Introducing My Publisher: Morgan James Publishing (Take 1)

Hi guys! So, in my last post I dropped a bomb on y’all, telling you that I landed a publishing deal a couple of months ago. In another post, I’m going to tell you HOW I landed this deal and my journey to this point. In this post, I’m introducing my publisher.

*drum roll*

MORGAN JAMES PUBLISHING!

MorganJames.png

Yay!

Yeah, you probably already figured that out from the title. Ha! Morgan James Publishing is a tier one Independent New York based publisher with offices in the United States, Canada, Europe and Australia. They have a couple of New York Times Best Sellers on their belt, which I think is really cool, seeing how I want to be a NYT Bestselling author and with this first book!

Morgan James Publishing is a traditional publisher, so no vanity press and whatnot. They were recently ranked by Publishers Weekly as one of the fastest growing independent publisher in the U.S.

Okay. That’s my brief unofficial overview on Morgan James. Nice, huh? That’s what I thought.

The deal I signed with Morgan James Publishing is great. Better than average, in fact. I’m super excited about being a Morgan James author and can’t wait for my YA book to be published. I don’t have a final date, yet, but I do have a meeting in two weeks with the team. We’re supposed to talk about final release dates, timeline and a host of other important things. As soon as I have more information, I’ll let you know.

Fingers crossed.

Advertisements

Hello World!

Hi everyone and happy easter!

I’m back! Yes, I’m back! For good this time, because this is home…

Home.jpg

I have a lot to share with you that I’m totally bristling with excitement right now as I type out this post. I’ve been working behind the scene on a lot of projects, some of which are mine, some of which aren’t (ghostwriting and stuff).

However, I’m making a commitment to start blogging actively again. So you’re going to be  getting a lot of my posts weekly going forward. I admit there’s another reason for this besides the fact that I want to reconnect with you and that is I’m going to need your help in the coming weeks and months. Here’s why.

I landed a publishing deal a couple of months ago. YAY!!

YAY.jpg

It’s for a YA Fantasy Adventure. I’ll be telling you all about this publishing deal in the following posts. But it’s huge, it’s exciting, and I’m so glad to be taking this next big step as an author.  I’m now going to be traditionally published, which means aside from being on all online retail store, you can expect to see my books in the bookstores!

books-1204029_1920.jpg

I may be revisiting some of my self-published works now and then, while I work with my publisher on getting this new book ready for prime time.

I’m also working on another exciting new story, which is definitely getting the whole ‘traditional publisher’ treatment, haha! I’m totally stoked about this new book! It’s huge folks, I tell you. I’m going to be doing all sorts of reveals about this new story I’m working on with time.

See why I’ll need your help? To get the word out.

There’s a lot of fun happening here. A lot of great stories and wonderful experiences in these books. I’m sharing them with you, hoping that you would share them with others. Share the posts. Tell someone about these books. Encourage them to like and follow my blog.

I’m also active on social media: Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. The more the merrier, and we like it merrier, don’t we? :).

Well, there you have it! These are just a few of the things that have been happening with me. I’m glad I have you all caught up with me. I would love to know what’s been happening with you, your dreams and all. Let me know in the comment section below!

Wrath of Elijah (#1, The Blood Moons Series) – AVAILABLE NOW!!!

…after four blood moons, bad things will happen.

Though the patriarchs of faith are dead, they live on through their descendants. Their traits, strengths, and even weaknesses—all transferred from up the generational line down to the twenty first century. But as these patriarchs live on through their offspring, so do their foes. The same battles are being fought. Only, the stakes are higher now than they were then.

Johnny Akinwale is your average 12 year old boy living with his parents in the slums of Ajegunle. In the day he goes to school; in the night he survives on the streets by wits and sheer force of will. At birth, he was diagnosed with a rare disease which left him perpetually feverish. He was consigned to living a marginalized life and one of great distress and sorrow. However, what the doctors did not know was that the root of Johnny’s fevers was not in science but in an ancient power he possessed as a result of who he was—one same power which runs in his bloodline. Johnny Akinwale is a descendant of the fiery prophet, Elijah.

