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Shadow’s
Hand
The
Shadow’s Creed Saga Book 1
Shadow’s Creed Saga Book 1
by
Noelle Nichols
Noelle Nichols
Genre:
Epic Fantasy
Epic Fantasy
I
used to believe our morals were absolute.
used to believe our morals were absolute.
I
no longer am certain.
no longer am certain.
Imposters
pose as our Shadow group, spreading panic and killing innocents
across the lands. These False Shadows wield a magic in its infancy, a
power they call the Skills. There’s great potential to this power,
but a menacing undertone taints those who wield it. Their intentionsare sinister, without purpose, and their morals, questionable.
pose as our Shadow group, spreading panic and killing innocents
across the lands. These False Shadows wield a magic in its infancy, a
power they call the Skills. There’s great potential to this power,
but a menacing undertone taints those who wield it. Their intentionsare sinister, without purpose, and their morals, questionable.
I
am Kilo, a Shadow of Vaiyene, and I vow to put an end to these False
Shadows. My friends have been killed. My homeland, threatened. These
imposters know our weakness, and they seek to exploit who we are. I
fear before the end, I may forsake the very creed I’ve lived my
life by. Despite this, I must persist and find a way to return peace
to the lands. I will become the strength our people need.
am Kilo, a Shadow of Vaiyene, and I vow to put an end to these False
Shadows. My friends have been killed. My homeland, threatened. These
imposters know our weakness, and they seek to exploit who we are. I
fear before the end, I may forsake the very creed I’ve lived my
life by. Despite this, I must persist and find a way to return peace
to the lands. I will become the strength our people need.
—
My
parents were brave and honorable.
parents were brave and honorable.
I
am neither of these.
am neither of these.
This
is no longer the world my parents knew. Peace is threatened in
Vaiyene and across the lands. The False Shadows have attacked, and
despite our Phantoms reassurance, I am not naïve enough to believe
we are safe.
is no longer the world my parents knew. Peace is threatened in
Vaiyene and across the lands. The False Shadows have attacked, and
despite our Phantoms reassurance, I am not naïve enough to believe
we are safe.
I
am Shenrae, one of the next generation of Shadows. My comrades doubt
me, as I often doubt myself, but I have no other choice than to
fight. The Phantoms cannot protect us for long. Soon, I will have to
find my place, and my strength, or I will lose everything I have
left.
am Shenrae, one of the next generation of Shadows. My comrades doubt
me, as I often doubt myself, but I have no other choice than to
fight. The Phantoms cannot protect us for long. Soon, I will have to
find my place, and my strength, or I will lose everything I have
left.
Shadow’s
Hand is the first book in a heroic epic fantasy, inspired by Japan’s
samurai and their warrior code Bushido. It’s a story about the
makings of a hero and the hero’s sacrifice. If you like characters
with strong morals, fast-paced epic storytelling and exploring
magic’s morality, you’ll love The Shadow’s Creed Saga. Pick up a
copy today and join Kilo and Shenrae on their heart-twisting journey
to restore peace.
Hand is the first book in a heroic epic fantasy, inspired by Japan’s
samurai and their warrior code Bushido. It’s a story about the
makings of a hero and the hero’s sacrifice. If you like characters
with strong morals, fast-paced epic storytelling and exploring
magic’s morality, you’ll love The Shadow’s Creed Saga. Pick up a
copy today and join Kilo and Shenrae on their heart-twisting journey
to restore peace.
Hello,
I’m Noelle. A writer, a creator and most of all a dreamer.
I’m Noelle. A writer, a creator and most of all a dreamer.
We
have the opportunities, both as writers and readers, to experience
people who are better than ourselves. Flawed still, but people who go
against all odds, perhaps too great for us in real life to aspire to.
They speak grander, fight against magical forces and live in a place
where imagination and dreams can thrive. This is why I write Fantasy.
Within my characters I find the strength and hope for a better
tomorrow, one that can be more fantastical and beyond reality. It’s
these characters that I wish to write, and these journeys I want to
take my reader’s on.
have the opportunities, both as writers and readers, to experience
people who are better than ourselves. Flawed still, but people who go
against all odds, perhaps too great for us in real life to aspire to.
They speak grander, fight against magical forces and live in a place
where imagination and dreams can thrive. This is why I write Fantasy.
Within my characters I find the strength and hope for a better
tomorrow, one that can be more fantastical and beyond reality. It’s
these characters that I wish to write, and these journeys I want to
take my reader’s on.
I’ve been
writing my trilogy, The Shadows Creed Saga, for the past five years.
The original idea came to me back in high school where I had the
support of many of my English teachers to continue writing the book.
However, I realized that in order to write a good book, I needed to
have experienced life more. I needed to lose someone close. I needed
to have my heartbroken. I needed to know what it was like to really
love someone, and what it means to be loved. So, I put my book awayand came back to it eight years later. I feel that I can instill my
life experiences into my characters now and really understand
them.
writing my trilogy, The Shadows Creed Saga, for the past five years.
The original idea came to me back in high school where I had the
support of many of my English teachers to continue writing the book.
However, I realized that in order to write a good book, I needed to
have experienced life more. I needed to lose someone close. I needed
to have my heartbroken. I needed to know what it was like to really
love someone, and what it means to be loved. So, I put my book awayand came back to it eight years later. I feel that I can instill my
life experiences into my characters now and really understand
them.
I now feel I have the
discipline, experience and imagination needed to bring the books to
publication. For now, this is my records to publication and my
writing process. My only wish is to write books that take people on a
journey, and feel that perhaps they have a friend and someone to
aspire to within the pages.
discipline, experience and imagination needed to bring the books to
publication. For now, this is my records to publication and my
writing process. My only wish is to write books that take people on a
journey, and feel that perhaps they have a friend and someone to
aspire to within the pages.
