The Chronicles Of Nicholis - Book 1 - Legend

               LEGEND

A noble d citizen of The United States Of America named Nicholis sits on his porch at Twenty Eight Years old.He looks back on his struggles,in doing so,he discovers the truth behind them and realizes his domestic situation and how the people around him in his life had been his downfall toward success.Thus,is how come he ended up in jail and was threatened on several occasions to do what he was told or else he would be smitten of a higher technological source.Through this book he discovers that his getting through in his life beyond domestic measure is to endure them and rationally accept that his situation is his situation,thus brings him about writing books as a way to cope of his situation.

He endures alot of physical as well as mental challenges and refuses any part in malacious contracts and giving into to his domesticteers.And, in the end he becomes free of domestical abuse and ignites a heroic noble courage to still do good things and to live his life onwards to the fullest.This SyFi original,action pack drama thriller, is sure to leave you reading on until the end.

The Chronicles Of Nicholis - Book 1 - Prologue

                Prologue

                                                                

The sun was gathering,the wind had been chilly,the wildlife not what was coming back in the middle of the winter.It had all started long,long ago.Nicholis was a teenage boy entering a world of new possibilities,but was not without a purpose or a probable cause and he would experience just that  as the years have progressed.He had no recollection of what he was to go through at the time.It was his destiny to find a purpose in his life.The life he was given not a confusing twenty eight years,was the twenty eight years not the good grace of the heavens and the gods that made his footing on the porch ark of his new home he was currently living in a blessing to him and a clear one.Devoted,was his log that he had kept of his entire experience as a noble-d-citizen of The United States Of America,how are you?I am fine and thank you very much had responded back to him.How is it a noble can fall a victor today?He had carried his heart with all of his previously diseased brothers and he felt a bit of it too,red,tom,rick,micheal,the jacksons and the rest he read of them in his head,but was concerned someone was listening and was.

Difficult,it is the term he had used when deciphering to himself on how to put his whole life into perspectable words.He knew the ride on his peddle bike ,an unknown mountain climber with a brand he could not for the life of him remember what it was,was his ticket to getting around the town he had currently been living in,welcome to Effingshire and the sign had passed his black winter china coat he had prior purchased at an American owned thrift store called the Effingshire Thrift Shop.

Three stoplights had went by prior to a swift right hand turn and he was back home. There were all kinds of things for him to learn and his trips he had made back n forth to the local library were not his only learning experiences,but they helped him alot. His life was not an easy one nor is it for anyone these days. Life, is it not the same a day in and day out,in his,it was.Were anyone before him living a simular life in his shoes?Which there were and some had had it worse than he. Which is true, if you think about it. He wanted to cry. With an good self support system along with methods he had managed to continue throughout his day. Think of something besides sadness. Something besides a meaningful death. A minute had turned to five and eventually had became an hour. He had tried to not cry. Pull it together!

In a way, he like some others had a friend that wanted to help him out now and again.

He himself had a troubled and puzzling life whispering to a man that had walked by the porch on the sidewalk,alone,who had appealed nicely and fitted the surroundings decently well if not better than himself. He thought if he was not decent and normal and everyone else had appeared to be then how is it he could not be like everyone else? And,he thought properly. He knew his family would not want to pay for his life;s expenses,nor did he want them to,he wanted the responsibility and he wanted his own family,but who has Two Thousand Dollars in hard cash just sitting around these days to change there name with? A contract they wanted him to fill out saying someone else was his responsible, how dare such a thing ask that when he had been doing all in his own power to pay off his debts,still leaves no excuse for torture or a domestic approach against him,he thought so and others too as well.

But,why is it an attacker does not get punished when a victor is made to look like the attacker toward the attacker?Because nine times out of ten the victor ends up fighting back,not willingly,but is forced into a corner with not much of a choice,in fear of his,there,and others safety. This subject to most sychologists is a touchy situation and he knows it,though still does not solve all of the thirty year old murder mysteries of victor;s who were killed because they had alot of money,in other words broke or not anyone can victor or fall victor of any situation. Victors fall in his catagory according to his calculations the four out of five Americans that are deciphered imperfect and need assistance by the food and drug administration,as said a touchy subject.The courthouse was a nightmere when he had gotten arrested,yet he was called names and then some for his noble crimes he had committed.

Nobody on the outside had the money to post his bale,but apparently he was aware of that with his god given rightful, a one phone call.What could he have done so wrong to get locked up?What?It was unfortunate that he could not just simply ask a lawyer that question,but still had someone who there job is  to represent him.That day.

