Embracing the Flames
Series-Born in Flames Book #2
By Candace Knoebel
The Stone of Immortality has always been kept under the watch of the Draconta. That is, until the
betrayal of a Fate. Now everything is about to change.
Aurora Megalos accepted her destiny without blinking-even if it meant succumbing to her dragon side. Deemed the Progeny, she left the ordinary life she knew and has done everything in her power to learn the ways of her new realm and what it means to be part dragon. But when her mentor, Astral, suddenly disappears, she is forced to take the reins.
With war on the brink, she sets out on an epic journey to not only find her mentor, but to stop her Arch Enemy, Zordon, from obtaining the Stone of Immortality. But what she discovers about him along the way is far worse than she could’ve ever imagined. She will be tested and pushed to the limit. Lives will be lost, love will be questioned, and a battle will begin.
Candace Knoebel had dreamed of being a dancer ever since she could remember. With a love of all things art, she saw herself moving to New York and pursuing her passion as an artist. But all that changed on October 10th, 2002 when she met the love of her life. Her dreams diverged and after marrying her high school sweetheart and having two beautiful children, she realized she missed her creative side.
Growing up alongside the Harry Potter series, Candace found herself missing the epicosity of a story that pulls you in and won’t let you go. In 2009, she began dreaming up characters that would mold her first novel. Through lunch breaks and late nights, after putting her kids to bed, she built a world where she could escape the ever-pressing days of an eight to five Purgatory. She found her calling in life and knew this was more than dancing could’ve ever meant to her.
Once complete in 2010, she began the grueling process of finding a publisher. With relentless determination, she was finally able to realize her dream in December of 2011 when 48fourteen offered her a publishing contract. With a HUGE yes and a happy dance, she continues her Trilogy.
The Fun Stuff
Aurora Jay Megalos – Born July 24, 1991
Sign – Leo: Fire element.
Aurora has a small, pale frame with short, layered ruby red hair. Her face is oval-shaped with plump lips, freckles, and round sea glass green eyes. Her main nickname is Rory from Fenn shortening her name. Also, Little Flame, which Astral and her parents call her. Progeny, is more of her title amongst everyone in the magical realm.
She has a fear of not being good enough, a fear of losing the battle between her and Zordon, and a temper issue. She blows up without thinking at times and can be wishy-washy with her thoughts. She also jumps to conclusions from being strong-minded.
Her greatest strength is her ability to never give up and her ability to love. Because she loves her family and Fenn so much, she will stop at nothing to succeed.
She was born in the Hall of Fates, raised by Astral in the Land of the Ancients, and then sent to Kappa, Hawaii where she was raised by Mily as a foster child. Her parents are Myrdinn Megalos and Eralise the Draconta Princess, though they didn’t raise her because Eralise couldn’t stay in a human form and also to protect her from The Fates.
Fenn Aiden Lovick – Born July 24, 1991
Sign – Leo: Fire element.
Fenn is tall, slender, and toned with messy multi-highlighted hair. Crystal blue eye and plump mouth suit his tan skin and easy smile. He doesn’t really have a nickname besides Protector since he is Aurora’s fated protector.
His greatest fear is of losing Aurora. He has a control issue and thinking he’s always right gets him in trouble. He can be overbearing when trying to protect her.
His greatest strength is his positive attitude and rapid healing.
He was born in the Obsidian Chasm, raised by Eve and the Draconta, and then sent to Kappa Hawaii where he was raised by Mily as a foster child. He is unaware of who his father is for a period of time.
I was concealed in a cloak of shadows as I crept down the long and narrow corridor. Even the stars were hidden, veiled by a swirling mass of clouds that churned outside the open-arched windows.
Something was wrong in the Hall of Knowledge. The lurking shadows were proof of that.
I followed the sliver of light that peeked out from under the only door at the end of the hall. The arctic bite of the stone floor sent chills up my spine, goose bumps leaving their mark along my skin.
Voices drifted along the breeze coming through the windows lining the ever-winding hallway. I was almost to the end. Fear coiled itself around my composure. What was on the other side of that
Shadows of the footsteps behind the door cast ghostly shapes upon the floor as I inched forward. A pair of the pacing feet stopped mid-stride and turned, now quickly moving towards the door. As the steps neared, the shadows seemed to crawl closer and closer in my direction, threatening to swallow me whole.
I nimbly took a step back into the cover of darkness as my breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded behind my chest erratically. Had I been heard?
The knob began to turn, and I squeezed my eyes as tight as they would go, bracing myself for the terror that would surely come if I were found. But the door didn’t open. Instead, the feet shuffled
I let the breath I had been holding out in a silent rush as my heart began to steady itself. My shirtsleeve caught the beaded sweat along my brow. Now or never, I told myself.
A few steps more and I stood right outside the door, my sleeve now soaked with my fear. I put my back to the wall and mercilessly pressed my ear up against it, straining to understand the awful screeching of voices.
Now, if I hadn’t been possessed by the white light that always seemed to save me in the nick of time, then I wouldn’t have been able to make out what was being said. In fact, I would have doubled over in pain from the sound of their voices. The sound of The Fates’ voices was like a metal rake grinding across another piece of metal.
And that’s how they liked it. The Ancients were the only race able to understand them. A blessed curse, Astral always said. He was one of the fifty, created specifically to write the Oraculuses of mortal men. But Astral couldn’t help me now.
With heat building between my ear and the wall, I finally focused in on a voice.
“What have you done?” asked one of the brothers.
“What needed to be done, Saeth. We are not to create from ourselves. You have broken the decree.” His voice rose as he continued.
“How could you have given a piece of yourself? It’s repulsive and offends everything we stand for. Do you not remember the fate of our beloved fifth brother?”
“Castian, please,” said another brother, a voice lighter than the previous two.
“Not now, Arcadia,” said Castian.
A dry, monotonous voice cut in. “What’s done is done, Castian, and cannot be changed, brother.”
“I agree with Maison,” said Saeth.
“Indeed, for then things would proceed in your favor,” said Castian, his tone laced with scorn. “Your son cannot know that you have sired him, for if he does, then everything we have created will
have been for nothing.”
“He’s right, Saeth. No one can know what you have done,” Arcadia conceded. “The fate of the realms won’t hold up against what Zordon has been prophesized to achieve. Astral has already begun
Defeat poured out of Saeth’s voice when he replied. “What must I do to correct this? You can’t expect me to undo what I have done. We cannot interfere with the living, and breaking another rule to erase my mistake won’t rectify the situation. Nor will sacrificing me as we have done our fifth brother.”
“No,” Castian slowly dragged out his words, “it won’t. Maison, go tell Astral to cease his duties,” he commanded.
“Castian, you can’t possibly…”
But Castian interrupted him. “I can and I will. Tell him to stop. What’s written is written and will not be changed. That rule will remain pure. But the unwritten will be given to another. One who will
be deemed Saeth’s son’s equal. One right to a wrong.”
“The soul ripped in half…that sounds like an excellent idea,” Arcadia said in delight, clapping his hands.
“Who will this other be? And who will create this so called equal,” sneered Saeth.
I felt my hand reach for the door, controlled by the spirit that possessed me. I didn’t want to open it because I didn’t want them to know that I was listening in, but what I wanted didn’t matter. This wasn’t really me. I was seeing through another’s eyes.
The light crept out and up the walls as the door swung open from the force of my hand. The four brothers looked over to me, shock written on all of their faces as they slowly stood like statues coming to life.
“I think I have a solution,” said the female spirit possessing me, the voice of a thousand angels in one.