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00007]

Johnny neither knows of this power nor of the fact that it has pitted him against evil forces that are beyond the control of a 12 year old. Nevertheless, this becomes clear to him as he encounters Sagnarok. A lieutenant in the armies of Hell, Sagnarok has been sent to the ancient city of Lagos to trigger the blood moons. Johnny must heed the call to greatness and stop Sagnarok against all odds.

Johnny does not know what the blood moons will cause. Only that after four blood moons, bad things will happen.

Kindle version Now Available for $3.99:

Amazon

Amazon UK

Print version Now Available for $8.25:

Amazon

Amazon UK

Read an excerpt HERE.

Have you already read the book? Let me know what you think by commenting below. Don’t forget to share this with your friends!

The Blood Moons: Chapter Reveal! (A Look Inside!)

Chapter Seven

 Desolation of Orunmila

Timi started swinging the moment the creatures began to attack. Bursts, and intermittently short floods, of fire blasted from Johnny’s hands, and tens of monkey-like creatures caught on fire. But there were simply too many creatures to blast with fire. They were overwhelmed and overpowered within seconds…

CONTINUE HERE

 

Order your physical copy now! Link below:

AMAZON

AMAZON UK

Kindle Version Available Soon.

Share!

The Blood Moons Series: Wrath of Elijah Coming This January 24!

THIS JANUARY 24

…after four blood moons, bad things will happen.

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00007]

Though the patriarchs of faith are dead, they live on through their descendants. Their traits, strengths, and even weaknesses—all transferred from up the generational line down to the twenty first century. But as these patriarchs live on through their offspring, so do their foes. The same battles are being fought. Only, the stakes are higher now than they were then.

Johnny Akinwale is your average 12 year old boy living with his parents in the slums of Ajegunle. In the day he goes to school; in the night he survives on the streets by wits and sheer force of will. At birth, he was diagnosed with a rare disease which left him perpetually feverish. He was consigned to living a marginalized life and one of great distress and sorrow. However, what the doctors did not know was that the root of Johnny’s fevers was not in science but in an ancient power he possessed as a result of who he was—one same power which runs in his bloodline.

Johnny Akinwale is a descendant of the fiery prophet, Elijah.

Johnny neither knows of this power nor of the fact that it has pitted him against evil forces that are beyond the control of a 12 year old. Nevertheless, this becomes clear to him as he encounters Sagnarok. A lieutenant in the armies of Hell, Sagnarok has been sent to the ancient city of Lagos to trigger the blood moons. Johnny must heed the call to greatness and stop Sagnarok against all odds.

Johnny does not know what the blood moons will cause. Only that after four blood moons, bad things will happen.

Coming Soon!

Subscribe to my mailing list to never miss an update concerning this book or any other book! Subscribe HERE.

Up next: Content Reveals! Stay Tuned.

Don’t forget to like and share.

PREORDER The Uprising NOW (60% Off)!

UPRISING

Sarah Justice is many good things, including a descent Earth Elemental, a wonderful partner to her man, and a new mother. However, when an extremely powerful Dualist from the future—a man able to wield the magic of two of the Elements—abducts her newborn, she is turned into a cold blooded killer. In a bid to rescue her child, she sparks a rebellion, birthing an organization of young, skilled Elementals, who are immediately branded terrorists, and blithely transgressing every Law known to her kind. And the powers that be—the Global Elemental Authority and its ruthless leader, Commander Thorn, who is infamous for being remarkably vile to offenders—are not in the slightest forgiving. But there are bigger occult entities at play. Sarah may soon realize that her resolve is not enough. Notwithstanding, she has vowed to recover her child, heedless of where it takes her: to death or to victory.

 

REVIEW:

This is a captivating read and difficult to put this book down. Kachi has a very pleasant writing style and the story develops beautifully following a great pace, which is important to me. This is definitely a great start to a new series I will keep reading.

Sarah develops throughout the story to a very strong heroine. I struggled a little bit with her since she on one hand does anything to get her son back, regardless on how many will die, but also fights a greater organization with many flaws. So I am definitely looking forward to hear more about her […]

– Ramona Plant (GOODREADS)

Pre-Order a copy now and get up to 60% Off. Pre-order at:

Amazon

Amazon UK

Barnes and Noble

iBooks

Kobobooks

Don’t miss out on any information concerning this book or any other book. SIGN UP HERE!

The Uprising: …to death or to victory!

