I have lived for a thousand years, and I have the knowledge of a hundred times that, I have been called All-Powerful, All-Knowing, and even sometimes, I was called Mythical, yet, for the few who have met me, I know that I am none of these things, I simply am, The Chronicler of Agartha. As…
Category: Know Agartha
A Teaser story from The Chronicles of Agartha, Book 2
Mara sighed; sometimes it is almost impossible to understand men, and the closer she gets to them the harder it gets to understand them. She stood and headed to the fireplace they built earlier and lighted the gathered wood, night was encroaching and she hated to have to face another wild animal searching for easy…
The Black Rose, Part Three, The Masters
The master temple had a mystic air permeating its ancient walls, the smell of incense wafted through the air, the harmonious sounds of hymens reverberated over the walls of the massive inner chamber. A man in long flowing dark crimson robes walked deliberately deeper into the immense chamber, hands clasped and hidden in the folds…
The Black Rose, Part Two, The Sacred Scent
Nivah walked through the sacred orchard in solemn silence, gazing as walked at the perquisite black of the sacred rose. She avoided walking too close to the fragrant rose though as the scent was known to cause loss of consciousness and only the order of the Scared Way were allowed to inhale its scent. Row…
The Black Rose, Part one
Emily walked gingerly around the flower garden of her aunt Philippa, trying to brush against any of the rose bushes not to get tangled in their thorns, but as she passed through most of the garden she noticed something strange, a black rose bloomed at the exact middle of the neatly arranged graden. She paused…
The Old Road, The Egg that killed the world
“So, how did your grandmother get her hands on the portal/egg?” The man ran ahead of Carmen as he weaved through fallen tree branches and potholes. “I am not certain.” Carmen panted as she ran along. “But I think my grandfather or perhaps my great grandfather brought it from their travels.” She felt the crispy…
The Old Road, the ritual
Carmen expected to have some exotic ritual when she returned to meet the ghost, this could be the best thing ever to do in these boring times. Yet, she had the arduous duty to ask the butcher for a bucket full of blood, something she knew that the old man would meet with severe doubt….
The old road, Part 3, The ghost
“You definitely are a ghost.” Carmen laughed uncontrollably. “You know, I didn’t believe that you could even be possible to exist, but here you are, a void of any flesh and blood ghost.” “I am not a ghost.” The ghost sighed in an annoyed manner. “Don’t I have to die first to be a ghost?”…
The old Road, Part 2
The old road stretched promising to Carmen’s flattering heart, a quick run was all it took for her to get out of this place and from the clutches of whoever was calling to her. Yet, even though the old road promised an escape, her vicious curiosity demanded to know a bit more before she let…
The old Road, part 1
Carmen walked to the old road at the end of the village. Everybody in the village avoided the old road like the plague, but not Carmen, she simply didn’t care. Old Harrison said to her grandmother that the old road is haunted, that it has a gateway to hell, and that walking on it was…