6. The Augur of Esteria - Menta's Journey: YA Adventure Fantasy
Title: The Augur of Esteria - Menta's Journey
Age and Genre: YA Adventure Fantasy
Word Count: 95,000
When the prince Menta is expected to marry suddenly disappears in the middle of the night, she realizes that the quiet world she once knew is drastically changing. With little guidance she sets out on a path to find the ancient race of the Faecha who will provide her with the answers she needs to find Zane. The only catch? No one has seen the Faecha in decades and it’s generally believed they are extinct.
As Menta’s journey continues she discovers that there is much about Esteria that she doesn’t know and with a little help from her dead grandfather, a young dweller boy named Gaius and an island man named Duke, Menta and her trusty warecat – Darius – are thrust into a magical world they never knew was real. They venture further south towards the last rumoured location of the Faecha and discover that their journey isn’t as flawless as they’d hoped. While they seek out Zane – the lost prince – another searches for them.
Morarch and his master Rayeon are ancient sorcerers bent on opening the rift between the mortal world of Esteria and that of the spirits. And they need Menta to do it. With the growing evil in Esteria, they pool their resources to track down Menta and her travelling party before she reaches the Faecha and learns the truth about her powers.
Menta soon learns that she and Zane are connected in more ways than she knew and as Morarch and his plans get closer to completion, she has to find Zane before they find her or it could cost not only her life but all of the peace in Esteria.
First 250 Words:
The door swung open and two clumsy demons pushed their way through, each hoping they’d be the first to deliver the news. The aging sorcerer didn’t flinch when the heavy wooden door slammed behind them.
“Master,” the first squeaked, the smaller of the two. “We have done as you wished!”
Morarch turned from the tower window, facing the two creatures. His cold black eyes scanned over them. They fell silent.
“You aren’t lying,” he stated, looking back to the darkening sky. A storm was not far off.
“No, Master,” the second speaking now, “never to you.” The dark blue demon held his burnt fingers from sight; a punishment for previous lies.
The sorcerer limped towards his desk, clutching his gnarled staff tightly for support. Still neither demon spoke. But Morarch didn’t rush them. He lowered himself into his wooden arm chair and rested the staff at his side.
“Well?” He asked when the silence continued.
The two began talking at once, excitedly spewing whatever information they could until Morarch held up his wrinkled hand to silence their incessant chatter.
“Peg?” he asked, motioning to the smaller demon.
She bounced forward, ahead of her comrade, fingers interlacing nervously.
“We’ve found her, Sir,” she squeaked.
Morarch frowned. “A girl?”
Before Peg could answer her brother stepped to her side.
“Living in Brydon, Master,” Dob whispered.
The old sorcerer’s eyes flashed angrily for a moment before he folded his hands and rested his chin on top. “And human.”