Secrets of Ravenstone: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book One
ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

𝕀n the year 2025 a futuristic steampunk era, darkness loomed over the Great City, or what used to be London, like a thick blanket; dark and dismal. Within five years of our residency, my mom and I witnessed the drastic changes. The city folk, Demons and Shayds, witches and warlocks (magic practicing mortals) or Immortals, feared for their lives as the new Lord of Parliament, an Immortal that delved into the dark arts of Necromancy, abolished all magical practices. He was an evil man declaring martial law that all must adhere to, and if any were found going against his new laws that were practically set in stone, regardless of their nature, they were never to be seen again, disappearing behind the doors of the Tower of London. Even Wraiths kept hidden in the shadows.

This Immortal, Drakuul Lexus, destroyed most, if not all, the Great City’s Victorian architecture, transforming them into grotesque structures, slowly becoming unrecognizable over the years. Pipes and cogwheels were melded into clusters, appearing to devour Big Ben’s tall clock tower. Even its loud harmonic bells sounded sick when hitting every hour, and England’s cloudy sky darkened, a blackness covered the heavens with an eerie portal that released winged beasts, Harpies, Shadowed Ones, and another monstrous creature that slowly slithered within the clouds’ concealment, a creature that terrorized cities and towns.

Making sure Drakuul made his presence and laws clear, tanks and military personnel roamed the streets, establishing his new rule. Residents stood on the streets, or glanced out their windows or doors, watching hordes of mortal men, Demons and Shayds, creatures of great deformity and several blood thirsty Nightwalkers passed, instilling fear, carrying weapons that were great threats to residents. With martial law in full effect, home invasions took place all over the city, resulting in mass captures. My mom Lady D, a magical practitioner of elemental and herbal skills, and I-Yzavela, a half-breed of both mortal and Demon blood, were among many that managed to escape with little to nothing in hand, hiding in alleys, slowly maneuvering down side streets. Some clusters or crowds were fortunate enough to avoid detection by the Lords’ dark, ominous militia, while others were thwarted in their trek because they were careless and too erratic to remain quiet. They were killed on sight or captured. There was nothing we could do to fight back, if anyone tried, there’d be war on the streets of the Great City but that didn’t stop some from making the brave sacrifice, staying behind fighting back.

Loud shouts, explosions, and blasts of arcane magic had been exchanged, violently lighting up the dark streets, and could be heard behind the fleeing sizeable crowd that continued their swift advances toward the main train station, hoping to flee.

“Come on, let’s go!” a man beckoned everyone to follow him.

“Mommy, go!” I pleaded, gently pushing her ahead of me, and even though I knew it was hard for her to keep a steady pace with the others, I persisted.

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