Ghost Monkey
The Scrolls of Chaos and Order
Book Three
Paul Davis
Copyright © 2020 by Crazy Ink
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Prologue | The Story of Unintended Thoughts and Prideful Plans
Chapter One | The Monkey and the War Council
Chapter Two | The Story of the Venomoid Wars and Puncture Day
Chapter Four | Tale of the Children of the Barren Otter
Chapter Five | Tale of the Elephant Bandit King
Chapter Six | The Seers Seen
Chapter Seven | The Story of Puncture Day
Chapter Eight | The Orrery and Wood Chakram
Chapter Nine | The Monkey and the Priestess
Chapter Ten | Ganaptu, the Spirit of Fish
Chapter Eleven | The Monkey and the Pits
Chapter Twelve | The Little Man from the South
Chapter Thirteen | The Exiled Ghost Monkey
Chapter Fourteen | The Scorned Ghost Monkey
Chapter Fifteen | A Prophet and Monkey
Chapter Sixteen | Demon of Three Tasks
Chapter Seventeen | The Warriors of the Empire
Chapter Eighteen | The False God
Chapter Nineteen | Three Men and a Campfire
Chapter Twenty | Fire Snatches the Monkey's Tail
Chapter Twenty-One | The Sun Rise Army
Chapter Twenty-Two | The Story of Corruption and Jaya
Chapter Twenty-Three | Yosheket: The City of Three Nations
About the Author
Dedication
To all of those with a voice inside of them. Keep fighting.
PrologueThe Story of Unintended Thoughts and Prideful Plans
A Millennium Ago, During the Age of Ascension
Ravasha tapped a man's forehead, and the man woke from his thoughtless labor. His black and white form took on the color of a man, in contrast to the monochromatic fields the chattel worked. The man's response, as was the response of all chattel in the Realm of Unintended Thoughts, was to scream at the looming demon.
Ravasha stood a little over six feet tall, exposed muscles glistening red. His head was a skull, aside from the tendons pulling on the jaw bone. He had four arms, two on each side, and each held a sickle. It was no wonder every man awoken from his trance was horrified, but Ravasha had no time to ease the mortal into alertness.
To add to the terrifying demeanor, the demon's voice boomed as if the mountains backed his authority. "Help me and I will free you. Dragba has held you slave too long. Your children and grandchildren are all dead from old age, and your family name only remains if the chaos of this world allows it. But if you join me, you will have revenge on your captor. After that, serve me or return to your empty home, it does not matter to me as long as my father dies today."
Just like every thrall and chattel snapped out of thoughtless duty to Dragba, the man took a weapon handed to him and agreed. Some thought played out behind the man's eyelids, whether it was a loved one or glory he held outside the demon realm. It meant the man would try to find normalcy when he would only find emptiness. That was not Ravasha's concern.
Men and demons crashed against the mud walls of Dragba's city, and the mud gave way as if against a great monsoon. Thralls, doing their mindless duty of defending the city, were gutted. Black sprayed the wood planks which made up the roads. The doors to Dragba's castle were made from jackfruit trees, making them durable. The image of Dragba watching over his mindless subjects was etched in. Ravasha took a stone and struck the doors once, forcing them to shatter. Large planks splintered with the force and impaled three of Ravasha's brothers who waited inside.
"Father, I am here to kill you and my brothers, until your realm is a pool of blood. These thralls and chattel, once stripped by you of free will, are here to repay you."
Dragba stood and was several heads taller than Ravasha. Dragba's face was a wood mask marred purple, with ivory teeth and painted eyes. The flesh conjured onto his bones was also purple. His two arms multiplied into six and each took a weapon from a nearby stand. The monstrosity howled, the wood mouth creaking as it moved. "My sons will kill you, and if you are fortunate enough to kill them, I will slaughter you, cut up your pieces, and feed them to those who followed you. Then I will find a woman among them, and she will give birth to my new brood. Come, son, challenge your father. I long to sacrifice your entrails to the Thousand Hells."
The youngest brothers stepped aside, trembling so much that they dropped their weapons. The elder sons, Priva, Mada, and Evyak, stood in Ravasha's way, and the three brothers moved to him. However, several demonic generals now followed Ravasha. They advanced on Mada and Evyak, while Priva charged at Ravasha. The elder brother swung a mace wildly. Bones jutted out of the steel, cutting into Ravasha's face. Underhanded, Priva attempted to stab his brother with a poison-laced blade. Ravasha, though, fought his brother many times for practice. He dodged deftly to the side, bit the arm, then ripped it from the joint. While Priva howled, Ravasha took the blade and thrust it in Priva's remaining arm.
"I will let the poison take you. It is what you deserve." Then Priva's body turned black and shriveled, while he screamed. The crack of bones finally overcame the screams as the poison forced Priva's skin to shrink. Then the brother was dead, as the generals finished with Mada and Evyak.
The fourth brother, Chivyaka, stepped forward and said, "I will side with you and slaughter the rest of our brothers. I only
