The myriad storm domain, p.1
The Myriad Storm Domain, page 1
part #1 of Chronicle of Lightning Series
Chronicle of Lightning
Book 1
By
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Chronicle of Lightning
First Edition, 2019
Author’s Notes
Chronicle of Lightning is the tale about a very mysterious young man whose origins are quite unusual, a youth born of lightning whose sole existence seems to be an embodiment of its will. Where will his journey take him? What fate does destiny has planned? Find out now in this shocking tale that begins with a thunderous storm…
Table of Contents
Chronicle of Lightning
The Myriad Storm Domain
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
Chapter 32
Acknowledgement
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The Myriad Storm Domain
Chronicle of Lightning Book 1
Prologue
In a world that was surrounded by a raging swirl of chaotic energies forming a sight that was no different from a bottomless maelstrom, a group of drifting landforms could be seen on its outermost edges joined together in a strange formation. These landforms were of a variety of sizes, with the center most landmasses of a much larger scale when compared to the exterior lands. An unusual array of towers proudly stood at their centers with the innermost landmass having the highest tower of all, one which had stretched towards the very limits of the sky itself as if taking on the manner of a guardian that watched over its people.
If one looked closely, they would notice that a particular light would occasionally flicker from each of these towers as they formed a pillar of colorful light that connected with these chaotic skies.
They formed a pale white barrier which had grown to a scale that had surrounded all landmasses, forming an enclosed world that was free from the influence of the raging swirls chaotic storms; much like an actual sky transitioning between the daytime, the afternoon and the night, as it marked each passing of the hour, each change of a given season.
Yet, while this magical sky had the power to prevent the swirls chaotic outer storms from completely devastating the lands within its enclosure. It could not hinder, any sudden or abrupt changes that these storms may actually brew up within its boundaries...
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This place was unknown, a mystery to many who exist within the myriad realms. A place entrapped by the heavens itself as if it was cursed to remain obscured by the perpetual storms of the swirling chaos till the end of time, one that came to be known as, the Myriad Storm Domain.
In a distant edge of this world, on a fairly small landmass that was no bigger than a few thousand square kilometers, was a settlement that remained disconnected from the others; it was a place that would usually carry a great deal of liveliness and spirit, but today its atmosphere was of a different kind…
At the liveliest hours of daylight, the sky that would normally be a vast display of bright azure with random clumps of white clouds was now shrouded by an unusually broad cluster of dark clouds. These clouds blanketed the sky for as far as one could see as a terrifying thunderstorm loomed above the heavens, threatening the very earth beneath its reign.
The rumbling sounds of thunder resounding across the world as colorful streaks of humongous lightning-bolts snaked across the sky as if displaying their dominance to the world.
A large village that had existed for an untold amount of time had now transformed into a desolate land, its citizens scattering about as they fled towards a variety of cave shelters in the distance.
“Quickly run to the shelters!” One individual said in a panic.
“Move faster!” Another said flusteredly.
The villagers fled with all their might luckily avoiding the stray streaks of thunderbolts that wreaked havoc upon the land arriving at a few of the nearby caves.
Shortly after their escape, a massive blue thunderbolt with purple streaks had bolted down from the heavens. It crashed into the earth within the region of the devastated village and the distant sheltering caverns, creating a gigantic crater for a few hundred meters as sparks of electricity scattered about the vicinity.
Soon, most of the lights from the massive bolt of lightning had waned along with the previously chaotic and thunderous scene. The storm clouds now fading as they started to reveal patches of the azure sky causing rays of sunlight to beam downwards at the surroundings bringing focus to the massive crater.
There, two figures could be noticed, one of a small five-year-old boy with sparkling blue hair that flowed with the wind as he was gently held by a gorgeous woman of peerless grace that gently gazed at him with loving care. She was a woman with long black hair that was bundled together into a long ponytail that fell to her knees, as her alluring red lips were curved into a smile while her jewel-like golden eyes gazed into the eyes of the sleeping child held within her embrace; her sleeveless rose patterned purple robes tightly bounded by a golden sash embellished with exquisite markings, as the robes lower hems flowed back and forth due to the rising winds.