Focus as you should,he could not keep his thoughts on his own rights.Mind the questions,the defence rests and it is him with the ninety day sentence.He knew it would be just after his ninety days that his history would repeat itself and sure enough it did,again and again,no prison.Toward the end he was let go and given a little taste of freedom. As if freedom was torture,but was not the case,was much more than that,it was like kicking him in the buttox. He had fantasized a whole lot of scenerios one including America and the Mexican Cartels, he learned through his years that they are the biggest threat to the United States Government,with this known what if they had defeated the government and the blind fold was the war on terror,proven statistics of politicians having involvement with street gang members,band players and bikers fleeing into Africa all over the world news,bombings in random areas no where near the war zone, broadcasting of a new kingdom instead of the old,hiim figuring in his head seperating the castings over and over again,ending up with the same two thousand and four conclusion where he was laying in his bed in his room current 2015,but was not everything he figured niether,was just the beginning. He had been doing his own , running a business and blogging to his fan circles reguardless there thoughts were important to him as well as to others.News,as boring as it seems to most,it had an astonishing way of getting Americans aware of what is going on around them,telling simular stories for years and is what steers the people away from it,on the contrary it should be kept an eye on,not just to watch,but to keep aware that some news is important.This is true,do not think it is not.How is it Nicholis had managed to make it this far in life? His always doing the noble thing and paying attention to the news had helped him along,yet his business and knowing some loops in the system,today called capitalism,he had kept himself alive,but was not a know it all either. Sometimes,he would find himself falling for love and family which is not what it used to be years ago,which is also true,the truth being told. Nicholis had went through his whole life of being lied to by his mother,being trapped in domestic situations while his father and brother as well as sister had called the law on him over and over again,had went to hospitals signing him up for electroshock treatments using his name and information without his knowing of it, had tricked him into contracts that would hurt him more than doing him any good,yet it was a good thing he had found a friend that had got him away from all of that,eddy was his name, a better situation than being killed for not having the money to pay for some old medical bills and some cell phone plans they had felt responsible for.Other than all of that life was going ok for Nicholis.

The Chronicles Of Nicholis - Book 1 - Chapter 1

                                                             Chapter 1

                                                   Nicholis On Probation

It is six o ' clock in the afternoon. The town of Effingshires wheather alarm had been blaring rampid and he had no cable or a tv to watch to see what the emergency was,but he had kept an eye out the front door in case it was a tornado,though he seen nothing,just cars zooming by in both directions.

It was a new house,Eddy's house.The other house on Henry Ave was a domestic death warrant,it had forced him to move out and he was glad that he did,much so. Nicholis, sitting in the living room on Eddy;s old couch had been bored,Eddy had went with his nephew and his son to the farm where he had been working,had been gone for four hours,Nicholis had still waited for them to get back home. He had looked at the time calculating it down to one minute after seven. Only him and the hall light,the heater kicking on and off,the winter still around in the beginning of Febuary and had been warming gradually each day. This is going to be a-while,Nicholis thought, he was concerned a bit if they had not of broken down somewhere,he had worried they would be home late.

He stood up puzzling about his grade school and how they were so big on concerts and christmas songs and what there true meaning of obsession was, it did not help the fact that his school had talked about the city alot,specifically the southern area's, unfortunately Rudolph the red nosed rain deer always being the role he had played every christmas then, it had fitted the puzzle nicely, only his latter year girlfriend was nine years old and you get the picture,but he loved her and his love was not enough. The train had came through Effingshire just after his thought had subsided,it had blown its horn so the whole town could here,yet was clearly a carrier train and not a passanger's one, carriers do make less noise and they are smaller which require less attention to traffic stops.

A long nights sleep Nicholis had had,the next morning had begun at four in the morning,had been woken up to his friend eddy yelling at his kid Jeremy to get up for school,but was not long and they were in the car and gone,yet Nicholis had re-slept in until nine and charged his nextel phone and went to the library afterwards. The local library in Effingshire is a half of a mile of a walk,had been located down town near the courthouse and jail,was due north east and a cold walk for him,had been twenty seven degrees out. Nicholis at the library had logged in to his google account,had clicked on his blogging profile and begun writing into it in his book he was working on.

