accumulating was like a dying wail as the crackles of forming ice subdued its movement.

 

Visions are a common occurrence among the main characters in The Sons of Thunder. In this scene, Johannan is prompted by a vision of himself to activate the Majestics. The Sons of Thunder is a series of novellas based on different fates—the cords of destiny—that will soon weave together and save the world.

The Son of Nepal

Copyright © J.J Sylvester 2016

The Watchers

Watchers are spirits that inhabit the celestial kingdom of Irdis. They are under the rule of the Soburin and the Muhandae. They occasionally visit Earth to perform their duties.Some watchers have the power to move mountains or travel at light speed, others have access to hidden knowledge. Here are some of the watchers that appear in the series so far:

 

The Congregation of Irdis

These are lower-ranking watchers under the rule and direction of a Monarch Prince.

 

Aneo

Aneo is a watcher under Prince Tanar from the clan of educators. He is six feet tall with sky-blue hair. He is exceedingly wise, speaks concisely, and tends to disappear as soon as the attention is elsewhere, He will also appear unexpectedly. Aneo enjoys cooking and is seen feeding Johannan, Pema, and Rinzen in the wilderness. He makes his first appearance in book one, The Son of Nepal.

 

Eelis

Eelis is a watcher under Prince Tanar from the clan of educators. He is remarkably knowledgeable and is very curious about human beings and their behaviour. Eelis delights in teaching the hidden secrets of the world to Aliqxis. He adores her but believes she acts without thinking. Eelis taught Aliqxis how to read and write. He is thought to be the most down-to-earth of all the watchers in the story so far because of his laughter.

 

 

The Monarch Princes

There are twelve Monarch Princes in The Sons of Thunder. They are the rulers of the Congregation of Irdis and are divided into four divisions: war, strategy, service, and scholar. Some Monarch Princes undergo change when the Muhandae empowers them. This is known as the exalted state.

 

Zion

Zion, of the war division, is the first Prince of Irdis and the most formidable.

Zion is a heavily armed, seven-foot-tall militant warrior on horseback.  He is solely responsible for the destruction of numerous kingdoms. He is, by far, the most feared of the twelve. Most of his adversaries surrender or retreat before battle. Zion makes his first appearance in the second book, Let the Earth Tremble.

 

Mihai

Mihai the mighty, of the war division, is the second prince, and he is the strongest of all the Monarchs Princes. He is a nine-foot-tall giant spirit capable of levelling mountains and parting rivers with his titanic strength. Prince Mihai can take down armies of opposing spirits with just his sword. He makes his first appearance in Let the Earth Tremble.

 

Tivara

Tivara the quick, of the war division, is the third prince and is established as the fastest of all the princes. He is able to cross lands almost instantly and uses speed as a weapon during combat. Prince Tivara makes his first appearance in Let the Earth Tremble, in a confrontation with Poseidon.

 

Sheel

Prince Sheel, of the service division, is the warden and carer of nature. He is a shepherd at heart and cares for nature from the spirit realm, guiding beasts through the voice of instinct. Prince Sheel makes his first appearance in Let the Earth Tremble.

 

 

The Origins

Origins rank higher than the Monarch Princes. There are a total of eight Origins, who protect the world through law. Each Origin represents their own field in higher court cases.

 

Jeemah

Jeemah, the Origin of War, is one of the deadliest warriors in the entire universe. He possesses a fighting prowess much superior to all the Monarch Princes. He is the guardian of the secret knowledge of destruction. In the highest courts of the universe, he has gained the upper hand in the case against Teki, the Origin of Evil, who petitioned to disclose the secret knowledge of advanced weaponry in the form of explosives to mankind in early history. Jeemah fears that if the knowledge is revealed too soon, mankind will destroy itself before fulfilling its potential. Jeemah makes his first appearance in The Son of Nepal.

 

Bijali

Bijali, the Magistrate of Disaster, is the protector of Earth against natural disasters. Bijali has defeated Teki’s numerous petitions to wipe parts of the world with natural disasters. The cases in which he was defeated by Teki have brought about hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and earthquakes. Bijali makes his first appearance in Let the Earth Tremble.

 

Bentara

Bentara, the Origin of Life, is responsible for life on Earth and has won many cases against Teki, preventing disease and plague. Bentara makes his first appearance in Let the Earth Tremble.

 

 

The Chief Announcers

The Chief Announcers are the highest-ranking watchers in The Sons of Thunder.

 

 Vestnesis

Vestnesis always appears before judgment. He is also a Judge. He makes his appearance twice in The Son of Nepal—but only once is his appearance made obvious.

Copyright © J.J Sylvester 2016

Book 2-Let the Earth Tremble-Prologue

 

On that terrible day, the visitors of the city saw a man, a man like no other. No king on Earth was adorned in such splendour. His skin had a soft glow as if its defining lines were smudged with white chalk. He was visiting one of the temples. As he ascended up the stairway, the gleaming ends of his cloak waved, simulating the movement of a pendulum. His hair was sky blue and extended past the arch of his back, the penetrating sunlight in-between its strands made his hair comparable to glints on burnished silver.

“Sagara!” echoed a clean, regal voice, resounding through in the sanctuary.

A gravelly tone resonated from within the muscular sculpture of Poseidon.

“My Lord Teki. Have you come to observe the labour of my hands? The tillers have called it the great city of the gods. They call it Atlantis.”

The rings of Teki’s pupils ignited as he slashed the air with a swing of his hand. “Enough! This great city is about to fall. I have come to station you to a land in the East.”

A guttural grumble came from the crafted image, the sounds of fine dust being pressed and scraped against the smooth floor. A stumble upon words as shock gripped its bearer: “Atlantis… Destroyed? But, how?”

