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01 May

 

Life is not fair. And neither are the Trials. —Anonymous player.

 

“Jamie, come quickly. You have to see this!”

Mum’s cry of alarm was muffled by the large headphones I had on, but even so, the sense of her distress filtered through my clanmates’ panicked voices over the team chat.

Our battle against the world boss was not going well. And now it’ll go even worse, I thought as I surged out of my chair. But there was no helping it, Mum needed me.

“Guys,” I said, breaking in through the team’s frantic chatter. “My mum’s in trouble. I gotta go.” I ripped off my headset. “What is it, Ma?” I shouted. Hurrying out of the room, I dashed into the lounge as fast as my gimp leg would allow.

“The news!” said my diminutive mother the moment I appeared in the cramped room.

The… news? I stifled a groan. Had I just abandoned my clan’s epic fight for the latest media craze? The guys are not going to let me live this one down. “It’s just the news, Ma,” I said soothingly. “Bad stuff happens all the—”

“Shush, Jamie and listen!” Mum said, clutching blindly at my arm. Her eyes never left the television screen.

She hasn’t heard a word I said, I thought.

“Look!” she exclaimed and pointed with a trembling finger at our battered telly.

I sighed. I wasn’t going to get back into the fight, at least not until I calmed her down. And besides, it was probably too late already. A man down, the clan must have wiped by now. I followed her arm—and blinked.

“…it’s the breaking news of the hour,” the news presenter was saying. “Ninety-foot-tall structures of unknown origin have appeared all over the world. Experts believe…”

The presenter’s words faded away as my attention was grabbed by the images on display. The newsfeed was filled with a close-up shot of one of the objects in question, in what appeared to be New York’s Central Park. Expanding from the ground up, seemingly as if it had stood there for all eternity, was a most absurd and unnatural structure.

The artefact—what else to call it?—was formed of a silver metal with a faint tinge of red. Given the perspective of the background, I could tell the object was immense. But for all that, its design was disturbingly simple. Made of four metal pieces arranged in a rectangular shape, the artefact could have been mistaken for a window frame or doorway—if not for its size and strange composition. What is that metal? Some sort of steel?

I scratched my head in confusion. Was this a prank? Why would anyone create the object, much less place it in the middle of a city? I patted Mum’s hand comfortingly and slipped out of her white-knuckled grip. Hobbling closer to the television, I leaned forward for a better look.

My initial assumption had been wrong.

The artefact was not as simple as it had appeared at first glance. The inside of the structure wasn’t empty. Instead, it was filled with a near-translucent shimmering curtain of red. The crimson-touched metal borders were not as plain as I had originally assumed either. Inscribed on their surface, barely visible in the less-than-ideal resolution of the broadcast, were flowing patterns that seemed to be writing of some sort.

The text did not appear to be of earthly origin.

Frowning, I leaned back.

“What is it?” asked Mum. Her voice was worried and she stayed well back from the television.

“I don’t know, Ma,” I murmured. It has to be fake news, I decided. I pulled out my phone and searched the web for corroboration while I listened to the broadcast with half an ear.

“…what do you make of it, Timothy?”

“I don’t know, Janice. This has to be a hoax, but with more than fifty confirmed sightings across the globe, it is a pretty elaborate one, not to mention expensive.”

“A hoax, Timothy? I can’t see that. I mean, the sheer scale of the resources required to pull off something like this… It defies belief. And what would be the point?”

“What else could it be, Janice?”

“You don’t think there is anything to what our commenters are saying? For the folks at home who may have missed our earlier interviews, some experts believe the objects are not of earthly origin, but the work of extra-terrestrials.”

“Aliens! Be serious, Janice,” Timothy said with an amused chuckle. He waved his arms vaguely above his head. “Even if there were aliens out there, surely they would have smarter ways of initiating first contact than what is for all intents and purposes, big metal windows?” He shook his head in disbelief. “The very notion is absurd.”

I tuned out Janice’s reply.

There was not much point in paying further attention to the newsfeed. It was clear the presenters were as clueless as I was. But as farfetched as it sounded, the existence of the structures seemed indisputable.

Multiple sources on the web confirmed the sighting of at least fifty-three of the artefacts. And while speculation was rife amongst internet pundits, bloggers, and forum-goers about the origins of the artefacts, no one was questioning the authenticity of the sightings. The existence of the structures, it seemed, was accepted fact—even on the internet.

There were multiple theories about the objects already. Some believed the artefacts to be the work of aliens, and others that they were clever illusions created by the government. Some suggested that the inscriptions were an ancient form of Egyptian hieroglyphics, others that the structures signalled the return of Atlantis. And those were the saner hypotheses.

“Jamie, what is this all about?” Mum asked, her voice uncertain. “How can any of this be happening?”

I looked up from my phone to her stricken face. “I don’t know, Ma,” I repeated.

