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    D-Nine: Protectors of the Crown
    D-Nine: Protectors of the Crown
    D-Nine: Protectors of the Crown
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    D-Nine: Protectors of the Crown

    By Magus Tor

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    Dr James’ life has always been straightforward. That is until he starts suffering with severe headaches and then things start to take a severe turn. 

    When James passes out from pain, he becomes another person – a beautiful teenage princess from another world, a princess whose life is in danger but who is suffering amnesia and can’t remember where the threat is coming from. However with the doctor’s intelligence and knowledge and her power and charisma, the princess battles and charms her way through many adventures until she stumbles upon a shocking plot. 


    As one life splits into two, the lines between what is real and what is imaginary seem to blur and James will surely have to choose which life he is meant to lead.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBeyond His Words
    Release dateOct 11, 2015
    ISBN9781513057767
    D-Nine: Protectors of the Crown
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    Magus Tor

    Magus Tor is a dreamer who enjoys dreaming varied dreams of being a doctor, a lawyer, a police officer and a teacher but never in the wildest dream to become a writer. Since starting to write in 2007, Magus continues to explore creating worlds in his imaginative mild. Although he wishes to specialize in writing fantasy but his mind twisted his will and he ended up writing more Science Fiction than Fantasy. So far, his only fantasy novella is D-Nine: Protectors of the Crown.

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      D-Nine - Magus Tor

      1.psd

      My head throbbed hard on the right side. To say my head hurt would be a severe understatement. It didn’t just hurt, it was in undiluted agony. My precious periods of relief seemed to be waning, and the intensity of the pain increased exponentially with each passing day. Today, the pain gripped me relentlessly for the third time. Groan.

      My hand reached towards the packets of painkillers at the left corner of the table, trembling as it travelled the distance. I wondered how many hours the pills would last this time round. Taking a deep breath, I popped a cocktail of paracetamol and naproxen tablets into my mouth. The bitterness spread quickly across the surface of my tongue, causing me to gag. My other hand flashed towards the glass of chilled water and flushed the culprits down my oesophagus. The bitterness lingered.

      As I lay back heavily on the executive seat, my headache continued its merciless assault on my brain. My fingers went for my temple and rubbed hard. That failed to alleviate the pain but was definitely better than doing nothing. It was going to take a while for the medications to take effect. Someone needed to invent something that could kill pain instantaneously.

      I opened my eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. The fan whirred above me. I tried to track the movements of its blades with my eyes. All that did was make me feel sick again. An appointment with Seetho was necessary, I thought; hopefully, he could do something about my torturous condition. I was just about to call him when I stopped short. He was at a neuroscience conference in Manhattan. Damn. Did he get back today? Or was he scheduled for tomorrow?

      Forcing my unwilling body to sit up, I leaned towards the table for my iPhone, but everything turned into a nauseating swirl around me. I felt the bitter bile of vomit rise in my throat, and the urge to throw up overwhelmed me. I reached out, grabbing feebly for the glass of water on my table. A musical shatter of glass hitting the floor filled my ears before silence and darkness engulfed me.

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      My eyes reopened after much struggle and stared straight up. There was no ceiling; in its place was a wooden frame. My vision had not cleared; everything was dark and dim. My eyesight must be declining, I thought, if my vision is not returning.

      My head still hurt; in fact, it had worsened. Now it was a general heaviness that filled my entire head. As I sat up, blankets cascaded down my trunk. A chilly gust caressed my exposed body. The air conditioning must have been set at sixteen degrees. I quickly pulled up the blanket, letting the warmth radiate across my body.

      Someone must have brought me to a hospital, as this bed was definitely not mine; this was much cosier and softer than my orthopaedic bed. My headache coupled with the nice bed urged me back to slumber; anything else could wait.

      However, the same dreaded headache prevented me from falling asleep. My mind continued its assessment and suddenly something struck me. The room had a sweet smell, definitely not the antiseptic atmosphere of a hospital. Sitting up with a start, eyes darting around the room, I concluded that either my eyes were playing tricks on me or I was still dreaming.

