Vendel Rising Series by L.A. Warren (1-4)
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Overview: L.A. Warren grew up reading the greats in science fiction. Their stories took her to amazing places and proved that humans can do amazing things. Her first science-fiction series, Vendel Rising, has all the features of an outstanding sci-fi read…an original and exciting storyline filled with adventure, drama, and action, as well as intriguing characters and cultures different from our own.
Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy
1. It Begins With the End – New Terra Histories by Malita s’Lissa s’vlor
"To understand your enemies, you must first let go of your hatred. Only then may you forgive. Only then may you understand."
May 31, 2136
The day the Vendel invaded my world is a memory that never leaves me. It’s the day I lived. The day I died. It’s the day everything changed. I was defeated and broken. They destroyed me.
I hated them. I didn’t want to forgive them. I didn’t care to understand them. All I wanted was my revenge. What I got instead was something I never imagined possible…
Emperor Gregor Ulysses vlor’Malita claims to have our interests in mind, humanity’s interests that is, and perhaps there is a kernel of truth in that statement. Earth, as it turns out, is but a small fraction of humanity.
But Saviors?
How do you justify that to the dead? How do we, the survivors, wrap our minds around that? We live with the impossible loss of everything and everyone we knew, but more than the collar, or the boot steps which announce the inevitable arrival of my vlor’ master, one idea terrifies me.
What if the Vendel are right?
Are they, in fact, our saviors?
This is how my story begins…
2. Women of Rank– New Terra Histories by Malita s’Lissa s’vlor
Life is but a collection of moments, some more memorable than others. Every now and again a moment comes along, so intense that indelible memories are forever carved in our minds. We remember what we were doing, feeling, seeing, hearing, and tasting at the exact instant our lives changed.
I remembered two things: the warm, rich scent of a powerful man, and the agony of the braklav.
June 2, 2136:
Aliens had landed. We were not alone. The Vendel had somehow risen into the sky and traveled to the stars thousands of years before the rest of humanity launched our first rocket to the moon. In the deep reaches of space, an empire flourished and we knew nothing about them.
I never understood why no one thought to ask why the Vendel had returned. With so many planets, why come back to Earth? Why had they left to begin with? Perhaps we should’ve asked before inviting them to dinner.
Death began with a simple cough or sneeze. Like the Black Death of the Middle Ages, people who were hale and hearty in the morning, were dead by nightfall. Billions died at the hands of the Vendel.
For a few of us, we weren’t touched at all. At least not on the outside, inside was a different matter. The Vendel collected us, tested us, ranked us, andremade us, although it would be a long time before we understood what that meant.
Gregor Ulysses vlor’Malita claims to have our interests in mind, humanity’s interests, and perhaps there is a kernel of truth in that statement.
Saviors?
How do you justify that to the dead?
One idea terrifies me. What if the Vendel are in fact, our saviors?
This is the continuation of my story…
3. The Price of Power– New Terra Histories by Malita s’Lissa s’vlor
If someone thinks they are crazy, are they? I have no answer. But perhaps, it is only when someone stops asking that they truly are insane.
July 4, 2136
The braklav defeated me.
It transformed me.
The High Tender molded me to obey him and serve Gregor, my master, Emperor of the Vendel, and my enemy. I did whatever it took to please Gregor and endure my High Tender’s wrath.
The birth of my strange sisters, Whimper, Shriek, and Malice gave me strength. When my trials became too much to bear, my sisters protected and sheltered me.
They suffered so I might survive.
They broke so that I did not.
They gave me strength when I was at my weakest.
They endured so that I might one day fight.
In breaking me, the High Tender gave me the means to defeat him, but that is another story.
I want to tell you how I met my new friends, because that is a story of legend…
4. It Ends With a Beginning– New Terra Histories by Malita s’Lissa s’vlor
"Make the impossible possible."
These are the words my grandfather left me with. They whisper and echo in my head every day. But how do you make the impossible possible? This was my task, and I chipped at the mountain of impossibility until the first boulder fell. After that, accomplishing the impossible didn’t seem nearly improbable. My most potent weapon was perseverance.
I’m insane…I think. Maybe? I don’t know. My memories are foggy. There were several times when that fine dividing line stretched between sanity and that darker place of madness. It’s hard to know for certain.
Tender Training broke me. It splintered my identity, but I believe I gained more than I lost in the madness which followed.
My entire goal had been escape. I fought for freedom. The fact that I faced an unsurmountable task did not dissuade me. The Vendel came to my home, they murdered nearly all of Earth’s population, and they took a thousand of us as slaves. They were the very definition of evil and I vowed to defeat them.
Revenge filled my every waking thought and fueled my determination to never give up. No matter the pain the Vendel inflicted, the deaths they caused, or the fate of my sanity, my purpose drove me forward.
Not once did it occur to me that I might fail. I kept moving forward, one small step at a time. As long as I was doing something, I believed a solution would be found.
While I failed to learn the very basics of the mysterious WOR-skill, my subconsciousness took over. No one told me what I did was impossible. I just listened to the voices in my head and did it.
That’s me…making the possible out of the impossible. As for my sanity, have you met my sisters?
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