Title: Cruentus, Rise to Power
Author: L.S. Broomfield
Published Date: May 13, 2013
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A prophecy of old continued to burn in
the embers of time; long left dormant until the Cruentus family rose above
all others as darkness ascended the lands. Greed and deception were the name of the game, and Arturo
Cruentus would stop at nothing as he concocted the ultimate scheme to get
everything he wanted. No price was too
high. The scene was set, the pieces strategically placed. The Gallo family
could not come against him, and in the end Guido and Palmiria Gallo would
come out the biggest losers, watching their only daughter, Emiliana,
be taken away to render a debt settled.
the embers of time; long left dormant until the Cruentus family rose above
all others as darkness ascended the lands. Greed and deception were the name of the game, and Arturo
Cruentus would stop at nothing as he concocted the ultimate scheme to get
everything he wanted. No price was too
high. The scene was set, the pieces strategically placed. The Gallo family
could not come against him, and in the end Guido and Palmiria Gallo would
come out the biggest losers, watching their only daughter, Emiliana,
be taken away to render a debt settled.
Young Emiliana Gallo, a victim of
circumstance, was thrust into a world she did not understand and forced to marry
a man she did not know. But what no one expected, not even Arturo, was that
Emiliana and his son, Donato, would fall in love against all odds. For Arturo,
love made one weak, but for his son, it was love at first sight. Donato
became an opportunist in his father’s dirty schemes and did everything in his
power to ensure the woman he admired for so long not only took his name in
marriage, but also fell in love with him. Donato wanted it all, his gamble paid
off richly, and he achieved both marriage and love. However, on the day
they said ‘I do’ and the Cruentus and Gallo families were joined, Emiliana was
ripped from their home like a thief in the night.
circumstance, was thrust into a world she did not understand and forced to marry
a man she did not know. But what no one expected, not even Arturo, was that
Emiliana and his son, Donato, would fall in love against all odds. For Arturo,
love made one weak, but for his son, it was love at first sight. Donato
became an opportunist in his father’s dirty schemes and did everything in his
power to ensure the woman he admired for so long not only took his name in
marriage, but also fell in love with him. Donato wanted it all, his gamble paid
off richly, and he achieved both marriage and love. However, on the day
they said ‘I do’ and the Cruentus and Gallo families were joined, Emiliana was
ripped from their home like a thief in the night.
An unknown force too
unsettled to let the vision spill and strengthen the Cruentus family decided to
do the unthinkable—double-cross the Cruentus family. Rage and disdain fuelled
Donato and Arturo. Though their reasons were very different-their goal unified
them. They squared off with the leader of the Russian Coven to take back
Emiliana, and in the end the Russian coven paid the highest price as the
leader’s blood was spilled in retribution for his crime at the hands of Arturo.
News spread quickly to the Magia Council, and before long Arturo was called
before them to answer for his crime of murder unjustly. The Ancients of the
roundtable at Mount Blanc, the mountain range bordering Italy and France, was
now enacted as they listened to the tale that had unfolded. Little did they
know that they were a part of the grand scheme Arturo Cruentus shrewdly planned
for the ultimate betrayal.
unsettled to let the vision spill and strengthen the Cruentus family decided to
do the unthinkable—double-cross the Cruentus family. Rage and disdain fuelled
Donato and Arturo. Though their reasons were very different-their goal unified
them. They squared off with the leader of the Russian Coven to take back
Emiliana, and in the end the Russian coven paid the highest price as the
leader’s blood was spilled in retribution for his crime at the hands of Arturo.
News spread quickly to the Magia Council, and before long Arturo was called
before them to answer for his crime of murder unjustly. The Ancients of the
roundtable at Mount Blanc, the mountain range bordering Italy and France, was
now enacted as they listened to the tale that had unfolded. Little did they
know that they were a part of the grand scheme Arturo Cruentus shrewdly planned
for the ultimate betrayal.
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“Why don’t you don’t try to leave this
place?” Donato asked, truly curious.
place?” Donato asked, truly curious.
Emiliana looked straight ahead,
continuing on their walk of the grounds. She wasn’t sure there was an answer
that wouldn’t make her look weak; she opted for the truth.
continuing on their walk of the grounds. She wasn’t sure there was an answer
that wouldn’t make her look weak; she opted for the truth.
“My papa did not teach me magic. He felt
the lessons I was learning at the time were far more valuable than magic.”
the lessons I was learning at the time were far more valuable than magic.”
“What lessons were those?” he countered,
though what Emiliana had told him surprised him. Greatly. What warlock would
ever deny their child of learning their heritage? It was unheard of.
though what Emiliana had told him surprised him. Greatly. What warlock would
ever deny their child of learning their heritage? It was unheard of.
“He taught me lessons of working to
survive, of putting in an honest day’s work to have something to eat or a place
to sleep. I bet I have used my hands more tilling our garden for food than you
ever have.”
survive, of putting in an honest day’s work to have something to eat or a place
to sleep. I bet I have used my hands more tilling our garden for food than you
ever have.”
There were little moments like these when
Donato could see the unstoked embers of Emiliana’s fire, and that was only in the
few days that she had been with them. He wondered what she would be like had
she received the magical teaching as she grew. Her father was an imbecile.