Walking back to her, I took her careworn hands, calloused and wrinkled from decades of back-breaking work, into my own, which were still smooth and unmarred by age. “Whatever those strange artefacts are, no one seems to understand their purpose. Yet.” I squeezed her hands reassuringly. “The government will figure it out soon.”

“What do we do?” she asked, still anxious.

I kept my own face impassive, careful not to betray my concern both for her and the situation of the world outside. Mum’s mental state was precariously balanced most days, and with today’s shocking news, she seemed even worse off than usual.

Life had taken a toll on her. Despite having almost no education to speak of, no family, a deadbeat husband, and one hungry kid to feed, clothe, and educate, she had succeeded in providing me with the opportunities she had missed.

She had worked two jobs—and sometimes three—in an effort to fund my education. Now, at the age of twenty-four and a working professional, it was my turn to take care of her.

Though, I couldn’t help but worry I was failing.

Day by day, despite all the doctors and medication, Mum’s condition steadily deteriorated. A form of dementia, the doctors called it. Give the meds time to work, they said. She will recover, they said.

But it had been nearly a year now since Mum had stopped working—nearly a year of endless medication. And her condition only seemed to worsen. I squeezed her hands. I could not afford to lose her.

“Come sit, Mum,” I said. “Let’s watch the news together. I’m sure that this will all turn out to be just a big mistake. A hoax,” I said, quoting the presenter.

But I did not believe it myself.

✽✽✽

Three days went by, and no one appeared any closer to solving the mystery of the artefacts. Every day more of the objects appeared, until by the end of the third day it seemed that every town and city in the world had one.

The artefacts, though, were not identical.

While they all shared the same basic characteristics—rectangular design, identical dimensions, and borders inscribed with alien runes—observers had noted that there were nearly as many structures with a shimmering field of green as those with a curtain of red. Artefacts of other colours were also witnessed. A small, but significant percentage, of the objects had translucent fields of orange, blue, and black.

Even our own town, small and unnoteworthy of attention as it was, received one of the structures. Looking out my bedroom window, I had a clear view of the artefact, a mammoth structure some two hundred yards away. It had appeared yesterday, suddenly and without anyone noticing, in the car park of the town’s only shopping mall.

Like other officials all over the world, our mayor had little idea what to make of the artefact, or for that matter, what to do about it. Eventually, he had settled on cordoning off the area and ignoring its glaring presence.

But that had not stopped the curious and bold from exploring. Even now, many of the town’s residents wandered around the structure and touched its strangely textured surface that scientists had confirmed as being of unearthly origin.

Some of the more adventurous souls had even hopped through its shimmering curtain. Despite reports from across the globe that the translucent field had no noticeable effect on human or animal anatomy it was still a foolish risk to take, in my opinion.

As for myself, I itched to go out and take a closer look at the strange artefact, but Mum’s anxiety had worsened over the last few days, and I could scarce leave her sight.

Thankfully my boss was a kind and understanding soul. I had been forced to call in sick from work and had spent every day since the announcement in front of the couch with Mum, soothing her worry with my presence.

It was no surprise then, that I was slumped on the couch and gazing listlessly at the television when the expert commenters’ endless—and fruitless—speculation was interrupted by what would prove to be a most momentous event.

“I’m sorry, Doctor Theisen,” said the anchor Janice, cutting off one of the commenters, “but we have to interrupt the show with a live broadcast from New York City, where a most extraordinary event is taking place.” The newsfeed jumped to a reporter shifting excitedly from foot to foot. “Rebecca,” continued Janice, “can you tell us what is going on there?”

Rebecca bobbed her head. “Yes, Janice. If the appearance of the structures was not astonishing enough, events have turned even more bizarre. Across the world, faces have been spotted in the artefacts. Even in the one in our very own New York!”

“I’m sorry, Rebecca, did I hear you right?” asked the anchor in a confused voice. “Did you say faces?

“I did, Janice,” said Rebecca, speaking rapidly. “To be clear though, it is a two-dimensional image of a face and not an actual one. Our experts now believe the artefacts to be some sort of visual projection device. But the most amazing aspect about all this is that the face bears no human resemblance. By all appearance it is of alien origin!”

“I’m not sure I understood you—”

“Sorry to interrupt, Janice,” said Rebecca. “We have just been told that the alien has begun speaking through the London artefact and in English too! Yes, you heard right, the alien has started communicating in a language we can—”

The reporter broke off and held up a hand while she listened intently to her earpiece for a moment. “Apologies to you and our listeners, Janice. We have more information coming through. My producer tells me the alien is now also speaking from the structures in Washington and Berlin. We anticipate it will speak from the New York artefact soon as well. Stand by while we take you to a live feed of that right now!”

What the—? I jerked upright on the couch.