Suddenly, she looked towards her side and noticed that a lot of people had gathered around the massive crater, each of them looking at the child in her arms with an unparalleled amount of hatred and viciousness in their eyes. A few of them had tearful eyes and were crying as if they lost their most important thing, while others emanated a dense amount of killing intent, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
The woman facing this scene subconsciously increased her grip on the child as her bright golden eyes gleamed with a steady light. She stared at the leading individual who stood at the forefront of the angered villagers that now surrounded her before parting her lips and speaking in a solemn voice. "I don't care what you have to say, nor what might have happened because of his birth, for the only thing I shall state right now is that from this day on, he is my child..."
The world remained in silence, as despite being angered a few of the male villagers amongst the group couldn't help but fall into a daze as they stared at the woman, who despite wearing a severe expression was incapable of shrouding her natural allure.
The fragrant scent of roses now wafting towards the noses of many due to the increasing winds making the individuals unable to rush forward to attack with brute force. The leader of this group who was a versatile looking middle-aged man that wore decorated clothing, gazed towards her with a deep look in his eyes before shaking his head to calm his mood.
As he recalled her previous words, he frowned as his eyes then ruthlessly glanced at the boy in her arms before he looked at her and replied, "Good! Good!! Good!!!" He said three times in anger, as his eyes became bloodshot before he continued, "Fen Hua, I hope that you will remember this day... remember the day, you chose to raise that demon!"
His voice reverberating across the surroundings as he turned around and walk away, the villagers soon after following behind him as they looked towards the child with hatred before they turned around and made their way towards the ruined village.
Fen Hua looked at the villagers leaving with a slight regret in her eyes for a moment before she shook her head and glanced down at the sleeping boy in her embrace. His cute little figure shining due to the lights from the rays above, as his hair gave off a divine radiance even in his state of dreams.
She gently rubbed his head and spoke in a charming voice that seemed as if it could soothe the heavens, "Don't worry Little Dai... mother will protect you..."
The winds carrying her gentle voice across the devastated surroundings, as the world seemed as if it was about to beckon a new beginning...
Chapter 1
The Demon of Thunder Tale Village
The cool winds of autumn mildly swept across a vast land, stirring the verdant meadows that spanned along its broad open field, as it gently swayed the branches belonging to a line of spiritual rosewood trees that decorated the plains. A warm hue giving rise to the evening ambiance as the paling lights of the setting sun hinted to an end for a hard-working day.
Underneath these warm rays of light was a simple settlement, or rather, a semi-completed village that seemed to be undergoing a major restoration. There were bunches of lumber, iron, square-shaped rocks, pickaxes, shovels, and many more construction tools scattered about the ground, as a small group of burly looking men slowly moved about while reorganizing these pieces of equipment.
It seemed that these individuals were the last batch left to clean up after a full day’s work, as most of the other workers had long since retired to their homes or nearest taverns inside of the village.
Eventually, this group of workers had finished organizing the various gears and equipment within the working fields. They sat on the ground and started to wipe the sweat from their foreheads while conversing with each other.
"Ah... finally, we can rest!" One of the men said tiredly, as he chugged a large jug of water down his throat.
"Indeed, sigh... I don't know about you, but all this work is getting on my nerves..." The man beside him said, as his tired face showed a trace of annoyance.
The other man hearing this shook his head before placing his arms around the back of his head, and his feet on top of a nearby stool as he replied, "Chet! It can't be helped, after what happened that year, I'm even surprised we even came this far. If it hadn’t been for the volunteers, I doubt we could have made this much progress..."
As he spoke this, his eyes wandered towards the surroundings gazing at the many reconstructed buildings numbering into the thousands, the man by his side also glanced around at the scene outside of the construction region with a look of satisfaction as even his previous annoyance faded a bit.
Quickly, the other man moved his eyes from the surroundings and got to his feet, he brushed off the dirt from his clothing and looked towards his working companions one last time before waving his arm and walking off into the distant streets while speaking, "Well, I'm off for today, see you guys tomorrow!"
"Alright, heh! So quick to leave, I know where you're headed you better take it easy on that swine..." The other man replied with a knowing look on his face as he smiled.
"Hahaha!" The group of workers laughed as they heard his words knowing full well what the other man was hinting.
"Hmph! A brother has to cut loose every once and a while, but I’ll keep your advice in mind..." The man said as his back continued to grow distant.
"Right-right!" The men replied as they looked at him with a look of understanding on their faces. Soon, the figure of the man vanished from their eyes.
