Spellheart 10 - Cult of the Unblinking Eye. The Story So Far... (Patreon)

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Just as a reminder, Spellheart 10 starts today and will likely continue until March. The book will hopefully be done/nearly done by then. I am going to attempt to maintain 5 chapters per week throughout, but if I get really stuck or have some sort of real life thing I may have to slow down a bit. I may have to move apartments at some point during this, which could cause a few day's delay as I pack/unpack.

This is the usual "The Story So Far..." section that anybody who reads my books on Amazon should be familiar with. It's mostly there to remind you of names and major ongoing plot stuff.

The Story So Far...

My friends and I were as close as we could be, but desired something more than working all day on Earth. Sam, Dean, and I all made the most of life on Earth, but when we discovered a peculiar establishment staffed entirely by elves, we couldn’t help but investigate.

Little did we know, the mystery went far deeper than body mods or animatronics. The store was run by a strange otherworldly being, and that being had a ship that could go all the way to a place called the Ten Thousand Worlds.

When the store was attacked, he sent us there. Sam and Dean went on ahead to explore and set up camp while I remained behind with the ship for over four hundred years.

When I awoke, my friends were gone. I had only Mac, my former assistant AI, for company. I made the best of things for a while, but soon realized this world wasn’t empty. There were elves on this planet, like the ones I’d seen in the store back on Earth. Their creator was long gone and the elves were a shadow of their former glory, but they were still here.

One, Sava, a green-haired alchemist and nature cultivator, captured me. From her, I learned that the elves of this world cultivated the power of the elements to grow their power and increase their lifespans. I could do the same.

I learned from Sava and the others who tried to take me from her that humans were precious to the elves here. Our innate vitality could allow an elf to reach far greater heights than her talent would normally allow. I spent my early days learning about the world being passed from one elven cultivator clan to another. But soon, I grew tired of being passed around and decided that maybe I could lead these elves better than their current matriarchs could. So, I created a new title for myself. Patriarch.

Through wit, need, and growing power, I seduced, cajoled, and bribed my way to unified leadership over every tribe in the Hearthwood. The former tribal matriarchs became my harem. They were:

Eltiana, of the Hidden Serpent Tribe.

Nela, of the Songstone Tribe.

Assyrus, of the Waterbeetle Tribe.

Melise, of the Songstone Clan.

Illiel, formerly of Deania’s royal family.

Yorik, an orc far from home.

Sava, of the Riverweed Tribe.

Through my adventures and conquests across the Groveguard Continent, I came to know other women as well, including:

Korra, a catgirl from another world.

Tivana, a princess of the Deanian Queendom.

Amisra, Captain of the Royal Guards of Deania.

Yavilla and Tavilla, a pair of women made twins by the magic they practiced.

Through them, I had many children. Comela and Dulik both became strong warriors. Argona became a genius inventor. Segolas was determined to be the best at whatever he set his mind. And there were eight hundred others with just as much drive. I had to build new wings to my castle every couple of months. Those kids were lucky I’d recently come home from conquering several nations. Keeping eight hundred kids fed, armed, and trained to cultivate wasn’t cheap.

In my conquests, my name grew so feared and admired that powerful sect leaders, matriarchs, and heroes of the realm were desperate to throw themselves at me hoping to gain my attention. I never thought I’d have to spend my days dodging beautiful women desperate to be with me. Still, stranger things have happened after my arrival to the Ten Thousand Worlds.

But not all is right in the Ten Thousand Worlds, and my troubles are far from over. I’ve defeated the Satyr King who tried to steal Sava from me and destroy my city. But his allies in the Cult of the Unblinking Eye still haven’t given up. Time and time again, they’d attacked me, each time promising peace afterward.

Well now, I knew peace wasn’t an option. Sooner or later, they’d come for me again. But this time, I planned to come for them first. Then, just maybe, I’d finally figure out why we’d been sent here. And what the Ten Thousand Worlds was really about.