“This can’t be true, can it?” Mum asked, her nails sinking into my arm. “It all has to be some sort of sick joke.”

I patted her absently, but didn’t take my eyes off the television. Mum was right. All of this sounded too preposterous to be believed. Surely, the reporter was mistaken. Nonetheless it was riveting to watch.

A second later, the newsfeed jumped to an aerial shot of the New York artefact from one of the overlooking buildings. I leaned forward. Within the hazy red curtain of the structure, I beheld a face—an inhuman yet distinctly humanoid face.

My jaw dropped open in astonishment as I studied the alien.

The alien’s facial features were instantly recognizable to me, courtesy of a lifetime spent reading science fiction novels and playing RPGs. With flaring nostrils, two upwards protruding tusks from its lower jaw, and deep-set sunken eyes, the face in the object was a spitting image of an… orc.

An orc? Really?

The aliens who had caused strange artefacts to appear all over Earth were orcs? I shook my head in disbelief.

Seeing my reaction, Mum asked, “What is it?”

Before I could answer her though, the orc began speaking, his voice a low rumble that hinted at leashed power. “People of Earth, I am Warlord Duskar Silverbane, chieftain of the Fangtooth tribe and supreme ruler of the Orcish Federation.” He paused dramatically. “And now Earth. By the laws of Overworld and the Trials that govern it, I claim your planet and you, the humans that infest it, as mine.”

Duskar smiled. It was not a pleasant sight, and seemed to be filled with a promise of suffering to come. “You doubt my words. I can smell your rebellious thoughts even from here. But you will learn. Serve or die, those are the only choices before you. Yours is not the first world I have laid claim to, nor will it be the last.”

He chuckled, the sound reverberating ominously from the artefact. “By the dictates of the Trials, there are a few facts I am obliged to convey. Listen closely. I will not repeat myself.

“Your world is being subsumed into Overworld. In two weeks the process will be complete. Thereafter, your planet shall cease to exist. It will be gone from the universe, its energy, matter”—Duskar bared his filed teeth in another ugly smile—“and all its plentiful creatures, will be absorbed into Overworld as grist to fuel the Trials.

“If you don’t wish to be consumed along with your world, you will enter the gates before then.” Duskar’s clawed hand appeared and gestured lazily at the borders of the artefact rimming his image. “The gates will open tomorrow, and they will stay open for exactly two weeks. My men will await your arrival and take your oaths. Only those who pledge loyalty to me will be allowed into Overworld. Those who resist will be put to the sword. And in case you think deceit will save you, the Trials take pledges made in its name very seriously.” He sneered. “You will not enjoy the consequences of severing such oaths, believe me. Goodnight, humans.”

Duskar’s face vanished, and the newsfeed cut back to the anchor, whose mouth worked soundlessly, not knowing quite what to say. “Well there you have it—”

I switched off the television and swung round to face Mum. “What do we do, Jamie?” she asked, her face pale.

“I don’t know, Ma,” I said staring out the window at the distant gate. “I just don’t know.”

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Frummel ago

Hello,

The links for Gods’ Game Series | Dragon Mage Saga in your note lead to amazon error pages.

Is this story the same as the on amazon? https://www.amazon.nl/dp/B08QTYYBXK
"Book 1 is on amazon. You can grab it here!" gives me a first impression that this is a continuation of the amazon link.

Maybe change it to something like: Get the book on amazon HERE instead of waiting for all chapters to be released and support me. (something that also clearly states everything will be available here at some point)

The same thing with "You can find the full book here!" After the books desciption. The first time reading it makes me think that the book won't be complete here.

While you're releasing the chapters will every chapter stay up or will only X amount of chapters be up with one being removed every time a new one is added?

When you say for a short time only how long will the story stay up after the last chapter is released? I'm hesitant to start reading something and then last chapter was up for 24h and you missed it, have fun. A separate chapter after the last chapter with the title "book will be removed in X days/at X date" would be appreciated.

And to be 100% sure "until completion of book 1." means all chapters and not a get the last 10 chapter by buying it on amazon?

Is there a way to follow/bookmark/save an author on the amazon site? So I can more easily find your books later like with the read later or follow author on this site. I can't even find a way to wishlist the books.

Thank you for making a clear advertisement, other advertisements sometimes lead to RR/amazon without any indication which one which is quite frustrating at times.

Thank you for writing and sharing the story.

    Rohan M. Vider ago

    Hi, thanks for the comment. I've checked the links and they seem to be working on my side. See responses to your other comments below:

    Is this story the same as the on amazon? https://www.amazon.nl/dp/B08QTYYBXK

    Correct.

    "Book 1 is on amazon. You can grab it here!" gives me a first impression that this is a continuation of the amazon link.

