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    Xonarye: Australia
    Xonarye: Australia
    Xonarye: Australia
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    Xonarye: Australia

    By S.H.S.

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    Unlike most adventures, quests, or journeys that started a long time ago—or the old catchphrase “Once upon a time”— this story starts now, in the modern world 2019. If you want to know something, you have technology at your fingertips, ready to spit out any information that you desire. However, what if something isn’t available on a search engine? I am not talking about some small detail like what a random celebrity’s budgie’s name was—something much larger, far more important, and unique. Your brain is churning over wondering what on earth this mysterious information might be. This secret has a lot to do with the earth. In fact, the earth is hiding it and not many people know of this existence. You want to know more? Well, read on.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris AU
    Release dateJun 11, 2020
    ISBN9781984506153

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      Xonarye - S.H.S.

      CHAPTER 1

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      U nlike most adventures, quests, or journeys that started a long time ago—or the old catchphrase Once upon a time— this story starts now, in the modern world 2019. If you want to know something, you have technology at your fingertips, ready to spit out any information that you desire. However, what if something isn’t available on a search engine? I am not talking about some small detail like what a random celebrity’s budgie’s name was—something much larger, far more important, and unique. Your brain is churning over wondering what on earth this mysterious information might be. This secret has a lot to do with the earth. In fact, the earth is hiding it and not many people know of this existence. You want to know more? Well, read on.

      The story starts in a place that not many of you have heard of, a small country town called Naracoorte. You are likely thinking, Where? How do I even pronounce the name? Well, you have heard of Melbourne and Adelaide in Australia, haven’t you? It’s nowhere near either of them. So where is it? Go four hours south of Adelaide and five and a half hours west of Melbourne. That is where you will find Naracoorte hugging the borders of South Australia and Victoria. What’s even there? To be short, not much. I joke—they do have a claim to fame, as they say. There are the Naracoorte Caves, which are World Heritage listed. You can see some wonderful sights and see the past of fossils and some megafauna species.

      Here we meet a young man who has just started a building apprenticeship with a local builder in town. Meet Leaf Brodie, a nineteen-year-old knockabout country lad, standing at an average size of just under six feet, with a scrawny frame that his body will grow into. He has short blackish hair and ocean-blue eyes, with a smile that could get you out of the biggest hole or even melt a hardened heart.

      It’s the middle of January and a sizzling hot summer day. We find Leaf working hard on an elegant old farm homestead that needs a lot of work to bring it back to its past glory. He’s wearing a tank top and footy shorts, and he is drenched in sweat. He is in the bathroom with a hammer and chisel and is breaking the tiles off the wall to prepare for a brand-new bathroom. He places the chisel next to the edge of a tile and swings the hammer down upon it, forcing a few tiles to bounce off the wall and then burst into tiny bits on the floor. He breaks more tiles off the wall, and this time some of the wall comes away. He thinks, Damn it. Now I’ll have to repair the wall before I have to install the new ones.

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      As Leaf’s eyes adjusted to dust settling through the sunlight coming through the window, he noticed something lying on a piece of timber from where the wall broke away from. It was a rectangular beaten-up rusty-looking metal box that has seen better days.

      As he picked it up, he could hear something slide about in the box. He thought it odd that a box was hidden in a bathroom, of all places. Leaf attempted to pry it open with his hands; however, the locks were rusted shut. Clearly, the moisture from being in the bathroom over the years had done a number on the box.

      Leaf grabbed his trusty hammer and chisel and started whacking into the hinges in an attempt to gain access to the contents of the metal box. After a few minutes of laying into it and sweating some more, he had success. It was finally open. What Leaf found inside was a rectangular object wrapped in black hessian. Carefully and very delicately, he unwrapped it.

      Leaf’s mind was jumping around while wondering what in the heck was inside and why had someone had gone to so much trouble to look after the item. All of a sudden, his phone on top of his esky started ringing. His mate Summo—Dean Summers—was calling him. Hey, mate, he said, we still good to meet with Spence at the pub after work?

      Yeah. Hey, Summo, I’ll be there for a beer later, replied Leaf.

      Hanging up the phone, he noticed the time and decided to pack up for the weekend and call it quits. He did a quick clean up of the mess he had made in the bathroom and packed up his tools, tossing them in the back of his old white ute. About to take off, he remembered the box that he found. He ran back in, grabbed it, and flipped it onto the passenger seat next to him. He put his foot to the floor and started heading back to town to go home and get changed.

      Home was a three-bedroom brown brick house where he still lived with his parents. Leaf was an only child in the family. His mum worked at the chemist in town, and his dad was a truck driver. They were good parents who raised him to show respect and to work hard. They too were raised with these values by their parents. They pushed hard for him to have a trade, as they believed it would set him up in life. And with the way technology was advancing, it’s a job that would not be getting replaced by technology anytime soon.

      Pulling up in the driveway, he jumped out and went inside to get ready to head down to the pub to meet the boys. He decided that he would drive down and only have a couple of beers so he could get up and get something done in the morning.

      The pub was a hive of noise and activity, with groups chatting away, ordering drinks, and coming down from a long week’s work. Making his way through the crowd, he spotted Summo and Spence standing around a table and chatting, a beer ready for him. Summo was still in his black chinos and white checked shirt. He has just started a cadetship at the local car dealership. He had short blonde hair with plenty of gel in it to style it with swish from the left to the right. Spence couldn’t look any different, wearing work boots, dusty jeans, and a woollen jumper. People could tell he was working hard. As a son of a farmer, there was always plenty of work to do. He had brown curly hair and was of a stocky build, quite different to Summo who had an athletic build to him. Spence face was scattered with freckles around his face as well. The three of them were all around the same height even though Summo thought he was the taller of the three. You couldn’t get a more interesting trio: a famer, a salesman, and a tradie.

      He shook hands with his boys and took a swig of his beer it was nice and cold and very refreshing. Then they talked about what went on in each of their week. After about an hour of reminiscing, Leaf decided to pull the pin and head off home. Driving back home (under the legal limit), he saw the metal box. It had completely slipped his mind.

      CHAPTER 2

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      P ulling up to his home, Leaf grabbed the metal box and headed inside. No one was home. He guessed his parents had gone out for tea. Heading to his room, he finished unwrapping the black hessian bag. What in the world can be so important to keep something so protected? Ran though his mind yet again.

      After opening the bag, he saw an old leather-bound book, with leather straps and bronze buckles keeping it shut. On the front was a large X, with the word Xonarye. The X was outlined black, filled in with a deep blue, with the top right and bottom left corners of the X halfway up and a diagonal white strip cutting though the blue and black. The X itself felt like it is protruding off the leather, apart from the white angles.

      Sitting on his bed, he examined the rest of the outside of the book with his eyes and hands. There was nothing on the back or spine of it. Fumbling around with straps and the buckles, eventually he was able to prise it open. Clearly, from the age of it and how difficult it was to open, it had not been opened in God knows how long.

      Slowly and carefully, Leaf opened the book to reveal elegant free-flowing cursive English

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