The Resonance Key
by Robert Chapman
Warren Trammel is a man of logic, physics, and hard work. At fifty, his life is defined by the stability of his IT career and the demands of fatherhood—until a forgotten family heirloom rips open the fabric of reality. When his eldest son, James, is pulled through a closet portal into a realm governed by the mystical Flow, Warren doesn't wait for a prophecy or a chosen one. He grabs his plate carrier, his modern rifle, and his Swiss Saber, and steps into the unknown. On the other side lies the realm of Ffaraon, a world teetering on the edge of destruction. A fanatical Theocracy and its mutated 'Twisted' monsters are sweeping across the land, and James is caught in the crossfire. Warren soon discovers that his modern technology has cataclysmic, explosive consequences when it touches this world's magic. To save his son, Warren must navigate a landscape of warring lords and ancient secrets, joining forces with a hidden princess and a grandfather he thought was long dead. In a world where resonance is power, one father is about to show a magical empire that modern grit and gunpowder have a resonance all their own. The Trammel legacy is waking up, and the Theocracy isn't ready for what’s coming.
- Fantasy
- Portal Fantasy
- Epic Fantasy
- Quest Adventure
Opening
The Beginning:
Magic isn’t real. There is no such thing as magic, spells, sorcery, incantations, Santeria, hexes, Voodoo, divine intervention. These are things of coincidence or maybe math and energy. No angel or demon pushed you out of the way of the falling piano, rather energy in the form of a stiff breeze twisted and turned with just the right combination to push you enough to stop your oblivious stroll. It would have pushed you if the piano was falling or not. It isn’t divine intervention or some protective spell.
Or, maybe all that random energy moving together is the magic... we just don’t know how to quantify it, so we explain it as physics.
Whatever the case, Warren didn’t believe in magic. He had a job, responsibilities, bills, a mortgage, a family to support and tend. No number of magic circles were going to lessen his hour and a half commute to work. There were no incantations to complete the project plans, balance the budget reports, run the meetings, design the network architecture, or decrease his standard 50-hour work week. His arrival at home was just as filled making meals, cleaning house, tending the yard and pets, spending time with his two sons on homework, cub scouts, soccer practice, and all the other responsibilities that come of being a father. There was no magic to the efforts, just time and energy. and at the end of the day there was no sorcery in existence that would return the time. William was 50 years old and no magic existed to change that.
Or so he believed.
Unexpected Gifts
Mom? Dad? What is this box? “Oh, that is stuff from storage that you need to take with you.” replied his mom. “You know your dad and I are purging your old things from the attic and storage. Your brother and sister have boxes, too.” Rummaging through the box, William saw it held a cacophony of dusty, old, childhood artifacts: old train parts with…
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