THIS AUGUST 19

…to death or to victory

Template-3D

Sarah Justice is many good things, including a descent Earth Elemental, a wonderful partner to her man, and a new mother. However, when an extremely powerful Dualist from the future—a man able to wield the magic of two of the Elements—she is turned into a cold blooded killer. In a bid to rescue her child, she sparks a rebellion, birthing an organization of young, skilled Elementals, who have been branded terrorists, and blithely transgressing every law known to her kind. And the powers that be—the Global Elemental Authority and its ruthless leader, Commander Thorn, who is infamous for being remarkably vile to offenders—are not in the slightest forgiving. But there are bigger occult entities at play. Sarah may soon realize that her resolve is not enough. Notwithstanding, she has vowed to recover her child, heedless of where it takes her: to death or to victory.

PRE-ORDER NOW AND GET MORE THAN 60% OFF!

Pre-order at:

BandN

Kobo

Pre-order links for Amazon and iBooks will be available soon.

Don’t miss out on any information concerning this book or any other book. SIGN UP HERE!

Attack of the Sea Monster (#1, The Mewraters Series) – An Introductory Post

Ah… The much awaited post.

Okay, so I’ll get right to it.

My upcoming book is titled Attack of the Sea Monster. It is the first book in a series titled Mewranters.

It is a coming-of-age Upper Middle Grade Fantasy tale about 12 year old Perry Johnson, the main protagonist, who must rise to the fullness of his power and battle the Sea Monster, who is terrorizing the East River. (I’ll be posting a fuller description soon).

Mewranters is a name I came up with for the set of people among us who possess the ability to change into three different forms: an Aerial form, a Terrestrial form, and an Aquatic form. Their original Charter is to defend the world against Nature’s evil personality at these three frontiers. They exist all around the world, defending the world against monstrosities conjured by “Evil Nature”. Of course, there are those that abuse their powers as we’ll see in the book. (More on these later).

The book releases in June; maybe earlier; I’ll know as soon as the manuscript is back from my editor. The cover is ninety percent done, and everything is looking good.

Though written for Middle Graders and Young Adults, Attack of the Sea Monster can be enjoyed by everyone.

More coming soon.

By the way, have you read The Great Hunt?

Port-2

If yes, kindly leave a review at your favorite retailer. If not, you can get your copy at these retailers: Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble, Kobobooks, and Scribd

Cheers!

KU

Prophecy (#1, The Levitators Series) – A Sneak Peek

Hi there!

So a couple of days ago I hit a hundred followers on Facebook! Exciting, right? I know! To celebrate my followers on Facebook, I decided to post a part of an early scene in a book I’m currently working on.

Book one in a series titled Levitators, Prophecy is a story not unlike stories about Elementals. However, this is one book about Elementals you’ve probably never read before. The concept is unique, fresh, and interesting.

Prophecy (#1, The Levitators Series)

 Copyright 2016

By Kachi Ugo

The following is an excerpt of the first draft of an upcoming book by Kindle Bestselling Author, Kachi Ugo. All rights reserved.

Enjoy!

Peter arrived at the lookout post and found Mr. Barkley standing in the glaring sun with about five dozen chopped wood lying in scattered heaps around him. There was another man Peter didn’t recognize a little ways down the path, past the large wooden house next to Mr. Barkley. Peter didn’t recognize him, but the man was dressed like a gang biker, chains, tattoos and all. He had a hard look in his eyes, and his hands were balled into fists.

“Hello, Mr. Barkley,” Peter said as he approached the man. “It’s me, Peter.”

A look of confusion flashed across the man’s face. “Peter?” Barkley Sanders was one of Peter’s father’s right hand men. He was a powerful Wooder, though you wouldn’t suspect this, what with his puffy appearance, tender eyes, and simple dressing. He was wearing a plain bottom down shirt and pants.

“Yes,” Peter assured him. “I’m here to see my father.”

A huge smile lit up the man’s face. He tackled Peter in a bear hug. “Peter?” he said afterwards. “It’s been what … five years?”

Peter smiled. “It’s been a long time.”

“Hey, Barkley, is everything alright there?” the other man called.

“Everything is fine, Blake,” Mr. Barkley replied. “It’s Peter Crawford.”