Excerpt from Chapter 6, The Farewell, Kilo POV
I knelt upon the ground and placed my candle between Zavi and Mia’s swords. Syrane and Shenrae
joined me, placing their own candles in the cracks of the rocks. I covered my eyes with my hand,
digging my fingers against the side of my head.
There will be no replacing them.
I removed my hand and looked at the mark on the back of my hand. The scar as clear as it had
been seventeen years ago. Zavi, Mia, and I, on our first Shadow mission, burned ourselves with the
tip of a blade. It was little more than a triangular imprint, but the mark showed our ties. As long as I
lived, I would carry them with me.
“Did you ever notice the marks on your parents’ hands?” I spoke, my voice steady, meeting
Shenrae, then Syrane’s eyes. “We were about the same age as you when we branded ourselves
with a metal knife.”
I stood up, offering Shenrae my hand and nudging Syrane with my foot. “There’s a place not too
much higher than here. It’s one of the spots I used to go with Zavi and Mia. I need to talk to the two
of you.”
I met Finae’s gaze over Shenrae’s head, and she nodded. I would meet up with her later.
I led Shenrae and Syrane away from those who lingered, circling around the Reikon Tree and
stepping between the swords, lances, pikes, arrows, and axes of my fellow Shadows. Their souls
were at peace now, but their protection remained. It was the unspoken strength of the Shadows.
One never truly was alone.
Leaves fell on my shoulders, and I brushed them off, the fresh air bringing peace to my steps. The
Reikon Trees was a sight in any season, but in winter, giant icicles hung from the branches,
catching the sunlight and casting rainbows across the frozen waters. I’d brought Finae here, many
times, and not just in the wintertime. She had wanted to capture the image on canvas, but I stopped
her. Sometimes the only way to experience something was to make the journey for oneself.
Syrane and Shenrae trailed behind me, their solemn footsteps trudging in the gathered leaves. I
climbed onto a rock outcropping, the Reikon Tree and crystal waters down below. I sat down on the
edge of the rocks and let out a along breath.
“Vaiyene is what your parents fought for and they died to protect it.”
Shenrae and Syrane were old enough to understand a Shadow’s burdens upon their family, but I
needed to do what I could to bring them closure. My heart was still numb from everything that
happened, but warm enough that I did not wish to cause any unnecessary pain or worry for them.
They had not been told why their parents died—or how—or of the reason behind the attacks in
Vaiyene.
I wrestled with the consequences of doing so.
If our places were reversed, I would appreciate the truth. But, they were young, impressionable, and
Syrane did not have control of himself. Anger would give them purpose, but it would destroy them.
The Shadows never sought vengeance. Their parents would not wish for it either.
But knowing Syrane, and his temper, if I do not guide his emotion, it will destroy him, the same as
his father struggled against it.
Syrane and Shenrae waited for me to continue.
They deserved the truth.
I knelt upon the ground and placed my candle between Zavi and Mia’s swords. Syrane and Shenrae
joined me, placing their own candles in the cracks of the rocks. I covered my eyes with my hand,
digging my fingers against the side of my head.
There will be no replacing them.
I removed my hand and looked at the mark on the back of my hand. The scar as clear as it had
been seventeen years ago. Zavi, Mia, and I, on our first Shadow mission, burned ourselves with the
tip of a blade. It was little more than a triangular imprint, but the mark showed our ties. As long as I
lived, I would carry them with me.
“Did you ever notice the marks on your parents’ hands?” I spoke, my voice steady, meeting
Shenrae, then Syrane’s eyes. “We were about the same age as you when we branded ourselves
with a metal knife.”
I stood up, offering Shenrae my hand and nudging Syrane with my foot. “There’s a place not too
much higher than here. It’s one of the spots I used to go with Zavi and Mia. I need to talk to the two
of you.”
I met Finae’s gaze over Shenrae’s head, and she nodded. I would meet up with her later.
I led Shenrae and Syrane away from those who lingered, circling around the Reikon Tree and
stepping between the swords, lances, pikes, arrows, and axes of my fellow Shadows. Their souls
were at peace now, but their protection remained. It was the unspoken strength of the Shadows.
One never truly was alone.
Leaves fell on my shoulders, and I brushed them off, the fresh air bringing peace to my steps. The
Reikon Trees was a sight in any season, but in winter, giant icicles hung from the branches,
catching the sunlight and casting rainbows across the frozen waters. I’d brought Finae here, many
times, and not just in the wintertime. She had wanted to capture the image on canvas, but I stopped
her. Sometimes the only way to experience something was to make the journey for oneself.
Syrane and Shenrae trailed behind me, their solemn footsteps trudging in the gathered leaves. I
climbed onto a rock outcropping, the Reikon Tree and crystal waters down below. I sat down on the
edge of the rocks and let out a along breath.
“Vaiyene is what your parents fought for and they died to protect it.”
Shenrae and Syrane were old enough to understand a Shadow’s burdens upon their family, but I
needed to do what I could to bring them closure. My heart was still numb from everything that
happened, but warm enough that I did not wish to cause any unnecessary pain or worry for them.
They had not been told why their parents died—or how—or of the reason behind the attacks in
Vaiyene.
I wrestled with the consequences of doing so.
If our places were reversed, I would appreciate the truth. But, they were young, impressionable, and
Syrane did not have control of himself. Anger would give them purpose, but it would destroy them.
The Shadows never sought vengeance. Their parents would not wish for it either.
But knowing Syrane, and his temper, if I do not guide his emotion, it will destroy him, the same as
his father struggled against it.
Syrane and Shenrae waited for me to continue.
They deserved the truth.
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