Teki raised his voice, speaking with haste. “Who is strong enough to oppose the Gods?”

 

A fine white powder fell to the floor as a hairline fracture ripped down the face of the statue. “Impossible! The Great One? H-he is here… In Atlantis?”

Teki clawed his hand in frustration, a wave of energy flowed down his body, and his hair began to illuminate. “He has been seen walking the lands of the mortals not far from here. It will not be long. Summon the other gods at once and depart.”

Another crack formed at the wheel of the statue’s chariot and crept up to join the fracture on the face. “I cannot fathom why the Great One would visit the lands of the Earth. Why would he come to Atlantis? It has taken my worshippers years to build this city.”

Teki clenched his fists. The skin on his nose wrinkled as his upper lip lifted to display his radiant white teeth. “You have been counselled against drawing his attention by the other lords. The people here have initiated too many wars and, so, you have slanted the scales of justice.”

“But even that does not warrant a visit from him,” said Sagara.

“Either way, if you all are here when he arrives, you are aware of the consequences.”

“The Great One is not a man that he should take a stroll. Something is misplaced. We must find out what the purpose is for his visit, or he could just appear anywhere in the world and abolish all our kingdoms. What of Olympus?”

“We will find out, but for now, go to the East. There is a vast land there, and it is revealed in the Everplanes that the tillers are destined to become a great nation. I will visit the temple and take the Warden of Atlantis, so that you may subdue your new land with famine.” A spinning wheel of fire materialised above Teki’s head.

An aura of smoke started to hover from the sculpture. “Your crown has manifested!”

Teki scowled at his hands. The Crown of the Origins was an uncontrollable part of his being that always appeared when the Great One was nearby. “He is already here!” said Teki, lifting the tone of his voice. “Make haste!”

 A ferocious wind interrupted them, forcing itself upon the land, and the din of screaming people followed almost instantly. Teki wasted no more time and departed for the temple.

On that day, there were reports from mortal eyewitnesses on the outskirts of the city. They said that the man of splendour crowned with fire journeyed into the temple and acquired the precious Jewel of Atlantis.

The animals in the city could sense something that no man or woman could detect. It was instinct, an undetectable event that triggered them, and the beasts stampeded out of the city into the surrounding hills.Those wise enough to escape only did so by following the beasts.

They say the statues of Atlantis crumbled and came to life that day. The skins of rock cracked and shelled like thin walls of struck slate. Colossal glowing men broke free, and their images disintegrated into the atmosphere.

The priests of the temples shouted to the people, “We are doomed, even the Gods are fleeing!” The sky was almost as orange as liquefied rock, and cinders swirled up into the receiving firmament. A dense heat was rising from the ground, and Atlantis became hidden within a barricade of heat shimmer.

To the west, three shrouded men walking in a flawless triangular formation approached the gates and nonchalantly sauntered through the commotion into the city’s centre. They were no taller than six feet. They stood in the centre of the city in all its terror and removed their shrouds. They had the faces of young men—mid-thirties, immaculate skin—with blank expressions. Their long frost-white hair whipped, exposing the presence and strength of the wind.

The man furthest to the left was well built and had golden eyes that burned like a trail of shooting stars. His extensive sideburns dropped to the inner part of his shoulders, his skin was as fair as ivory, and he had features that resembled the peoples of Europe. The man in the middle had a slim physique with strong Asian features. His eyes were green like emeralds, and the glints on their surface moved as though the winds of the Earth were bound within them. The third man had blue-violet eyes that moved like the great oceans of the world, and his skin was more of a walnut brown and resembled those in the land of Africa. Their skin suddenly ignited into an animated shimmer.

“Atlantis!” the man with the green eyes spoke. His mouth barely parted, but his penetrating voice surrounded the city and subdued the wind. The atmosphere calmed, and the people paused to listen to the three strangers. “What is this thing that you have done?”

The golden-eyed figure lifted his head and continued as the green-eyed man finished, his tone raucous. “I have surveyed the Earth and have found no land that offends me more than Atlantis!”

The last man stepped forward. “Why does justice call to me from the wilderness, and why does the blood of the lands testify against you? Why does the heavens accuse you of misdeeds?” His strident tone was different but just as frightening.

The people were bewildered; these men looked and spoke strangely. The city was not aware of what was taking place, who these men were, or what they had come for.

“For this thing. I will wipe you off the Earth, and it will be as if you have never been!” thundered all three men at once.

The man with the emerald eyes blew into the air, and a typhoon spun from the breath that escaped his lips. The man with eyes of gold stared into the sky and beckoned the stars to fall to the Earth. Not long after, a small spark twinkled and shattered across the ether as an army of comets followed to breach the land. Boulders of celestial fires reduced the temples and the homes to ashes and rubble. The third man fell to one knee, using the sides of his hand to part the dust on the ground before him. The land suddenly quivered and ripped far apart. The blackened fissures gurgled as the waters of the deep climbed to fill the cracks. The man scowled at the waters and tall geysers. Like the pointed fingers of accusation, the geysers randomly burst from the grounds and thrusted against the sky. With a gesture of the hand, he beckoned the waters, and they began to swallow the terrain. The land tilted, and the people shouted words of distress. Across the land, legs were spread wide apart as the people endeavoured to balance themselves, but the land continued to shift here and there, and they fell to the ground.

Surrounding nations far away witnessed the diadem of destruction above the waters of where Atlantis once was.

By sundown, the land of Atlantis was no more, just a wide ocean of beating waves that reflected the celestial majesty of the shimmering aurora.

Visit, Let the Earth Tremble

Copyright © J.J Sylvester 2016

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