Ascendants of Ancients Sovereign - By Phillip Jones Page 0,31

be seen by your eyes. The bow will not miss if used for a just cause. It will only respond to a master with a good heart, and it will not allow a dark spirit to pull its string. Its quiver of arrows will never empty. You may pull from it forever.”

The god unbuckled the sheath holding the sword and handed it to Sam. “This is the Sword of Truth and Might. It is also one of a kind. The sword possesses the ability to search for truth when used upon your enemies. Place the blade on your foe’s shoulder, ask it for the answer you seek, and it will be given unto you.”

Sam’s face lit up. “Okay, okay. So you’re saying the sword will weed through the lies, and the bow will let me hit any enemy as long as I can see it and use it with good intentions?”

“Yes and no,” Bassorine responded. “Just because you possess the sword, doesn’t mean you have the ability to wield it. The sword will only work once it feels you have earned its respect. It lives and has a mind of its own. You have much to learn, and a short period of moments in which to gain this knowledge. You do not want the blade failing you in battle. Your bow, however, is not so fickle.”

Bassorine knelt next to the sleeping Shalee. “Mosley, take them to Brandor. I shall come to you once I know more of the Crystal Moon’s location.”

The God of War looked at Sam. “I cannot make Lasidious do anything against his will. I can only hope he sees fit to provide the clues needed to play a fair game. I shall return.”

With that, Bassorine disappeared, and a new statue appeared in place of the old, minus the Crystal Moon.

Mosley, Night Terror Wolf

Mosley looked up at his likeness and grinned as a wolf would. “I must admit, I look good up there.”

Sam smiled and then bent down to rub Shalee’s arms. “I have so many questions. I suppose they’ll have to wait until Bassorine returns.” He looked at Mosley. “Do you think we should get going as soon as she wakes?”

“I do,” Mosley replied. He sniffed Shalee’s hair. “Mmmm, berries. Perhaps we can talk along the way. I may have the answers to many of your questions.”

These questions were still on Sam’s mind: Why did he feel like he had met Bassorine before? Why did he understand the markings on the base of the statue? Why did the laugh of the red-eyed announcer with the razor-sharp teeth seem familiar? Why was Shalee dreaming about her staff? And, finally, how much of what they had been told was crap?

The genius wanted and needed clarification, or his mind would never slow down. He could only wonder how long it would be before he could ask the questions necessary to gain resolution.

Well, fellow soul ... as you can see,

there is much to learn as I move forward with the

telling of the Worlds of the Crystal Moon.

So what are you waiting for? Keep reading!

CHAPTER 3

A Lost Power

Lasidious and Celestria’s Home

Lasidious, God of Mischief

Celestria, Goddess of Beasts

FELLOW SOUL ... just before he fell, George heard Sam yell for him to get down from the base of the statue, but before he could comply, the shaking started, and his footing slipped. To compensate, George placed his hand on the chest of the bronze man, but that wasn’t enough. He was unable to grab hold of anything because the piece of the Crystal Moon he removed from the dragon’s back. It had occupied his grasp, and he did not want to let it go. The opportunist never let go of anything with potential value.

To George’s surprise, the floor had swallowed him, and the last thing he heard as he fell into the darkness was Sam screaming his name. As he tumbled head over heels, the hole closed, and he saw the light inside the temple fade away.

Since then, his heart raced. His pathetic life continued to flash before his eyes, and his little girl, Abbie, would be his only unselfish thought before he expired. He could only wait for the impact.

The Hidden God World

Ancients Sovereign

“Do you think Bassorine has figured it out yet, my love?” the goddess, Celestria, questioned while fondling the morning scruff on her lover’s chin.

Lasidious enjoyed her touch for a moment before he backed away. “I’m sure he knows by now I’ve pulled a fast one,” he responded as he circled