Upon seeing this, the men started to gather their things as they prepared to leave from this area. The individual who was previously speaking with the man who had just left was now looking around in confusion.
"Just my luck! Now that I'm ready to leave this 'slave zone,' it's trying its best to keep me here!" He said with a frown on his face as he looked around the ground.
"Huh? What's wrong?!" Some the men noticing his plight soon came over an inquired, the man seeing this promptly responded with a flurried look, "My bag, I can't seem to find it anywhere..."
"How you'd lose that thing? Sigh, guys let help him out..." One of the workers said as he scurried about the area to look for the bag, the others hearing this nodded and started to search.
After searching for a while, one of the men soon found it stashed underneath a rusty metallic container. They handed it to the man who promptly slung it over his shoulder before cupping his hands and replying to the worker group, "Thanks guys I really owe you one..."
"Haha! It's no problem. Let's just get out of here..." They said as they prepared to head off into the distant street, but as this happened, they couldn't help but pause their eyes towards the remote plains that resided outside of the construction fields.
Step... Step... Step... The sound of a sturdy set of footsteps could be heard as a silhouette appeared within the distance, as the more time passed the figure of the youth was slowly revealed.
A youth no older than sixteen years of age could be seen slowly making his way towards the village, he was dressed in a set of plain ragged robes with rough sandals on the bottom of his feet and had a fairly wide bamboo hat covering his face.
A handsome youth with long glowing blue hair that was bound together with a strap as it fell down the nape of his neck. If one were to look closely at his well-chiseled face, they would see a sharp, intelligent pair of eyes that carried with it a hint of sadness that was shrouded by a firm and determined will.
"Che! This fellow looks similar to that little bastard..." One of the workers said with a tone filled with discontent.
"Eh? I'd almost forgotten about that little runt! Where is he now? Has he been found yet?"Another individual said with a look of anger on his face.
The worker who had previously found his missing bag looked at the group in confusion as he asked, "Hey, who's that now? What did such a young brat do to warrant such a response from you guys?"
"Huh? Oh, you're not originally from around these parts are you?" One of the other workers asked back in reply.
The worker with the bag shook his head and spoke, "Un. I came here on volunteer this month you see I'm actually from one of those disconnected villages."
"Ah, it’s no wonder then, you’re here for the extra earnings from this type of large-scale groundwork." One of them said as he showed a look of understanding.
"Pretty much so... so I don't know of the legends or tales in these parts..." The worker replied while fixing his eyes on the blue-haired young man who was nearing the village with curiosity.
As they saw his gaze, the other workers looked at each other slightly and shook their heads as if to reject something as they agreed to enlighten him.
"Ah... well you see, the brat we're talking about is cursed." One person said awkwardly.
“Cursed?" The curious worker asked as he looked towards his companions puzzledly.
The others seeing his persistence frowned, suddenly one of them tapped the worker's shoulders and spoke with a mysterious expression on his face, "The child we speak of goes by the name of Dai Lin, and they say he's a rather famous one not only around these parts but far and wide, a child who was cursed since the very moment of his birth as he was borne on the same day as this town's first disaster."
The worker looked on curiously as he heard these words while the individuals around him looked at him solemnly. The man whose hand was on his shoulders now trembling as the two looked towards the peaceful young man that had only now walked them by as he spoke once more, "There is also another saying… a saying that formed because of what happened a few years ago. It was said that with this event he was given a title by the denizens of these parts, being called a demon of lightning that was prone to pure destruction, the Demon of the Windtale Village."
The worker hearing this shook his head and replied, “Heh! Such an interesting title, well I’m off! Thanks for filling me in on these details!” He said while walking off, the other individuals looking at him for a while before they shook their heads and started to head out separately.
As they began to leave one of them couldn’t help but speak to the other, “Hmm, it should be about ‘that time’ again right?”
The man beside him seemed to have guessed what he was trying to say and replied, “Oh yeah! It should be, hehe! I suppose this youngster that has just appeared is most likely going to join in with the current batch of talents. This generation’s Myriad Tower Trials should prove to be rather interesting…”
“Ah... the trials, so much unlike the one from ten years ago, there should be quite a large following this time due to what happened back then. I have to wonder if that kid is still lucky enough to be alive. If he is, I can only wonder where he is right now. Will he even risk appearing before the crowds to attend? They can't seriously be thinking of holding this event like the routine would they...” One of the voices said.