“Come on,” he said to Peter. “Let’s get you inside. Your father and brother will be thrilled to have you back.”

Peter nodded and allowed the big man lead him further down the path. His father he was sure of; his brother, he was not so sure of. Blake nodded at him as they passed by and disappeared into the woods.

“A lot has changed since you left,” Mr. Barkley said.

“Really?”

“Well, first your father is now Chief Elder.”

Peter nodded. He’d heard the news a couple of months ago. His father had won by a unanimous vote of the Council of Elders. Unlike Metalers who had a monarchical system of governance, or the Earthers, who preferred democracy, Wooders favored a communal system of ruling its people. Each clan was guided by an Elder, who was part of the Council of Elders. A Chief Elder was elected every two years and had a final say on every matter concerning Wooders.

“There’s also been a lot of people living in your house since you left,” Barkley continued. They’d left the dirt strip, which ended in a thick wall of trunks, and found a hidden path leading deeper into the forest. Barkley didn’t seem to show any sign of it, but the more time Peter spent in the cover of the towering trees, the more anguish tried to rend his heart. He found himself stifling winces and decided it was better if he didn’t accidently touch any of the trees.

“What do you mean a lot of people?” Peter asked, tensed. He didn’t really like a lot of people. Too many variables.

“It’s as if he couldn’t bear to be left alone after you ran away,” Barkley said, as if a teenager running away from home was as normal as a dog crossing the street. “I mean, when he became Chief Elder, there were more people living in the house and even more people coming in and going out. But it all started when you left.”

Barkley grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to a stop. “Listen to me, kid,” he said in a serious tone. “You left us for good when you were a teenager.”

Peter started to protest. “Mr. Barkley—”

“Ah, ah,” he cut him off, shaking his head. “No one’s accusing you of anything. What I’m saying is I hope you’re back for good.”

Peter kept silent. He was anything but back for good. However, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t get what he wanted by going around telling everybody he was only here to use them.

Mr. Barkley gestured down the path, where it met another dead end. Peter took a closer look, and he realized that it wasn’t just cut off by tall trees. These trees were evidently out of place and wrongly grown … except they’d been Levitated into place. Their trunks were about thirty feet in diameter, rising to a height of about a hundred feet. Like a raft, each trunk looked like they’d been slammed into place to form a formidable wall, stretching away from the path on both sides.

Set in place by reverence, Peter reached out from his core and felt the trunk directly before him. It wasn’t shallow. He could feel its hardness. He could feel its unyieldedness.

Baobab,” Peter whispered, his gaze following the wall as it went stretching east and out of sight.

“Fire resistant barks, leafless most of the year, toughest tree known to man,” Barkley said with a hint of pride in his voice. “It’s the perfect protective barrier around the Chief’s house.” He paused, gave a look in the direction of the lookout post, and added, “That is, of course, when you add the numerous Wooders patrolling the environs.”

Peter still couldn’t wrap his mind around it. The enormity of magical power it would have taken to make the wall. It was staggering. “These trees don’t even grow here. How could he have so many in so little time?”

Barkley smiled. “Growing them is easy, you know that. Levitating them under this atmosphere, now that’s the hard part. Once they had been grown to maturity on the Westside, they’d been transported here. It had almost killed your father to raise up the barrier.” He looked up at the trees around them with a pained look in his eyes. Berkley felt it, too. The struggle and strife. Only he had developed an innate resistance to it.

“No one gets in unless they can Levitate wood,” Barkley said, pulling out of his reverie. “I’ve got to get back.” He turned and walked back the same way they had come.

Peter stood where Barkley had left him, not sure what to do next. He hadn’t done any heavy Levitating since he’d ran away. Not Levitating was one way he could forget about his past. Now he stood before the hardest tree in the world, which his father had used to form a wall around his house, and he was expected to make a path through five layers of it in an area that made it impossibly hard for Wooders to use their powers.

He was beginning to think his father had built the wall specifically to keep him out. The son who had betrayed him and ran away.

Peter desperately thought of alternatives to solve his problem. Yet, no matter how he thought of it, the only way forward was through these Baobab trees.

Peter let his mind fall to silence and took in a deep breath. The pain came rushing back into the fore of his mind. Peter let it swirl there for a moment, feeling decades of violation and outright injustice against wildlife pierce through his consciousness with rabid intensity. He put a leash around the storm and brought it under control like a chariots master.

