Rainbow's Shadow Series
Rainbow's Shadow and the Covenant of Wisdom
Chapter 1: THE NOVELS
Rust colored clouds blanketed the horizon as streaks of lighting
flashed through the dawn of a new day. As the sun peaked through
cloud ridden skies darkness overcame light as the red hue of morning
lost its illumination.
Cracks of thunder filtered through the land as Bryan Collins lay in his bed oblivious to
the outside elements entrenched into his latest novel, The Pirates Revenge...a
Sorcerers Shadow Series.
As thunder and lighting intensified the lights within the room flickered. Concerned the
lights may go out he turned the pages in an effort to finish the novel before the
With a page and a half left cracks of thunder shook the house as the redness of the sky
turned to black. The lights flickered as he turned to the final page of the novel.
A loud crack of thunder rattled the house and the lights went out as Bryan said, “Aghh
He put the book down and rushed over to his desk for his flashlight. He pulled out a
variety of items from a shiny black stone, to a novel entitled The Island Were Magic
Began to the flashlight. The cover of the novel featured a symbol of a sand dollar.
With the flashlight in one hand he threw the novel on his dresser next to his bed. It
landed near the window as he dropped the black stone onto the floor. He rushed back
into his covers.
The flashlight switched into its on position as a light beam generated enough
illumination to read the final page of the novel. He settled in and experienced the last
page of The Pirates Revenge...
* * *
THE PASSAGE READ...
With Cayla in charge of the rebellion and Eseph no where in site survival had become
essential now that the path had vanished. Malkuth had survived and terror had once
again reigned across the land. Pockets of terror rebels lead by his apprentice had
been formed to blanket the land and reap havoc on the young at heart.
His sights would now be set on the youth. Their worlds would never be the same as
terror headed for a crash course into the Island of...
* * *
Moments away from the final paragraphs Bryan heard his mother scream, “Boys we
need a flashlight. Does anyone have one in their room?”
Fearful he would not be able to finish the final page he avoided his mothers request
and read on with anticipation. With only a few paragraphs to go he re-read the last
sentence in an effort to keep his place as he continued on...
* * *
Their worlds would never be the same as terror headed for a crash course into the
Island of the Magi. It would be the young at heart who would have to lead the insurgent
forces on a quest to re-open the path through the knowledge derived from the
Covenant of Wisdom. Malkuth had indeed survived and sought revenge.
* * *
Bryan developed a concerned look on his face as the lighting and thunder intensified
outside his window.
He heard his mother scream once more, “Boys, we need some light here.”
He re-read the last few words of the novel and generated a sense of accomplishment.
He looked up and stared out into his room in bewilderment and said, “HE’S ALIVE?”
A bit perplexed by the end he closed the book and read the title on the front cover to
himself, “The Pirates Revenge...a Sorcerers Shadow Series. Can’t be? It’s just fiction...
yeah it’s just fiction!”
He swung his legs over his bed and placed the book on the dresser on top of the other
novel The Island were Magic Began. He screamed to his mother, “Coming mom. I have
He stepped on top of the shiny black stone and grimaced as he shone the flashlight to
the floor. The wetness of the stone made a tiny mark on the carpet.
He picked it up and felt a silky wetness. As he gazed at the stone it changed its color
from shiny black to an intoxicating reddish hue. The stone drew him in for a moment
and in a strange manner spoke to him. As he tilted his head and stared at the artifact
he softly spoke to it in a trance-like state and said, “I understand.”
As if being directed from the stone, he placed it on top of the two novels and rushed out
of his room as another blast of thunder shook the house.
The door closed to his room as the storm outside intensified. A barrage of lightning
illuminated the sky and suddenly stopped as a dark cloud emerged from the west.
The cloud appeared to have eyes as it filtered though the sky like a jet airliner. The
thunder kicked up again as a lightning strike screeched toward the house.
The strike crashed through the window and hit the dresser which held the two novels
and black stone. Nothing moved except for the stone which split in two.
In a mysterious manner the novels appeared to have absorbed the blast. The stone,
now in two pieces, set on top of the books and generated a peculiar characteristic.
The surface of the black stone remained moist and shiny while the inside appeared dry
as the desert. A tiny trickle of sweat from the surface dripped to the center and
evaporated. The wetness of the surface would not penetrate the inner core of the
The storm stopped as Bryan ran back into the room and waved his flashlight around.
Broken glass scattered across his floor. As he surveyed the bedroom he shone his
light on his dresser. The two pieces of stone lay on the books. He watched as the
moist surface dripped into the inner core of the stone and evaporated.
Curious, he attempted to pick up one of the pieces but had to let it go as it sent an
immediate burning sensation through the palm of his hand, “Aghhh.” He screamed.
He backed away from the stones and the novels and developed an eerie familiar
sensation and said, “No...no way.”
He turned toward the window and then back to the books and said again, “What did I
He backed away as if he had done something wrong and ran from the room.
Silence overcame as a slight illumination emanated from the two stones. The light
appeared to be powered from within the stone and intensified with every second. As it
strengthened, the stones transformed from black to shiny white and started to shake.
A few seconds passed and much like a volcanic eruption the stones produced enough
energy to generate a powerful ray of light which shot out of its inner core and through
The ray of light darted across town and lasted a few seconds before it shot back into
the two stones. In an instant the stones morphed back to their original shiny black color.
The two halves fused together and formed one stone again as the rain pelted the
exterior of the house.