Demon Eye of the Wastelands
an excerpt

Prologue

We start our story in a place quite different from out own. Another world or dimension, a world where sorcery and mysticism flow and are as abundant wherever you go as the wildlife and vegetation, a world where Dragons, Griffins, and many other creatures that only exist in our myths, legends and folklore are as real as the land beneath and the sky above. Here, in this world, a race of beings lives, a race of beings whose looks, speech and shape come very close to our physical form. This being true, they still bare no relation to us, the Human race. This race of beings, are the Jolinar.

The Jolinar are a proud and noble race of people. Standing tall and slender with tanned skin, they fight for the side of good and have been used as pawns in many a fierce battle between the forces of good and evil. Against the many terrors that befoul the darkness, the creatures that linger just outside their vision, they fight bravely for their lives and on many occasions their very souls. They have faced down the demons that would plague their existence and have done all this since the dawn of their existence.

They take their life energy from the magical harmonics that vibrate from within the winds of the world, thus connecting their lives and everything about them in many ways to the world and land that surrounds and serves in to protect them. Along time ago, it is rumoured that the Jolinar had strange and wonderful abilities, abilities they used to perform many varied and wondrous feats. There were many different abilities that manifested themselves within the Jolinar people and helped in their battles against the darkness and evil. Those with “gifts” could be found all over, from the smallest village to the largest towns. Those with the ability to see into the future (Seers or See-ers), though highly sought after by those in power felt the need to hide themselves away from the day to day goings on and were enlisted within the Priesthood where they would be found spending their time writing prophecy about what was to come.
These books, parchments and scrolls written by the Jolinar Seers of the priesthood became to be known as “The Arcane Scriptures” and to this day are still a sought after commodity.

The Priesthood collected together theses Scriptures and stored in them a massive vault like a library, a library that not only laid down the history of what had already passed but also foretold of events that was yet to come. It was the duty of the Elder Priest, the highest ranking official within the Jolinar Priesthood to be caretaker of the Library, to maintain its sanctity and protect the knowledge that it withheld. Even so, during the many holy wars between Good and Evil that took place over the many years, many of the great Jolinar books and scriptures that the library was constituted of ended up stolen. Stolen, not by earthly hands but by the blood stained claws that belong to the demonic forces of Hell. Most of the lost books have never been seen again, until recently.

Galdor looked up towards the many artistic portraits that surrounded his study’s main chamber. He sought wisdom and guidance from the many Elders that had worn the formal robes of Elder Priest that had so recently been bestowed upon him. There, within the oiled eyes staring out above the false smiles each portrayed Priest was implored to display, he sought the comprehension regarding his recently gained knowledge, gained from his study of the scrolls of Izacktol. Galdor thought back to the day he had stumbled across the 1st of the Scrolls that were long thought to be lost. Finding it buried deep within a damaged section of the library vault he marvelled over its contents, scrutinising it with every part of his brain, both logical and illogical alike, until he realised that this was only the 1st part in a maze of clues that would ultimately lead to the truth. With that, he began searching for the rest, scouring the arcane depths of the holy repository, and after many painstaking years of search, he had finally managed to piece together the collection and began to study them. What he found within their script worried him deep within his being, Yet still these worries were only part of what he knew needed to be done and that was his main duty as Elder Priest., to lead his brothers and sisters in scripture, the passing of knowledge from the high tome that governed their way of life over the many decades that lay in the sands of time behind them. And with this task in mind he raised himself from his seat and went about preparations for the daily sermon, fully aware of the troubles that lie in lieu of the future’s heart

"There will come a time where we, the Jolinar, will have to use our abilities to bestow the gifts of the arcane ones to a single soul." Galdor began reading to the congregation from the arcane scriptures. "This will be the Saviour. This saviour will not understand or accept the destiny that has been laid out before them. These”, he pauses, holding up a few parchment scrolls for the brethren before him can see them, “are the long thought missing scrolls of Izacktol.” A reverent hush cam over the sea of faces that flowed out before him, perturbed by this he hesitated before continued but continue he must. “Within these scrolls it tells of one of our brethren will be there upon the 18th anniversary of her birth. At this point she will not know her true destiny but will have suffered many heataches. She will be an outcast among outcasts and a leader among them. So it is written, so it will be."
"SO IT IS WRITTEN, SO IT WILL BE." Repeated the congregation, chanting the words in unison. This was how the Jolinar day always ended, with an Elder Priest reading from the scriptures and this day was no different. Or so they were led to believe….