                                                       The Book Had Read

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And,he had began adding to it. By twelve noon he was back home,had Eddy been home from work,had he not of asked Nicholis to go with him to help his buddy and cut down a tree,which he did. At one in the afternoon Nicholis had hauled pre- cut down tree logs to a pre-laid log pile in Eddy's other friends Josh's back yard about a hundred and fifty feet from his back door alongside a green chicken coop,had no chickens in it, when, about two in the afternoon were him and Eddy not of on the way home from that town Tipolche and were picking his son up from his elementary school. Nicholis had seen his nephew Joey and his niece Serina,they had recieved a ride too,had been in Eddys Jeep Wrangler,had there house only of been three blocks away,they arrived. There,did Nicholis not say his goodbye's,yet knowing he had seen them daily,had been at the same time exactly three pm,but not in saturday's or sunday's unless they had stayed the night at Eddys. Nicholis,though had of woken to another day in Effingshire, had had a cold,had recieve the night sweats fallowing the chills,took his medicine this morning. As for his thinking he had discovered his family when he was a little boy had worked for the FBI and were agents,well, his supposed step dad Thom was anyhow,had left Nicholis behind at the age of nine. They had left everything, had bought bran new,was because of an undercover investigation gone wrong and was not his fault. His family replaced now look to be his family,but, only he knows there not. Alot of deaths had happened,not all were completely real and were faked. Almost like a secret life and was kept hidden from the public eye. He had an illness and was due to stress. It was just that for Nicholis, was not nothing more, was he not thankful for still being alive.

The Chronicles Of Nicholis - Book 1 - Chapter 2

                                                                     Chapter 2

                                                       The Truth Behind The Blind

There was a smell in the air that Nicholis was breathing in, had been waiting for his appointment with his probation officer Drenn Dabardo, had knew what was going on in Tipolcheh. He had knowledge that there was a team being ran,had a local producer of been hired and was making a sixty thousand dollar a year salary, had something of been odd about the jails automated phone systems and the candy bars they had been selling, were prosecutions not what had came in once a year with murder as the accuasation,yet was not everything Nicholis had knew either. Nicholis, further in thought had remembered when he was nineteen years old, he had of been homeless in Rockmort,had been the city he was walking around in,when,he had seen a jewelry store on its west side get robbed for a rarity item,was a queens golden heirloom necklace of Engram. And, while he was in jail prior had overheard rumors about it,had heard jail mates say it was the west side state streets jewelry stores main display item worth three point five million in United States Dollars, was a Euro currency of fifty times that to the right buyer and was it not a couple of years later when he had discovered the local area crime unit had only caught one of the suspects involved in the robbery. The other supposed suspect had left the country,rumored too. An a-simular suspect years later had returned to the country continuing his education as a lawyer and then started his own political party to run as the local states attorney, was later after, he ran president and had managed to win in the election. This day was spent riding around in his buddy's Eddy's jeep grand La Cherry, had went to Malmart and every where else,even had picked Jeremy up, was at his friends in Effingshire. The couch had a familiar place at the end of the afternoon,had heard gun shots from the house while on the porch smoking the end of his bag of  roll- able;s, the time was seven o clock PM. Jeremy had recieved new cloths along with an A-Box video game, Eddy was at his girls house and the time was getting late,was now seven thirty PM and about time for Nicholis to go to bed.

The Chronicles Of Nicholis - Book 1 - Chapter 3

                                                       Chapter 3

                                              The Urine Test Date

The previous night was left to dreaming about an old news casting, was an owner of a Malmart named Dormaran Oglara and his daughter Migalra Oglara with his wife Effle Oglara who had really expensive toys and were rich,had used them on people,had hurt people,was awake just after his dream and heard of a job he could have at a local dairy farm milking cows,yet was a couple days from him,was good money,he had heard from Eddy. The job had ended up to be a no go and Nicholis had feared for his life of the two and a half ton beasts. He had looked back alot, had remembered a story he had heard of a famous basketball player named Mitchel Jotten,he was a kid and had played basketball at night in the town he had been living in named Gibnal City, had he sat on a curb while ambulances had picked him up. It was in his college years he was playing basketball when he had made the winning championship shot in his hometown South Calbra, was he famous for sniping doc drones and having some drinks to be poor-ed out for others that were like him who had never of made it where he is, who had died or had had there rims took by drugs. Mitchel, now in his late four-ties early fifty's is well known as the best basketball player ever and Nicholis's sister Cathy used to deliver pizza's to his mothers house. The time frame had grown since then and the war in Fraq is getting bigger,was it several soldiers who had died in the line of duty and Nicholis was fortunate he was not pee tested by his probation officer,though,he had passed on several other occasions already. The night had a silence to it as Nicholis once again had of found himself on Eddy;s old couch, was it cloudy out too, was very uncomfortable. The rest he knew would be up to what tommaro had to bring to him.