    Maybe change it to something like: Get the book on amazon HERE instead of waiting for all chapters to be released and support me. (something that also clearly states everything will be available here at some point)

    The same thing with "You can find the full book here!" After the books desciption. The first time reading it makes me think that the book won't be complete here.

    Noted! Will revise accordingly :)

    While you're releasing the chapters will every chapter stay up or will only X amount of chapters be up with one being removed every time a new one is added?

    All the chapters will stay up until after the book is completely released on royalroad, and will thereafter stay on for a short period (a few weeks). The last chapter will release on 21 October, after which I will keep it on for at least 2 weeks. So the earliest the story will be taken down is 4th November.

    And to be 100% sure "until completion of book 1." means all chapters and not a get the last 10 chapter by buying it on amazon?

    Yep, all the chapters will be released here. The last chapter is Chapter 42.

    Is there a way to follow/bookmark/save an author on the amazon site? So I can more easily find your books later like with the read later or follow author on this site. I can't even find a way to wishlist the books.

    There is a 'Follow' button on the author page and book page as well.

    Thank you for making a clear advertisement, other advertisements sometimes lead to RR/amazon without any indication which one which is quite frustrating at times.

    Thank you for writing and sharing the story.

    No prob! And thank you for the feedback, I appreciate it! :)

      Frummel ago

      Thanks for answering the questions.

      I found the problem with the links:

      For god's game The link is: https://www.royalroad.com/amazon/B07RSFR7K5

      This redirects me to https://www.amazon.nl/dp/B07RSFR7K5 which is an error page

      Changing the nl to com properly works and leads to your book.

      Your book exists on the dutch site and can be bought: https://www.amazon.nl/Overworld-Dragon-Mage-Saga-Book-ebook/dp/B08QTYYBXK

      And the same things happens with incognito mode so I guess it is because the amazon.nl site is bad/incomplete.

      And this lead to me the follow button which appears on the .com amazon site but for some reason the .nl site is different and doesn't have the button (and many other things). Clicking your name from the dutch books page leads to a search result instead of an author page.

      Dutch "author" page: https://www.amazon.nl/s?i=digital-text&rh=p_27%3ARohan+M.+Vider

      English author page: https://www.amazon.com/Rohan-M.-Vider/e/B07KQCQ8K5

      Annoying that a multi billion dollar company can't get things done properly and we can't do anything :(

      Rohan M. Vider ago

      yeah, amazon can be frustrating at time :(. I have a goodreads page: here

      Frummel ago

      It gets worse, rant incoming.

      I just spend 1+ hour trying to buy the book on amazon and now I finally got it through another site.

      You made your account before .nl was available, switch countries at this link (small text: only on desktop not mobile) 15 min gone looking for the right menu on my phone.

      Go to buy the book, only an option for credit cards, I don't have one because in NL everyone and everything use IDeal. But wait amazon accepts IDeal and avertises it at several places I can even add it to payment options in some round about way through the help menu. 20 min gone.

      I still can't use it to pay for the book, some googling later and I finally find the hidden live chat costumer support. And then they say you can't use IDeal for kindle book purchers. It works fine for ordering stuff buying digital goods nah can't do. Not even through buying gift vouchers for myself since you can't use those.

      1 hour later I finally have it open through Kobo. The goodreads link came in very handy to find it.

Actus ago

Wow, you're a madman. Hit rising stars after 5 days - congrats! :)

kieranpierce ago

This looks like it has been polished (which is expected, being a book on Amazon and all!) but if I am being entirely honest... I hope you didn't pay a lot for line editing / proofreading.... You're missing non-optional occurrences of "that" when connecting nouns to an adjective phrase. (Ex: headphones THAT I had on. moment THAT I appeared.) Other small issues are there too, and yeah.... I'll just crawl back down the grammar hole from which I came.

On a brighter note, I like the attention given to the MC's mother in the opening scene!

    Rohan M. Vider ago

    Thanks for the comment, and your point is well noted! :)

    The story has gone through a round of editing and proofreading, but to be honest in my experience editors don't usually catch everything. To get a book perfect (or as close as perfect as possible) requires multiple rounds of edits, which is about impossible for an indie writer.

    Still, I do my best to get it close as possible. Although every time I reread my work, I tend to find something I want to change, and that includes more than the grammar! 😃

      kieranpierce ago

      Yeah.... I understand the struggle. I'm glad that you're happy with the editors' work at least.

      And I like the mindset of progress and improvement that you have! 😀😀 Thanks for sharing your work on RR!

Aditya1610 ago

Edit suggestions:

I sighed. I wasn’t going to get back into the fight, at least not until I calmed her down. And besides, it was probably too late already. A man down, the clan must have been wiped out by now. I followed her arm—and blinked.

Greg7777 ago

I wonder, will there be a book 2?

Mynthio ago

Edit suggestions:

“Shush, Jamie, and listen!” Mum said, clutching blindly at my arm.

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