Peter stepped closer to the four trunks occupying where the road should have been, until he could perceive the raw fruity scent it gave off. He puffed out a breath, swallowed hard, and reached out and touched the rough trunk surface. Immediately, his mind was flooded with imageries of each tree that formed the barrier. Where they’d been grown, their life cycle, what Wooder had manipulated them in anyway. It was strange.

He could feel every one Baobab tree, smell their specific scent, and taste their sweet, tangy flavor on his tongue. The information he was receiving was too much for him to bear, and they kept on pouring into his mind with the force of a flood. Peter’s senses became overloaded by the onslaught, and he began to swoon.

Before he could blackout, he felt another Wooder make contact with the barrier somewhere along its circumference. The Wooder spoke calming and assuring words to him, skillfully channeling some of the inflow away from his mind. Peter pushed back on the inflow, stifling it to a reasonable speed.

It was then Peter realized the ground was vibrating. The trees were responding to him, setting of a vibratory response into the ground. Peter also realized there was a limit to what he could do now he had control of the barrier. He could still sense their unyieldedness.

“I need a path through,” he muttered, reaching two imaginary hands through the middle of the two center trunks. He felt a spark of resistance at the intrusion and paused to let it fizzle. He began to shove them apart. The vibration got worse, the resistance to his mind flared, and the trees began to push apart from each other.

With each feet he moved the trees, he felt his life-force drain away. The ground trembled. Barks wined aloud. Leaves and fruits rained down. Peter fought blackouts, desperately clinging onto life, until a two man path stood between him and the open field beyond.

Peter relinquished his hold of the Baobab barrier and collapsed to the floor. He felt like a massive weight had lifted from him. He found himself panting, and his blue polo T shirt was drenched in perspiration. Peter looked up at the path he had made and the first thing that caught his attention was the impossibly huge mansion standing in the center of a wide open field. Then he saw a crowd of people standing on the other side. And they were all staring at him in amazement.

End of Excerpt

So, did you enjoy it? Pretty sweet, huh? Don’t just read and like this post. Let me know what you think. Leave a comment.

This post was written to celebrate my Facebook followers. If you’re not already following me on Facebook, you can do so right this moment! Great, right? You’ll get updated first about everything, from probable cover arts to probable blurbs to sneak peeks to offers etc.

Follow this link and click the like button: MY FACEBOOK PAGE

Hope you guys are having a great week. I know I am, writing Levitators and preparing Mewranters for publishing.

Cheers!

KU

Kindle Bestselling Author

The Uprising (An Elemental Fantasy) – Part Two

© 2016
By Kachi Ugo

All rights reserved.

The Attack

Exactly twenty minutes after they had set out for the fortress, the formidable structure rose out of the horizon. It was a massive structure that challenged, defiled, and then defied scale. It sat sprawling over acres of the barren desert. It looked like a castle out of the early fourteenth century with huge towers here and there connected by suspended stone walkways. The whole structure sat on a roundish base that could have been the border of a small city. Around the fortress was a tall see-through wrought iron fence with flood lights pointing in and out.

The grounds within and surrounding the fortress were rife with powerful looking Elementals. Her SUV was still far from the fortress, but Sarah could make out the different colors of the different Elemental magic on the uniforms of the patrol men. She couldn’t see that far, but if she could, she would no doubt have seen the no nonsense look the men carried on their faces.

Even beyond the grounds, along each walkway and through the large windows into the passageway of the central massive roundish tower-like structure, there were Elementals, pacing, looking, searching, scrutinizing … guarding.

Few moments after they had departed the barn, Sarah had given the order for the advancing army to remain quiet. She planned for them to stealthily advance on their target. She wanted them to get as close as they could before they were spotted. It would give them the element of surprise, which could be the difference between hundreds of deaths or just tens.

In the quiet and AC cooled compartment of the SUV, Sarah felt her thighs vibrate. She pulled out her phone and looked at the caller ID. It read: Babe.

“Hello, Daniel,” she said into the phone.

Daniel Tobi’s voice was devoid of emotions, and he went straight to the point. “Call of the attack, now.”

Sarah feigned surprise. “What attack?”

