Bound In Strength: Stance Upon Heartache (Book II Mejuarian Series) by @Mejuarian_Queen #fantasy
Title Bound In Strength: Stance Upon Heartache (Book II Mejuarian Series)
Author Zola Blue
For god-like creatures named Mejuarian living on planet Ecrutis, their world was near perfect.
Mejuarian, a cross between an animal and godly beings, have a splendorous village where everyone gets along. They live in a hierarchal society, and everyone loves their king and queen. A near utopian life that allows all Mejuarian to rise to their most extraordinary levels of consciousness. That is until they discover using systems much like our own, an asteroid is on course to decimate their village and erase their long history. Short notice, they plan to move all inhabitants, along with those bound to them by their magical powers, to the other side of their planet and reside in the lands of their long time ally and trade partners, the Dragonors.
Very upsetting to many Mejuarian mothers and fathers having mewlings is that their ancient tradition of birthing nests on an ancestral altar would be away from their homes.
However, all seems to go as planned, and they depart with all twelve ships successfully. One ship dedicated to moving the birth alter intact with nests placed on it trails the fleet. Unfortunately, the Mejuar scientist's slight miscalculation allowed for the meteor's early arrival. A shockwave forces the underpowered, overloaded ship carrying the nests to crash land. Before its descent, a piece of the broken altar is dragged into space, and two of its occupants.
On earth, a family torn with grief after the loss or their mother tries to enjoy a day of convalescing by a local lake. Hubert, the local veterinarian with his two children Ren a teen, and Brooklyn, his baby sister, are exploring after a picnic lunch. Ren discovers the charred nests and is curious as to what they are. Hubert also becomes interested in the unusual possible chrysalids. The inquisitive vet takes the nests back to his facility and uses the extent of written and photo journals available to him in 1960. He is unable to identify them and ponders, what are they?
Happy tunes from the village delighted Syberias that morning as she sat in the kitchen, preparing to have her morning tea. Tyrion was away in the fields, so using this time, she replenished yesterday’s worn energies. Like many other Mejuarian females, the elation of the eagerness of a new mother embraced her heart.
She contemplated the birth of their mewling. So, Syberias decided to read the ambrosia leaves in her morning tea as she sat quietly, meditating on her mewling nest. Syberias’ mother taught her the enchantment, telling her that Thire-los taught the blessing to the Mejuarians many long cycles ago. Few Mejuarian still practiced this mystical art or any enchantments these days. Yet, adept in her skills, secretly reading the leaves for others helped her purchase silken fabrics and pretty jewels. She sewed her own clothing and crafted precious ornaments to embellish herself in dress and body like the other Mejuarian socialites.
Vivid images stirred around, disturbing her. Images of her nest, the Mejuarian Fleet, and fiery red balls dropping from the sky, all these frightened her. She decided to reread the leaves. Pouring out her cup of tea, making another, she prayed that what she saw early was a misreading on her part. Her hands quivered fretfully when she placed the container on the table; she once again began to enchant her tea.
“Ajao ex qd d’aoiipw
kiiwvj ex gvuj giirr zeqo
Lohour qd xujo je qo
Ke II speg qakj d’ao yepo
Future of my being,
Sight of what will come
Reveal my fate
So, I know what must be done.”
Golden honey-orange leaves stirred slowly within the cup; anxiety grew within her. Syberias held her breath, watching the darkened images start appearing. At first, only dark shadows and now, colorful pictures arose from the cup, spinning before her face. Her nest, Nymeria’s nest, Captain Jonas, floated around her until a mass of fire enveloping them all dragged them back into the cup. She cried out when the explosion consumed the images of the Mejuarian, and objects close to her. She picked up the teacup and shook fretfully, causing the hot liquid to spill, burning her hand slightly. The cup fell to the floor, and the frail porcelain broke into shards, spilling tea over her newly cleaned floor.
Born in Florida, I am a resident of the US, but now I reside on a lovely island in British Columbia, Canada, with my husband and two dogs, and one cat.
I love to read, and over my lifetime, I have probably read hundreds of books. Now that life has given me a bit more time to concentrate on my personal time, I am building my relationship with God and writing fun, fanciful fiction stories that blend over into the fantasy realm.
I hope that each time I put words on the paper, they make my readers want more and desire to voraciously continue reading.
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