Page 1 of The Aurora Marelup Complete Saga Omnibus

PART ONE

Musical Inspiration for the Series

The music mentioned in the series is not owned or copyrighted by me. All music and copyright is that of the creators and are mentioned as inspiration for the scene or chapter within the book. All rights belong to the writers and performers.

I thank the artists for the power and inspiration their music gave me.

Here is the link to the Spotify playlist where you can listen to the music the way the creators intended.

Aurora’s Favorite Playlist

PART TWO

Aurora’s Family Tree

If you ever wondered how many children were born through this series or spinoffs, here’s the list in its entirety.

You get to see and meet all the children in the Holiday Edition. If you haven’t preordered it yet, here is the link.

The Aurora Marelup Holiday Edition

CHAPTER 1

Prologue Ascend

OBERON

Royal Fae CourtWinter 500AD

This morning I have received word that the other four fae kings have arrived for today’s council meeting. The Drow have entirely broken with the beliefs of our race under the leadership of Lolth. They have fled to Illythirr in the Underverse to escape prosecution for their countless crimes. Hundreds have died because of the insurrection that Lolth started, trying to overthrow our once stable government.

The crystalline viewing room is made from varying quartz shades since it harmonizes well with our natural powers. For what I wish to do, I need the other four kings to touch the viewing pool at the same time to harness its full potential. The viewing pool I’m using today is made of pure lapis lazuli, meant to amplify astral travel and clairvoyance. I need to see into the future to ascertain precisely how much trouble the Drow will cause in the future.

Pacing within the viewing chambers, my anxiety has hit an all-time high. My heart hammers within my chest as I wait for the others to join me. First to arrive is King Arathorn Chaephyra of the Woodland Fae. Majestic, as always, he stands tall and proud. His skin a similar hue to the bark of a tree, and his longhair a smokey gray in color. In the tradition of his people, his crown is constructed of dragonroot and bloodstone.

“Blessings and health to you, Arathorn,” I say with a flourished bow.

“Blessings and health to you, Oberon. I hope today is productive. The concerns you raised are rather troublesome if they come to fruition,” Arathorn states before bowing to me in return. His lithe hands adjust his sand-colored robes before he moves to stand before the leaf carved in the edge of the viewing pool. Slightly I bow my head to him just as the door opens again.

King Arlen Trazana, the most flamboyant of all of us, enters next. He flutters his sliver-blue swallowtail-like wings before folding them behind him. Arlen has short, cropped blue hair, exceptionally on point today; he must have stopped and got a trim on the way here. Bowing deeply, he smiles, looking up at me. “Greetings and health to you and your home, Oberon.” His voice hits tones that make mine pale in comparison. If I had to imagine what Gaia’s voice sounded like, I would imagine it is similar to his.

Gracefully I return the bow and flourish my hand in the direction of the viewing pool. “Greetings and health to you and yours, Arlen. Please join Arathorn at the pool, if you would be so kind.” A soft smile graces my lips as I stand back up again. Before Arlen moves past me, I adjust his flowing, shimmering baby-blue robes so that his folded wings wouldn’t get tangled.

“Thank you, brother,” Arlen says on his way to his place at the pool. He looks for his wind symbol and traces it with a single finger, smiling all the while. I catch him admiring his own reflection in the waters of the pool, looking over his perfect pale skin and gray, almost silver, eyes.

King Tanyth Parona of the Moon Fae and King Narbeth Quivaris of the Sun Fae arrive simultaneously, still bickering over which clan makes the best weapons. Rolling my eyes, Imove forward to garner their attention. Once I possess both kings’ attention, I bow deeply and flourish my hand in the direction of the viewing pool. “Greetings and health to you and yours,” I say to both kings at the same time, showing no favoritism to either clan.

The stark contrast between the kings is evident in appearance, manners, and tone of voice. Tanyth responds in a soft musical tone. His bright blue eyes are mesmerizing, contrasted with his iridescent silver hair and pale skin. Narbeth, on the other hand, lacks the musical quality to his voice that most Fae possess. His flame-red hair and sunkissed golden-brown skin sing of the days he spends in the bright sunlight. They both respond with the traditional greeting and move to their places on the viewing table.

As the King of the High Fae, it is my place to keep order of all known species within the realms. Unfortunately, with Lolth breaking away from his kin and taking all of the Drow with him, this poses a significant safety issue within the realm. Once everyone is in position, I place my hand upon my mark and the pool’s surface begins to ripple.

The initial vision moves to Skaldi Nyx Atriox, otherwise known as the Blood Queen. “Our first creation seems to be doing well, is she not?” Narbeth questions as the pool focuses on her rending the flesh from the Orcs that had invaded the southern part of her territory. The Orcs were released from the Underverse by the Drow; thankfully, Skaldi is strong enough to handle it.

“Yes, she is, but we need to see what the future holds if we don’t interfere,” I state, and the other kings agree with me. I move the visions forward twelve-hundred years, and Skaldi is in decline. Her Grandson, Nicodeamus Tepish, rises to power next and rules for almost three hundred years before the Drow rise-up. Battle after battle, the species of old are slowly slaughtered toextinction. Next, the Drow begin to march on the Strigoi as well as the human settlements. Each skirmish brings about a higher death toll until the human race has no paranormal defenders left to protect them. In the end, the humans are slaves, and our settlements are burned to ash.

Arlen, the most peaceful of us all, stands there with his hands in fists and his teeth gritted so hard his jaw trembles. “I implore you to allow us to interfere yet again. We must create a defender that no Drow will ever be able to destroy.” His gray eyes flash wildly as he looks to each of us, hoping to sway the verdict.

“I second the motion; there are many powerful bloodlines that we can mix. Perhaps create a hybrid similar to our cousins, the Lythari, that helped create the Lycan and Dire Wolf races.” Arathorn shrugs his shoulders as he passes a hand over the pool to the point in time where Anca Marelup is forced to take her mates. “What if we send Skaldi’s grandson here, and he’s a true mate of the last Marelup? We would have to send a special tincture to make sure the hybrid is created and survives gestation.” Arathorn stands tall, knowing full well his plan so far is the most solid.

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