Daniel refrained from responding for a few moments. Then, he said, “Evidence has been found that suggests you intend to attack a GEA fortress in Sahara Desert. Call of the attack now, or you and your people will be slaughtered like pigs.”

“The GEA will kill innocent Elementals?” Sarah asked, filtering a tint of surprise into her voice. However, her mind was already racing. Daniel’s confession had brought to light several issues.

If this was in fact a GEA fortress, then when she attacked, she would become persona non grata number one. They’d hunt her down like a criminal, try her before the Quad Panel, and then execute her without scruple. Then there was the issue of their planned surprise attack. If the GEA already suspected an imminent attack, then they’d have informed the fortress. Sarah and her army would be walking right into a trap.

Then there was the issue of the fortress being a GEA installation again. It meant the guards weren’t just knockoff Elementals. They were highly trained Elemental combatants. And from the looks of it, there were more than a hundred of them present at the facility.

Sarah realized with a twinge of fear that her army stood no chance against the GEA forces in the fortress.

“Sarah? Are you still there?” Daniel called.

“I am,” she replied.

“Those aren’t mercenaries in the desert, babe,” Daniel said in a soft voice—a voice he and she knew provoked sensual emotions in her. “They’ve been trained in the art of Elemental warfare. They can do things with their magic that you can’t imagine. If you attack the base, you’re dead.”

Sarah didn’t reply. Anger was already roiling in the pit of her belly.

“He’s as much my son as he is yours,” Daniel continued. “Come home. Come back to me and let’s work through proper channels. Please…”

“Proper channels?” Sarah replied in a steely low voice. She squeezed the phone so hard its back panel broke off. It was all she could do to keep from yelling at the love of her life.

Seconds later, her anger got the best of her. She yelled into her phone: “Not only have you failed me, Daniel, you have also failed our child! You. Are. Worthless. You know that, right? Don’t call me again. You don’t care about our boy. You only care about your command. Cruel bastard!”

Immediately she said that, she felt an intense feeling of regret wash over her, which further enraged her. She cut the call and threw the phone to her side. She looked at her driver through the rearview mirror. His eyes were fixed on driving; he neither responded to her nor showed any sign that he had heard her conversation with Daniel.

Good, Sarah thought.

The advancing army—the flyers, the surfers, and the riders—had formed into a diamond formation, with her SUV and that of the Seven Strong Men at the center. Though she had seen the fortress from afar off, they were now heading towards the last sand ridge after which the fortress would be laid bare before them. Then, they would be easily spotted by the GEA forces, who were probably already waiting for them.

Sarah realized she had a choice to make. There was no way to take the fortress like she had planned. There was no way they could defeat the security surrounding the installment. Unless she sacrificed her whole army just to get in and sneak the Time Traveler out. But then, she’d be condemning more than a thousand teenagers and young men and women to terrible fates.

“Ma’am,” Ali’s voice came over the inter-SUV intercom. “We are nearing the last sand dune. We are awaiting the order to commence the attack…” Ali was the most senior member of the Seven Strong Men, the one who had opened the door of her SUV earlier. He was also her most trusted confidante and a fire Elemental.

Sarah didn’t waste a second coming to her decision. It didn’t matter how many people died. The whole world could fall into a bottomless pit of darkness and doom for all she cared. Nothing would stop her from getting back her baby.

To death or to victory.

Knowing that her word would seal the fate of her ardent followers to death, Sarah gave the word without any twinge of guilt or needful remorse.

“Attack…”

Sarah Justice’s command came just as they surmounted the final sand dune that separated them from the fortress. Immediately, huge balls of fire the size of SUVs erupted from the hands of Fire Starters (aka Fire Elementals), and they volleyed it in the direction of the fortress. In seconds, the air was alive with hundreds of massive balls of liquid, dripping flame arcing towards the GEA facility and its company of combatants.

Still racing towards the metal fence, Sarah leaned forward and looked through the windscreen at the rain of fire, which had reached the height of its ascent and was starting to descend upon the fortress. She realized that these were the opening salvos of a long, hard war.

While the initial barrage was still enroute, Earth Elementals began their attack. They moved their hands, and instantly huge boulders of rock rolled out from the sand into the air, leaping after the fire balls. They weren’t as large as the fire balls and some of the boulders couldn’t stand the force of the wind and collapsed back into sand. However, Sarah was impressed by the Earth Elementals with her. This was because she knew it was one of the most difficult things in the world to form a hard rock from dry desert sand.

