Tyrone Evans Clark's Grapefruit: Season I (eBook)

The Wrath of Love

Tyrone E. Clark (Autor)

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2021 | 1. Auflage
398 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-0983-8229-2 (ISBN)

Infos

This story takes place around the 17th century in South Auckland which is located in New Zealand. During this period people were forced to fight against the evil Fiends (Demons/Evil Spirits). Throughout this story the readers are taken on a adventure in the eyes of Virtuous who is one of the heroes of this story and along with a few more interesting characters (Kings, Demons, Fiends, Evil Princesses). And lets not forget the Demonic Evil Witch Immoral who has tons of twisted things up her sleeves.

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This story takes place around the 17th century in South Auckland which is located in New Zealand. During this period people were forced to fight against the evil Fiends (Demons/Evil Spirits). This first book primarily focuses on an South Auckland old woman named Virtuous who gets caught up in magic. As a result of her actions it ends up changing her life forever. Later on she is summoned and forced to fight for her life against pure evil. A Royal and a bunch of other demonic entities are willing to do anything to stop her from becoming Victorious!

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Chapter 1

The Enchanted Fruit

It was a sunken and dreary morning in South Auckland, not much unlike the other days. New Zealand was not a thriving country in the mid-17th century as the impact of poverty and ludicrous warring had drenched the country into decline. Where numerous communities struggled to stay alive and feed their families, there was not much to want for. Amidst the cold airs and dark alleyways, there was not much to see but decapitated homes and sully children roaming around. In the middle of this lifeless island area, something was taking place. A magic of sorts, a change in the grimy square, in a town that you would never be able to locate on a map. A spectacle that would change the course of history.

Our story begins somewhere around mid-morning when the townspeople came out of their homes in search of sustenance. Trade had long since been eradicated due to extreme economic conditions, so the only jobs left were to beg each other for scraps or to go beyond the walls and never return. Although the tale of life beyond the town was never formally told, it was known that those who dared to leave would never return. For centuries now, no one had braved their circumstances or gone on to try. In fact, most children born would die before they hit their twenties. But, all of this was about to change.

The people were about in the square, with their dirty, let down faces and rags that hung perilously from their lifeless bodies. Children seldom laughed or played in this rural town because there was no cause to be happy. The youngest of them would always be ill and in their homes, while older ones would loiter the streets in search of food and water. They never had long to live, so births were not celebrated. As the routine hustle went about much like every other passing day, an anomaly came into the square.

A woman approached the center of the square, dragging her feet as she did. Her appearance was haggard beyond belief, from the rags she adorned to the age apparent on her face. With stretched lines all across her forehead and mouth, you could assume that this gapeseed was well over eighty years old. The gravel road she dragged her tired feet on felt the weight of her years as she strode forward with dirty white hair spilling around her low shoulders. Even in her depressing state, you could tell she used to hold authority. Perhaps in another life, another time. Before this hell-like existence, she was someone people revered.

But this was now. And nothing was revered like the hand that fed you. So, when she stopped in her tracks at the shingle, nobody took note of her. After a moment of silence, the woman began to wail.

Peasants and countrymen stopped in their tracks, snapped out of their hazes and pulled back from their thoughts of want and hunger for a second to register her. Not only was her appearance terrifying, she also smelled like feces had been flung at her. Her hair emitted a urine-like miasma, and the townspeople began to turn away from her horrifying manifestation.

“Can I have some food? Please, can I have some kai? I want some kai. I am so hungry!” the woman began to yell.

“Aye?” one person asked confusedly.

The woman seemed distressed beyond words, beyond the hunger she was expressing so loudly. “Can someone please give me some kai? I am begging you! Please, I am so hungry, please help me!”

The people glared in her direction, out of frustration and anger, but more because she seemed insane. Nobody had the time to deal with such an issue. Survival was the only thing that mattered. People began to pull their children away from where the haggard woman stood, crying hysterically.

“Humans are supposed to help one another,” the munted woman continued. “Why isn’t anyone helping me? I need kai, I need it. I am starving. Please help me!”

She turned in all directions, continuing her rant, getting audibly louder and more out of her mind. “I desire a feast, do you hear me? Something delicious and mouthwatering! I need wonderful food that will feel my soul and fulfill me!”