Donato could see the unstoked embers of Emiliana’s fire, and that was only in the
few days that she had been with them. He wondered what she would be like had
she received the magical teaching as she grew. Her father was an imbecile.
“It may well be true. Though, I have had
the other extreme of that. I grew up not having to do anything for myself,
other than magic. I wouldn’t change it, though, because magic is a part of me.
It makes me whole.”
the other extreme of that. I grew up not having to do anything for myself,
other than magic. I wouldn’t change it, though, because magic is a part of me.
It makes me whole.”
She stopped at an odd juncture, staring
at the nestling of trees on the property. Though the moment was brief, it was
like Emiliana was a million miles away.
at the nestling of trees on the property. Though the moment was brief, it was
like Emiliana was a million miles away.
“I have always been taught you cannot
miss that which you did not have. I would change nothing of my life, except for
the day I met you.”
miss that which you did not have. I would change nothing of my life, except for
the day I met you.”
Donato flinched. Her words sliced him
deeply even if they were not intended to.
deeply even if they were not intended to.
“Emiliana, neither of us can control why
this came to be. Can you at least have an open mind about us?”
this came to be. Can you at least have an open mind about us?”
Did she have a choice? No, not really.
With a soft dip of her head, golden locks fanned downward, concealing her face,
she answered, “I’ll try.”
With a soft dip of her head, golden locks fanned downward, concealing her face,
she answered, “I’ll try.”
This was not how Donato planned to spend
his day. He needed to make her see he was not just a rich kid. A smile caused his cheeks to lift, eyes twinkling.
his day. He needed to make her see he was not just a rich kid. A smile caused his cheeks to lift, eyes twinkling.
“If I had some flower seeds, would you
show me how to plant and nurture them? I have wanted to surprise my mother with
her favorite flower for a very long time, but I do not know the first thing
about gardening.”
show me how to plant and nurture them? I have wanted to surprise my mother with
her favorite flower for a very long time, but I do not know the first thing
about gardening.”
“Perhaps you should use your magic,” Emiliana
countered.
countered.
Donato’s head shook. “I think it is time
I get my hands dirty. Don’t you?”
I get my hands dirty. Don’t you?”
With that, Emiliana could not help the smile
that broke across her face. Looking up at him, she offered him an olive branch.
that broke across her face. Looking up at him, she offered him an olive branch.
“If I teach you to garden, to grow your
mother’s flowers, will you teach me how to do it by magic?”
mother’s flowers, will you teach me how to do it by magic?”
His smile mirrored hers. After only
three days he could see a smile, and he had caused it. He knew deep down,
eventually she would love him.
three days he could see a smile, and he had caused it. He knew deep down,
eventually she would love him.
“I would be most
honoured.”
honoured.”
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L.S. Broomfield lives in God’s country
– Central Labrador, Canada. She wasn’t born there, but it’s where she and her
family call home. Born and raised in Hawkes Bay, Newfoundland and Labrador,
L.S. is published author who is
currently working on book two of the Cruentus series, a series of tales about
the Cruentus family; namely, Dragos Cruentus who who will make his appearance
in the second book. She is full of talent and takes a fresh look on the
paranormal world.
– Central Labrador, Canada. She wasn’t born there, but it’s where she and her
family call home. Born and raised in Hawkes Bay, Newfoundland and Labrador,
L.S. is published author who is
currently working on book two of the Cruentus series, a series of tales about
the Cruentus family; namely, Dragos Cruentus who who will make his appearance
in the second book. She is full of talent and takes a fresh look on the
paranormal world.
As a child, Lisa
always wanted to write. She didn’t have any predilection of what to write, as
long as she was writing – she was happy. She remembers growing up and traveling
to Flower’s Cove to visit family and letting her imagination soar as the pen
sketched across the paper. At such a young age, it was perhaps mostly
incoherent thoughts tossed across the pages but still for all, it was a desire
even then to write and tell a story.
always wanted to write. She didn’t have any predilection of what to write, as
long as she was writing – she was happy. She remembers growing up and traveling
to Flower’s Cove to visit family and letting her imagination soar as the pen
sketched across the paper. At such a young age, it was perhaps mostly
incoherent thoughts tossed across the pages but still for all, it was a desire
even then to write and tell a story.
As an adult, Lisa met
an amazing group of individuals, and with their support and encouragement was
brave enough to write and let people read the stories in her mind. While
writing is one thing, allowing others to read the words one has spent hours
putting to paper is entirely another thing. It opens the author wide to both
praise and criticism. Lisa found it to be scary, yet wonderfully exciting.
an amazing group of individuals, and with their support and encouragement was
brave enough to write and let people read the stories in her mind. While
writing is one thing, allowing others to read the words one has spent hours
putting to paper is entirely another thing. It opens the author wide to both
praise and criticism. Lisa found it to be scary, yet wonderfully exciting.
Lisa has many people
to thank for helping her to reach where she is today, but none of this would be
possible without the support of her husband, Shawn, and her amazing kids,
Brittany, Daniel, and Jacob. These people fill her world with color and make it
worth writing – they enable her to do what she loves.
to thank for helping her to reach where she is today, but none of this would be
possible without the support of her husband, Shawn, and her amazing kids,
Brittany, Daniel, and Jacob. These people fill her world with color and make it
worth writing – they enable her to do what she loves.
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