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The Chosen-Fables of Zachary - Volume I


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The Chosen Fables of Zachary - Volume I

T.G. Corneille

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PROLOGUE

FABLES of Zachary – volume I

THE CHOSEN

ZEBEL…The Warrior Lord - First Choice of

Zachary, The “Just Punisher” CEO over Metnal,

the dark, deadly underworld…is about a normal,

run of the mill, pimply faced, youth Trevor

travelling from Mumbai to Bangalore by car who

meets with an accident and is transformed into

Markey; named by Zachary and his cult of

worshipers as Zebel. He inherits immense titles,

wealth, power, and realizes that he is one of the

most successful, powerful and wealthy business

magnates in the world – a legacy left for him as

the chosen successor of the former Zebel who

reigned for 7,373 years, 73 days, 73 minutes and

73 seconds precisely – as went the mystery! Thus

begins a new Age of a new Reign! Markey eases

gradually into his reborn life of royalty, oomph

and magic spells that leave him craving with a

voracious, never ending appetite for more and

more. His torrid dreams, pertaining to the

acceptance of his new being, lead him on a

journey of adventurous fiction, perils, fantasy,

torture, killings, devilish rituals and challenges.

This book is spun around Grotesque styled rituals

and sacrifices, bizarre, brutal violence and black

magic beliefs and acts conceptualized and

monitored to satisfaction by Zachary - The “Just


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Punisher” CEO - through his chosen vessel -

ZEBEL…The Warrior Lord!

This novel is the first in a series of five, penned

with the intention of entertainment. The quest to

find THE FIST that is known to hold unlimited

powers making the acquirer the Supreme Ruler of

all Worlds takes you from the present to the past

and future. Travelling through various time

capsule windows of various dimensions of

existence. Just enjoy the book and let your

imagination run free. Who knows…you could be

the next ZEBEL!


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INDEX

Sr.No. Title Page

Chapter 1 An Accident That

Transformed

1

Chapter 2 Mark Yates of Zebel

Business Conglomerate

8

Chapter 3 Hotel Zebel International 14

Chapter 4 The Executive

Professionals

23

Chapter 5 The Assassin Sent by Kaa

Baal

30

Chapter 6 The Ritual 37

Chapter 7 Completing Zebel – The

Warrior Lord

43

Chapter 8 Embarking for Kiwirrkurra 49

Chapter 9 The Emissary of Occanna 55

Chapter 10 Perilous Mishap 61

Chapter 11 City Zonna of Planet

Occanna

65

Chapter 12 The Fort 72

Chapter 13 Bonnie’s Chambers 77

Chapter 14 The Solemn Crowning 85

Chapter 15 Clyde Chastised Lightly 90

Chapter 16 Spy Within 96

Chapter 17 The Special Gifts 102

Chapter 18 The Feast Announcing The

Findings

107

Chapter 19 zee Concludes With The

Entity

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Chapter 20 The Meaningful Dream 119

Chapter 21 The Dream Deciphered 125

Chapter 22 Kaa Baal 129

Chapter 23 The Creature Thwarted 137

Chapter 24 Kabbla 142

Chapter 25 The Return to Zonna 150

Chapter 26 The Slaying of Kaa Baal 156

Chapter 27 The Fist 165

Chapter 28 Operation Water Gate and

The Riddle

171

Chapter 29 The Uniting of Three Clans

by a Wedding

177

Chapter 30 Seeking The Index Finger 183


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Chapter 1

An Accident That Transformed

Sitting in the comfort of the back seat, in a car.

Travelling from Mumbai to Goa on a part bumpy,

part smooth, mostly pot holed, tarred roads and

highways winding through sporadic shanties,

treacherous ghats, jungles, cities and villages.

Reminiscing memories in galore. Some good. Some

not so good. Dreaming dreams of yester-days,

yester-weeks, yester-months and yester-years. Some

pleasant. Some not so pleasant. Some serious. Some

quite hilarious. Re-living memoirs from back deep

into childhood and gaining applaud, earning kudos

for being an imaginative hero. At times a likable

villain. Thinking about Mum’s cooking, her

pampering, her spoiling and Dad’s stern, ‘no

nonsense’ scolding. Dad’s belting at times that left

welts in tender places, particularly the rumps.

Trevor Bailey, a young 25-year-old lad’s mind was

roaming, listlessly into dream land…what one

normally does whilst travelling. Fantasizing of

doing the impossible, making one out to being a

celebrity. Lost deep in fantasy and make believe

land; cruising along a lonely spot on the winding

road in betwixt a jungle. The Lonavala jungles

between Mumbai and Pune were dark, dense, scary,

massive and mystical. The road hardly had any

street lights, dim, cold, moist and misty.


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These fantasy dreams were shattered as Trevor was

suddenly awakened by the shrill scream of tires

screeching and skidding followed by the sickening

thud of the car hitting something. Trevor was flung

high and clear into the air and out onto the road,

devoid of any traffic, activity or anything. He was

knocked out unconscious. Shocked, bewildered and

shaken he came to miraculously…not knowing after

how long or how bad the mishap was. Collecting

himself together he made his way to the wreck and

saw that the driver of his vehicle was jammed

between the steering wheel and seat. The wheel was

partly embedded in his soft portly belly and he was

motionless, bleeding profusely from various parts of

his bulky body Cut by the windscreen glass

scattered all over, torn leather and fumes of smoke

billowing upward just catching on from a spark,

now fanned to a flame soon to become a destructive

fire.

Since there was nothing he could do here as this

driver was dead, Trevor noticed and made his way

to the other car, which was overturned, some forty -

fifty feet away. He saw that a part of the other

driver was peeking out from under the untidy mess

of busted tires, partly tangled wreck of metal,

mangled parts of body, shattered glass and torn

leather amidst curly, dark smoke of the vehicle

going up in flames.

On approaching the mess reality hit him. The car he

was travelling in had collided with another car, a

four wheeler, both in flames, no survivors barring

himself.


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Then he spotted lying on the road a few yards away

from the other car was a woman in a white midi, he

couldn’t help noticing, the midi riding high up to

her waist exposing snow white, shapely thighs

peeping out from sexy thongs and a tight tank top;

gravely injured and gasping her last, struggling to

say something.

Trevor rushed to her as she motioned for him to

kneel besides her. In short rhythmic gasps she

blurted out softly but with authority. “Do not

interrupt me as I have plenty to say but not much

time to say it in. You are to be Zebel, “The Warrior

Lord” of the entire underworld – second in

command of Metnal (the ninth level of Mayan Hell,

the most sinister, ruled by Ah Puch, a demi lord of

death and a weak King of that place). Chosen by

Zachary…your master The “Just Punisher” CEO

of Metnal, who cajoled Apis the greater God of

Death. In most statues this Apis was pictured with

his head facing up toward the sun, and chest pushed

out. This pose was considered a very noble, royal

and strong stance. The way priests would be able to

recognize him, from other bulls, was from the

mystical marks he was given. On his forehead he

had a white triangle, on his back was a figure of a

vulture with outstretched wings, his right side had a

crescent moon, his tongue had the image of a

scarab, and finally, the hair on his tail were

unnaturally bushy, doubly magnified. He is usually

featured in this day and age as a black statue, with a

sun disk on his head. His horns curled around the

sun disk holding it in place. Apis was always

featured having a long fluffy tail, with extra detail


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