“Do ye know who I am?” the old woman yelled. “Do ye know how important I am? Listen to me, ye peasants!”

After several minutes of iteration, a young boy stepped forward from the crowd. He could not be more than six years old, a wood mite of a child, yet his stature was strong and brave. The child stepped forward, cautiously to where the hag was screaming. He had a small cup in his hands. No one dared to stop him because he had no one to look after him. Orphaned from a very young age, the boy did not have a mother to take him into her arms and soothe his troubled mind.

The child reached the anomaly in the middle of the square. She looked at his visage questioningly and noticed the determination in his beady eyes. He put forward the cup with his right hand, and she saw it was filled with murky, brown water. The offering looked repulsive, but something in the munted hag softened.

“It’s all I have,” the boy mumbled in his small voice. “Take it.”

She took the cup from his small hands, clearly pleased at the child’s generosity. “Thank ye. Aye, may God bless ye.”

The boy muttered something under his breath and backtracked, disappearing into one of the decapitated flats. The people watched him go and then turned their gaze to the woman. She stood there like a stillborn, with the cup of dirty water gripped in her worn down hands. She looked saddened and grateful as if the child’s kindness had mended a part of her broken soul.

“Crazy hag,” someone said, and they all began to disperse. “Crazy woman, aye.”

The woman felt absolutely dejected, but she did have some hope in her dead eyes. The townspeople did not notice this, or they simply did not care. They just did not have anything to offer her.

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The following day, the munted woman came back. This was a shock to nearly everyone in the town because no event continued to take place in their depilated area. Usually, if an occurrence took place, it lasted one day, and then everyone forgot about it. But, this was no ordinary incident. This was fate taking control of a rundown world by its hands. The woman began her yelling a bit earlier on the second day. She stood with her spectral form in the middle of the shingle and began the chant. The peasants from before looked on and wondered why she was begging them for food when they barely had scraps.

The woman carried on with her charade until a young girl courageously stepped forward and presented her with a dirty scarf that had been worn and torn from years of use. The actions of the young girl did make the older woman happier, and she seemed a bit more sedated. However, the sadness inside her was still quite evident and manifested as soon as the girl walked away. The crowd once again dispersed because they were getting tired of her exploitation and had their own problems to deal with.

The third day was not much different. Everyone saw the old woman pull up to the square, and voices went around calling her ‘crazy’ and ‘out of her mind’. The old hag did not pay much heed to the chatter and instead went on with her ritual.

“Does anyone have some kai that I can eat? Please give me some kai. I am so hungry! Please, please help me!”

Finally, after much of the ruckus annoyed the townsfolk, an old man came forward. He presented the woman with a filthy pair of shoes, with faded soles and a dull grey color from years of wear and tear. The old woman’s face softened at his kindness as she saw that he was barefoot himself. Besides the little girl, the old man was the only one who dared to assist the old woman. He had handed her a pair of old shoes, the only ones he had. But she saw through his actions. Before she could even thank him, he walked back dejectedly on bare feet, cracked at the soles, and exhausted from age.

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Despite the eventful first three days, there was not much of import that happened until the fourth consecutive day of the old woman’s begging. She kept asking people for food and would not quiet down her voice, a futile attempt as there was no food to go around. For some reason, the old woman was pushing more on the fourth day. Was it intense desperation or starvation which was getting to her? And, how long could she keep this up? The townspeople wondered if this was going to be an everyday occurrence, if she was going to plague their bleak lives until she died. But, they did not have to worry too much. After all, she was just an old munted woman.

“Please give me some kai to eat, I cannot take it anymore. Do ye hear me? I want some kai now!”

The shingle road seemed to become its own in the following moment. Nothing around the woman changed, but there was a hum in the air. It was as if the rocks buried in the earth were rising to the top. The old woman was caught off balance but before she could say anything, a figure appeared in front of her.

There was a beautiful woman standing in front of her. She was adorned in a hood like garment that covered her eyes. The hood faded into a long black dress wrapped around the woman’s body. This happened in mere seconds but the old woman did not notice. Her new companion came with soot-black eyes hidden under darkish blonde hair. There was a...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 16.6.2021
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• ISBN-10: 1-0983-8229-3 / 1098382293
• ISBN-13: 978-1-0983-8229-2 / 9781098382292