The time between when Sarah gave the order to commence the attack and when the Earth Elementals launched their volley of rocks was barely up to twenty seconds. In that time, two things happened.

One, they covered a substantial distance to the fortress, such that it became clear that the largest tower in the center was the prison while the surrounding connected towers were ancillary.

Two, the GEA had responded in less than half the time. From all over the facility, GEA Air forces launched into the air above the fortress. Working in concert, these Elementals formed a massive wall of turbulent wind that looked to be several inches thick. This wall then rushed forward to meet the waves of fires and rocks.

In the blink of an eye, most of the fires were put out and most of the rocks were deflected. The remaining that made it through were squashed by GEA air Elementals before they could near the fortress.

Sarah then realized with palpable apprehension that they might not even make it to the front door.

For a moment, there was an absolute silence. Though she was secure in her SUV, she could hear the sound of silence. Then, a war cry leapt from the lips of one of hers. This caused a response from all of her army. Spurred by the deathly frenzy, Sarah’s army increased their speed as they closed the final distance before they met headlong with the GEA forces.

Like the spark before a terrible explosion, the whole area exploded with floods and balls of fire, rocks and sand storms, and tornadoes and powerful air blasts. Screams of pain immediately followed as people were incinerated or swept away by wind or crushed by huge boulders. Sarah was relieved to know that the screams weren’t all young and high pitched, but deep and gnarly, meaning there were losses on both sides.

Sarah had quit focusing on the raging battle around her. As far as she was concerned, it was a distraction to cover her ingress into the fortress. Rather, her eyes lay fixed on the metal fence ahead and the main blast doors of the central tower, which was shut tight. Most of the fortress’s defenses were engaging her forces which had now swarmed the area. No one would have time to intercept her before she got to the doors.

The SUVs of the Seven Strong Men hadn’t peeled away from hers to join the fight around them. And as they drove forward, there was a mix of at least hundred Elementals who kept their SUVs from being attacked.

As they approached the fence, Sarah stretched her hands towards the metal gate. She concentrated and unleashed her magic. The ground under the fence visibly trembled like a ripple moving across the surface of a river. Slowly, a large portion of the gate was sucked into the ground, clearing a path for them, and then the ground solidified again. Seconds later, they drove through and came to a halt before the main doors.

The moment they stopped, most of the GEA forces began to descend on their little party, but they were impeded by Sarah’s Elementals. Sarah opened the door and jumped out of her car. For one moment, she looked around. It was as if she had stepped into a war torn area. Much of the surrounding towers had been hit and destroyed. Littering the desert floor for a vast distance in every direction were burnt, crushed, and incinerated remains of both her people and the GEA’s. Vehicles lay around in burning or exploding heaps.

The calm desert landscape had turned into a picture of desolation and ruin.

And the battle was still raging around and in the air. Not for long, Sarah noted sadly. Her forces were fast dwindling. It wouldn’t be long now before the GEA Elemental combatants finished them off.

A while ago, the whole area had been dark and quiet. Now, it was as bright and loud as day, what with the fires everywhere, and the screams of men and explosions and sound of wind storms filling the air.

Sarah’s Seven Strong Men had already gathered around her. The only thing standing between her and the inside of the fortress were the huge, blast doors that were as wide as city gates. Sarah motioned for someone to break open the doors. Immediately, a huge rock the size of a small truck formed from the desert sand and shot for the doors.

The doors caved in with an enormous, sharp moan. The rock kept going, and the blast doors broke left and right from its trajectory, killing those that lay in wait to ambush them when they came through the door. There were about seven corpses lying scattered in the trail of the blast doors.

The rock came to a halt in the middle of a wide, bare lobby, dissolved back into desert sand, and then dispersed into the whole space with the force of tiny bullets.

Sarah glanced at Ken. The muscular, boxy faced Earth Elemental nodded at her.

“Good work,” she muttered. “Now, let’s get the Time Traveler and get out of here.”

She marched forward into the GEA fortress, her Seven Strong Men following close behind.

To Be Continued…

###

Like. Comment. Share.