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Authors: J. C. Fiske

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Renegade Reborn

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Renegade: Reborn
 
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A Novel By
 
J.C. Fiske
 

Copyright © 2014 by J.C. Fiske

 

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Head Editor: Melissa McCann
Co-Editor: Valerie Withrow
Cover Art: Eugenio Perez Jr.
Cover Design: J.C. Fiske

 

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For Deandra Marie, slayer of a real life Vile Lord . . .

 

 

Contents
 

Prologue

 

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31

 
Prologue: The New World
 

The sky was purple, a purple so close to black, only those dwelling upon Thera could notice the slight difference. This purple, this combination of the Reath’s red sky, crossed with Thera’s original blue, was their new day, followed quickly by their new night, an unnatural night, seemingly darker than black, without a moon, or a single star to accompany it.

A host of vitamin deficiencies, and the overall sense of despair, fear, and weakness the ever-present darkness brought was now not just accepted, but embraced. When the light died, and darkness reigned, the people of Thera quickly discovered that hope was a commodity they could no longer afford. It was far easier to embrace the reality of doom, than the fantasy of salvation.

Fortunately for Thera, not everyone felt this way, and one such man continued his trek down the darkest side of the ice-encrusted mountainside of Soaria, where just beyond the mountaintop, across a sea of treetops, lay Paradisio, the newly constructed gated city of light, whose leader remained a mystery to the societies across Thera, and only a few, only those fortunate enough to be chosen, knew what lay behind the golden gates. But the Renegades, and others like them, were not products of society. They knew exactly what lay behind the gates . . . the tyrant, the man who saw himself as God made flesh, the Dragon Deity Drakearon. For them, the message was clear . . .

If you want light, convert. If not? Die in the darkness.

Rumor had it that if one wanted entry into Paradisio bad enough, they always found a way, and the Renegade’s scouting reports had confirmed this. Drakearon was targeting the weakest, most desperate people of Thera, promising them a new life, and a new life they would receive . . . as monsters for Drakearon’s army, an army that was growing bigger and stronger by the day.

The man couldn’t look at the city anymore. It had been so long since his eyes had seen such brilliance, such light, and that thought, hurt him deeply. In that moment, he chose to look away, but knew that others would do the exact opposite. He always believed in the freedom to choose, so how was he supposed to fight against something that people flocked to willingly?

He put that thought aside. It was something to ponder later. Right now, he had to keep moving. He was already gone too long. The others would be awake soon, and he didn’t want them to worry.

Finally, he had made it. It took some time for his eyes to adjust, to feel where he was, now that he was out of the absolute black shadow of the mountain, but it was his ears that signaled he’d found it. The sound of crunching snow under his feet had stopped, and now, he stood upon ink black ground that stretched out before him, ground that still impossibly warm from the unmeasurable explosion that had rocked the area three years prior, on this very day.

With his mind in the past, but his body in the present, the man made his way forward, feeling warm air rise from the ink black earth around him. It was nice, considering how cold the area that once held Heaven’s Shelter, secret dwelling for the greatest warrior culture on planet Thera, had become. Now, all that remained was a lone dark tower, a tower that used to glow a fiery blue and white. It was the only remaining proof of Heaven’s Shelter’s existence to the modern world.

The man stared up at the tower’s large, formidable doorway. He sighed deeply. Looking at the tower from this close, it seemed to be nothing more than a giant, ancient, glistening tombstone for what had happened that day . . .

The Rupture they had called it, where one of their best, was twisted and controlled by the Dragon Deity’s all-encompassing will, forcing him to lash out, to kill his own brothers, his own sisters, his own family, and finally, his own pride, right before Drakearon himself unsheathed his two bladed sword, and sliced the throat of his greatest love.

But that was no place the man was prepared to go. He had to get his mind off it, and so, with a hesitant reach, the man placed his hand upon the door. It was hot, yet, cold, and both sides seemed intensified at the same time. It was something his body wasn’t ready for, this, mixing of two opposites. It felt strange, foreign to him, maybe, possibly, because he wasn’t meant to, and at that moment, a surge of intense, deja vu, flooded his system.

