Reclaiming Ter Chadain
Protector of Ter Chadain Series #1
By- C.S. Yelle
Genre- YA Fantasy
"If the true bloodline does not rule Ter Chadain, the Protector shall appear and reclaim the throne for the rightful Queen."
King Englewood reads the prophecy every day since he murdered the royal family, all of them. Or so he thought. The three year old twins escaped that night thirteen years ago, but his men are closing in to finish the job before they can turn sixteen and activate the magic spell making his worst fears a reality. A Protector in Ter Chadain and a royal heir with claims to the throne he now held.
Logan and Teah Lassain witness the violent murder of their family and narrowly escape. They now find themselves not only thrust into the revolution, but the keys to the reunification of Ter Chadain.
Bestowed with the powers and spirits of past Protectors, Logan must learn to control both before their memories destroy him. Wrenched with anger and the desire for revenge on the man responsible for decimating his life, King Englewood, Logan must keep to the path of greater good and gather support for the revolution from the dukes and duchesses of Ter Chadain.
Teah is trained by the Zele Magus, an order of sorceresses, to control and accept her newly discovered magical powers enabling her to take the throne. Struggling, she must also ask the question...what happens when there are two Protectors of Ter Chadain? Two Protectors are not foretold in the prophecies....
The group halted before a large building with a sign showing an image of a man sleeping under a large tree. The Shading Inn.
“Wait here.” The head guard scurried inside. He soon reappeared with a small woman.
“This is Madam Comfry, the owner of The Shading Inn. She has consented to lodging you for the night. You will remain in the room until the duke has summoned you. Do you understand?”
The travelers all nodded. The petite woman grunted for them to follow, her dark eyes taking them in without a hint of emotion. Her black hair brushed her shoulders as she walked with a noticeable limp ahead of them. Together, they entered a large com-mon room filled with people.
All eyes fell upon them and the room went quiet. Logan furrowed his brow until he remembered the polished handles of the protector swords were still visible.
“Why are the blades so recognizable?” he whispered to Sali-day.
“Maybe it’s the black pommels or the crystal balls on each with the emblem of the protector in them. What do you think? Is there anything about those swords that doesn’t scream Protector Blades?”
“Enough talking, follow me to your room so they can get back to spending their money,” Madame Comfry ordered.
They only went a few paces when a very large man stepped in front of them so suddenly that Logan ran into the man’s chest.
Sasha rushed to Logan’s defense, but another man moved to impede her way.
Saliday started to draw one of her knives, but a firm hand on her wrist pulled her up short. The Tarken turned to see Madame Comfry holding a dagger against her stomach.
“Let the boy figure this out himself. If he is truly the owner of those blades, he will be able to handle this.”
“He may handle it by cutting everyone into pieces,” Saliday warned.
“Not if he is truly here to lead us back to a unified Ter Chadain. He will not harm true believers,” the innkeeper said confidently.
Logan stood staring up at the man towering over him. He stunk of sweat and ale, and dirt covered his greasy face.
“You should give those to me, son, and let a real man lead us back to our former glory,” the man scowled.
A smile crossed Logan’s face. “A man is defined by what is inside of him and by the blood pulsing through his veins. Size and age have nothing to do with this, so maybe you need to sit down with your friends and have another drink on me,” Logan finished, tossing him a gold coin.
The man snatched the coin out of the air with a laugh. “I will do that, lad, and I thank you for it, but it still doesn’t resolve you having those swords instead of me.”
He reached for one of the blades, but his hand never touched the pommel as Logan struck him firmly in the stomach with a blow, driving the wind from the man’s lungs.
Dropping to a knee, the man growled, his head snapping up.
Logan placed a firm hand on the man’s shoulder, applying pressure to keep him on his knees.
“That was your only warning, friend. The next may take your life, which I do not wish to do if uniting Ter Chadain is truly your desire. I will need every man of your mindset to do the job.”
The man stopped struggling and looked into the boy’s eyes.
As Logan stared back, a man from the rear of the room drew his sword and charged. “Death to the Protector, long live Englewood,” he cried.
Black Stones of Ter Chadain
Protector of Ter Chadain Series #2
By- C.S Yelle
Genre- YA Fantasy
King Englewood is dead. Logan Lassain, the Protector of Ter Chadain, has cleared the way for his sister, Teah, to claim the throne as the rightful Queen of Ter Chadain and cast out the invading Caltorian forces. But Teah cannot claim that throne. She is captive on a slave ship sailing to Caltoria with other magical slaves to have their fates decided by the evil Empress of Caltoria. With Logan in pursuit to free her, Teah must keep her identity as rightful Queen of Ter Chadain hidden until she can escape. As a slave, Teah’s magical powers are withheld from her by an ancient gemstone placed on her forehead called a “soul stone”. The clear gem darkens in color once placed upon a magical’s forehead indicating the strength of their magic. Teah’s stone darkens to a deep black marking her as the strongest magical in Caltoria since her ancestor, the first Queen of Ter Chadain. This draws unwanted attention and puts her future in great peril. Logan and his small band of rescuers must hurry. Their quest is difficult. The cost is high. New allies are found. Old friends are lost…forever. Risking death at every turn, they rush to rescue Teah. But the only way Logan can save Teah and keep Ter Chadain from falling under Caltorian rule is by not only risking death, but risking something more precious…his freedom.
About the Author-
C.S. Yelle was born and raised in Grand Rapids, MN, the "almost" middle child of six. He attended Grand Rapids Senior High School where he enjoyed music and sports. He received his BS in Chemistry from Mayville State University, Mayville, ND in 1987. He taught 7-12 Science and coached for six years in several North Dakota schools and currently works as an Executive Account Manager in the Water Treatment Industry where he has been for nearly seventeen years. He is the father of four and grandfather of one. He writes novels, screenplays, and an occasional short story. He has been writing seriously for over ten years and plans to continue until his fingers are unable, maybe longer. He currently resides in a Minneapolis, MN suburb with his wife Jennifer.
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