Whill of Agora: Book 1 ((Legends of Agora))
Michael James Ploof
Author Bio
Michael was born during a blizzard in the late 70’s. He grew up in the Northern NY Boonies. Luckily he had no cable TV, but he did possess the power to turn an ordinary stick into anything imaginable. He spent his first decade of life fighting monsters, aliens, and Sith lords. Having been unsuccessfully taught how to sit down, shut up, get in line, and raise his hand to pee, he quit school the first day of his senior year of high school. Along with his band members and girlfriend, Michael took a greyhound bus to California, something he had always dreamed of doing. After nine months and many crazy experiences and soup kitchens later, he and his girlfriend returned to NY with a baby on the way. Joining the workforce with blue hair and no education that mattered to the “real world trolls” he began to work toward supporting his new family. Three years later the family grew with the addition of a baby girl. Michael spent 14 years at a Casino being the best poker dealer in NY, and later as the best boss in the world. (Hey man, I’m just repeating what they say). He has recently quit his day job to focus on writing full-time. Michael is still married to his high school sweetheart.
His hobbies include reading, cooking, gardening, researching the spiritual and mental enslavement of his fellow humans, working out, playing guitar, bass, and drums. He is patiently waiting for the world to take the red pill.
Above all else, Michael enjoys beating the odds.
Description
It is the year 5170 in the land Agora, where humans, dwarves, and elves have existed in peace for centuries. Now, however, the human King Addakon has invaded and waged war on neighboring Isladon. The once peaceful Kingdoms of Agora are on the brink of continental war. The Dark Elf Eadon, and his army of Dragon-Elf crossbreeds, the Draggard, threaten to conquer all kingdoms.
Enter young Whill, a nineteen-year-old ranger with battle savvy and untapped abilities. Having spent years roaming Agora and training with his mentor Abram, Whill has become a bright intellectual and a master of combat. What he seeks most, however, is the identity of his birth parents. Instead, he finds a tumultuous terrain and a prophecy placing him in the center of the struggle.
Along the way, Whill encounters an equally inspired group of companions that are matched in skill and mission. These include Rhunis the Dragon Slayer, the young Tarren, the fearless Dwarf Roakore, the beguiling warrior Elf Avriel, and the powerful Zerafin. As Whill joins forces, he forges bonds far mightier than their escalating travails. With high adventure and fierce friendship, Whill of Agora will capture your imagination and grip your heart during every super-charged escapade that Agora’s bold and grinning brotherhood embraces
Book excerpt
The knights once again stood tall and holstered their swords as the king stood and took Lord Rogus’s place at the front of the booth. The entire crowd fell silent and bowed before King Mathus as he looked upon his loyal subjects. Whill and Abram did the same. With one knee to the floor and an arm resting upon it, Whill sneaked a look at the king, but then quickly lowered his head again. He was sure that the king had been looking right at him. He quickly discarded the thought as the king began his speech.
“Good people of Fendale, arise, for I look upon you as my equals. I am privileged only by the honor of being your leader. Tonight we celebrate brotherhood, and the joy of life itself. The winters of our lives will always come, and they will seem to linger with the bittersweet cold of remorse, regret, and despair. During such times each of us will question ourselves and this world. We will wonder how such a bleak and miserable time can ever end, the seemingly eternal misery that is our darkest hour. But end it does, for to every winter there is a spring, and to every tragedy there is newfound joy. A cold heart is one that has forgotten hope and knows no love. We will stay warm throughout the most bitter cold and have hope when all else is lost, because we are the people of Eldalon, and we know no defeat, and we are all brothers. No force on this earth or from the heavens will ever break our spirit. It is in love we find our greatest strength, and our unwavering hope.
“So I ask you all now to look upon each other as family, and to put aside differences and petty quarrels. I ask you all to look around at the beautiful city you have created. Its magnificent splendor shines above all things. Without you it would be only stone and dirt. Without the great people of Eldalon, it would be nothing. This celebration honors the light in the darkness, hope in times of despair, and love in the face of hate. It signifies the beginning of an end. May your sails forever catch the warm wind, and may your families prosper.”
The coliseum was as quiet as a forgotten tomb. It had the feeling of the calm before the storm. All eyes shimmered as one in the presence of the king, and upon every face there was a smile. The king looked around at his people, his own smile bright. At last he said, “And now, let the competition begin!”
The crowd again broke into deafening applause. Whill stood with them, cheering. A new and foreign sense of belonging sent a pain through his chest as he clapped vigorously, hot tears welling in his eyes.
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