He couldn’t help it now, a smile formed across his face and a memory, so clear, so vivid, danced before his mind’s eye as he saw his younger self, there, before the doorway, standing beside another boy, a boy, who had helped make him the man he was today . . .

 


There’s no handle to open it.” Rolce said. Gisbo smiled.


Well at least I’m good for something! I’ve been here before! How funny with all that planning, Rolce, and in the end you need me to open the door! Why don’t you say please, hmmm?” Gisbo taunted.


Fine, don’t open it. I can pass the exam and get mine later. Your choice.” Rolce said, folding his arms. Gisbo’s eye’s turned the size of saucers.


Chieftain Narroway’s domain!” Gisbo screamed.

 

Rolce Moordin smiled, and tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. The voices, they were so clear, so, real, and then, it was gone as quickly as it appeared, as he looked further up, into the sky, not knowing why.

“Gisbo, I never blamed you for what happened here. I don’t know where you are, or what has become of you, or why you continue to shut me out, or, even if you’re alive, but, please, we’re scattered, we’re alone, we’re . . . we’re . . .” Rolce started when he felt a hand drop on his shoulder, but before he could feel alarmed, the hand squeezed his shoulder gently. Rolce turned slightly around. “How long have you been following me, Jack?”

The voice that replied, in such a place, Rolce half expected it to come out as his younger, boyish self, but in its stead was the voice of a man, deep, gruff, full of impatience, much like his fathers.

“Long enough for you not to notice,” Jackobi Foxblade said.

“Why’d you follow me?” Rolce asked.

“Friends are a resource scarce to be acquired nowadays. We all wanted to know you were safe,” Jackobi said. Rolce turned, and looked back at the door.

“Well, I know how, how everyone feels about him. I didn’t want to bring up painful memories by mentioning where I was going. I can’t help it, Jack. I still cannot help what I dream, what I see in my sleep. That somehow, ugh, I know it sounds so, so . . . I don’t know, I just, I think he’s still out there somewhere. I see him in my dreams, coming back to save this lost world of ours. All of this, wasn’t his fault. And does it not bother you, or strike you odd that this tower, is all that remains of our home? Even here, I can sense its power. Something’s in here, lying dormant, like, a sleeping volcano, and yet, Drakearon wants nothing to do with it?” Rolce asked.

“I doubt that he wants nothing to do with it. Within minutes, his gaze will be back on this place and your opening will be closed.” Jack said.

Rolce said nothing.

“What I think, is that he either knows not how to use it, or that he can’t. It’s been dark since the rupture,” Jackobi said.

“Why? Why does my head haunt me so? Show me things that will never be?” Rolce asked aloud.

“Coming from a blind man, that’s just another day in the life,” Whip Miles said. Rolce turned, and saw he brought company.

“I wish you all didn’t follow me. Don’t you . . .” Rolce started.

“No, I don’t. This may have been our home at one time, Rolce. But not anymore. It’s a crater, it’s dead. Everything that was the Renegades, everything that was . . . him. Died right here,” Crass Bastio said.

“It wasn’t him. It was Drakearon, it was always Drakearon. It still is, it,” Rolce started.

“Keep telling yourself that Rolce. I watched my father die right before my eyes on that rampage of his, and my mother, I never even saw her go. I know he was your buddy, hell, he was my buddy too, but even your owl, your boon, a piece of yourself, Rolce, it’s gone for good, killed by him.” Crass said.

Rolce stared at him, but said nothing.

“You want to live in the denial, live in the past, Rolce? Fine, but don’t endanger yourself to do it, coming out here. You know we can’t be separated, not now. Losing someone as important as you? I don’t want to see you lose yourself to a damned memory,” Crass said, and with that, Crass turned and began to walk. Then stopped and turned around. “Drakes will be on this place soon. I don’t plan to be around when they do.”

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