      The bed was surrounded by a translucent drape. On the other side was a spacious room, delightfully furnished with what appeared to be wooden furniture that had a hint of medieval influence. There were even candles attempting to provide lighting for the room. I am a big fan of fantasy; The Lord of the Rings is one of my favourites, but it was surely a bad joke with bad timing to dump me here. One name came to mind as the most probable culprit. Marcus, a producer in a media company, was a guy who enjoyed pulling outlandish pranks like this. Anger began to consume me as thoughts of him preying on me in this time of dire pain overwhelmed me.

      I quickly got out of the bed. Immediately, the chill from the stone floor sent pain shooting up my spine. Soon my legs were off the floor and onto the bed again. Looking down, I spied a pair of fluffy slippers and slipped them on; my feet appreciated the comfort and instant warmth they brought. The temperature outside the drape was colder than I had expected. Someone must have set the thermostat really low.

      Picking up a heavy blanket, I draped it across my shoulders, letting it swathe my whole body. The warmth it provided was glorious.

      Looking around to capture and process more details, I concluded that it was morning, and that the light in the room was that of a new dawn. The wood-framed windows were thrown open, letting in more cold air. The stone walls gave the room a feel of an ancient castle or monastery—just like the ones in fairy tales.

      Walking towards the window, I scanned the room. Beautiful paintings and decorations decorated the walls. The only thing that did not sit well with me was the feminine touch it had. Certainly not suited to my liking.

      Chill winds howled past the window as I poked my head out. I squeezed my eyes shut in defence. When I managed to open them again, an amazing landscape materialized, filling me with awe. The landscape stretched all the way to the seaport, ships dotting the horizon. The golden sun was climbing out of its slumber. This could not be reality; I had to be dreaming.

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      Clank! A loud sound shattered the silence of my dream. My head automatically turned towards the source and saw two girls dressed in maid uniforms, bowing low. They appeared to be shivering, but it might have been the dim, flickering lights playing tricks on my eyes. A metal basin was still rolling on the floor. This was a good opportunity to find out exactly where I was.

      I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could make a sound, a group of men in armour appeared from all sides. It seemed there was more than one door to this room. Swords that certainly looked like the real McCoy were drawn, with the sharpest quivering in the chilly air.

      Is Your Royal Highness well? a loud voice thundered from behind me. I turned instinctively to the voice and took a miscalculated step, catching the edge of the blanket, throwing my body into imbalance. Fear gripped me as I fell backwards.

      Surprisingly, the falling sensation ceased and there was no pain. I had fallen into the arms of the one who had spoken. He picked me up with ease and walked towards the bed. My face flushed bright red; it was so embarrassing to be carried by another man. Soon I was back in the comfort of the warm, soft bed.

      The guard stepped back and bowed. Rest well, Your Royal Highness. Your body is still weak from its injuries.

      What injuries? I blurted, and the sudden, immense pain in my head seemed to answer my question.

      There was an ambush. You were thrown off the carriage. That was almost a week back.

      Huh? This dream had already been weird, but now nothing was making any sense.

      Call for the Royal Physician, the guard ordered the maids. One of them rushed out. The guard stood up and waved to the other soldiers. Stand down. He bowed and walked out behind his men.

      I was left alone with the other maid, who remained on her knees, bowing low.

      Miss, please get up. You are making me feel bad. Sitting up on the bed, I decided not to get out, lest I embarrass myself further.

      Y-yes, Your Royal Highness. She got up, swiftly cleaned up the mess on the floor, and disappeared out through the main door.

      I let out a long sigh. Everything felt so real that fear began to grow in the heart. I must be dreaming—definitely had to be dreaming. Placing a pillow over my head, I kept repeating that thought until darkness took over.

      2.psd

      A strong hug woke me, squeezing my chest hard, causing a slight asphyxia. It was from a regally-dressed girl in her early twenties. She was a

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