TITLE: JACK WRIMO AND THE ORI OF FLAMES
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Word Count: 58,850
"Ori are a race of beings that are bonded with a natural force present on this planet. When our mother, Earthra, creates a new example of her power, she also creates an Ori to govern that power. I am the Ori of Flames."
Like many stories before it, this story starts with being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or the right place at the right time, depending on the perspective.
Jack Wrimo was a 15 year old boy, self-described as always being near the top of the heap in academics and athletics, but never the king of the hill. Then, a trip to a flea market with his family leads to Jack releasing a powerful ally, and an ancient evil.
Jack is thrust into a world he can barely comprehend, full of creatures that disdain the human race, led by an all-powerful and apathetic deity. With the help of Pharia, the powerful overseer of all fire on Earth, he must face a nameless and unknown evil, an evil that has unclear motives and unpredictable actions, and has taken his best friend, Matt, hostage.
While simultaneously traversing an unknown world, trying to convince the same creatures that disdain him to help him, and avoiding accidentally destroying all life on the planet, Jack has to save Matt from the danger that Jack got him into in the first place.
This is my first manuscript, and it is complete at just over 58,000 words. It is intended to setup for the sequel, which is in the initial editing stages now. The sequel will conclude Jack's story, but I also believe there is more to be explored in the world I have created in a book that would follow future generations of the characters in these two works.
“Jack, honey, it is time to get up!”
He heard the sound of his mother’s voice, muffled by the closed bedroom door between them, but simply did not want to get up. It wasn’t because of any lack of sleep, or even what his dad called “teenage hibernation.” Truthfully, he had been dreading this day for a month now, just like he dreaded it every month. It was his family’s “Flea Market Saturday.”
Of all the lame family events that he had to endure, this was the one that Jack hated the most. He, his mom, dad, and two little sisters would pile in their van, drive the forty five minutes to the local flea market and then just “browse around” for the next eight hundred seventy three hours (that’s what it felt like to Jack at least). The only good part of the trip was that their mom would give them each ten dollars to spend however they wanted, and ten dollars at a flea market could go a long way.
One time, Jack decided to see how much he could eat for that amount. He had two hot dogs, an order of French fries, a bag of chips, and a cherry covered funnel cake. He was extremely ill afterwards, but it had tasted delicious. The list of items Jack had brought back over the years was varied to the absurd.