The Wind and Fire is the first book released in the series and tells the story of two Fourborn Guardians, Kofi and Lela and how the prophecy of the waning moon gives them both direction in a world without freedom.
Kofi Magoro is an unlikely hero:
Second son to Gamba and Sade Magoro, Kofi has been called many things. The village boy, the over protective brother, the rebellious son, the hesitant warrior but nothing has suited him more than being the unlikely hero of his own making.
Brother to Ayo, Xola and Jomo, Kofi inherited his need for adventure from no one in his family. This doesn't stop him from pursuing his dreams, even though he has to work through his uncertainty and the lack of direction that frustrates him.
The open, jovial face in the crowd, Kofi makes friends easily and family takes on an important role in his life. An intelligent spiritualist he has strong ties to his homeland of Zjarri and to it's people and will stop at nothing to keep these ideals safe.
The sacred Fire of Zjarr is everything to Kofi. When he finds himself away from his element, Kofi armed with only his belief and inner strength is forced to kindle the Fire that lives within him on his own even if it means insurgency.
A practicing archer and amateur fire lighter, Kofi likes to start his days off early, rising in time to bask in the sun and all her wonders. He is a keen hunter, an elephant fruit addict and makes the ideal companion if you want to stick around for just one more cup of kava.
As his story grows, Kofi assumes the role of leader of the Fourborn Guardians. Armed with a fierce determination and the Fire that burns inside of him, he will always find a way to continue to fight for what is right.
Lela Iboro Asar is an outcast princess:
The creation of a frowned upon love between Hakim Asar and Thema Kibibi Iboro, Lela was born a despised, motherless child. An only child she grew up with the elements of two very different worlds raging on inside of her.
Roaming the red dunes, Lela is taken in by the outcasts of Brissan society, but this doesn't stop her from fighting the link she has with the Wind. Outspoken, hot headed yet sensitive Lela stands against her father's people while her desperate need for acceptance drives her closer and closer towards Zjarr and the Fire.
In her mind being accepted by her mother's people means that she needs to abandon the Wind completely. Lela soon learns that this is not the case when Wind briefly dominates the Fire. Instead she learns that both elements have to live together in order for her to grow.
Witty, kind hearted and determined, Lela loathes camels and early mornings. A girl of impeccable night vision, unruly hair and a peculiar fashion sense using Brissan colourless glass and crystal bracelets - she is at her happiest next to a roaring camp fire out in the open plains of Zjarri, a cup of kava in hand while she shares stories and honey cakes.
Megan Futcher's Mini-Bio:
People and cultures have always fascinated me and I enjoy thumbing through heavy books on anthropology and archaeology. My novels and novellas dive into an unknown world before recorded history and I love asking the 'what if' question while I share online and write the 4 born, a fantasy spin on human evolution and freedom exploring strength and beauty of multiculturalism.
Wind and Fire Synopsis:
In a world where the four elements rule as gods, the Gaias of Wind, Fire, Water and Earth determine the existence and fate of every man and women. Threatening this seemingly perfect world is the Fourborn – a yet to be identified baby born of all four races and the only one who has the power to set mankind free from it's elemental shackles.
Divinely chosen in the pending chaos is a guardian from each race. With the words of an ancient prophesy as their only guide, they must find and protect the Four born at all costs or risk losing everything they hold dear.
Breaking my promise to Ayo was the furthest thing from my mind.
I would never even dream of doing something like that to my brother.
I would leave this place to start my search for something that was worth fighting for.
But fulfilling the promise I had made was going to have to be put on hold for a while.
I was interested, in fact, intensely curious about the girl I had just met.
She was named after the darkness the night brings with it but she was far more unusual, wonderful and mysterious than the night.
She was an unexpected beauty who displayed her emotions raw and bare for everyone to see.
I couldn’t shake the thought of her from my mind no matter how hard I tried and I needed to find out more about her.Leaving Lela alone under the marula trees without even a backward glance I disappeared into the tall grass.
I remained close by, however to keep an eye on her while blending into my surroundings.
I looked on as she looked towards the Moto Mountain with a mix of anticipation, fear and determination on her face.
She had a plan and even though I had only spoken to her briefly, I knew she would fight until the end to obtain what she wanted.
What she was after though, I had no idea.
She had said she needed to reach Joro.
But why? What lay in the land of the Earth People that she was so set on? What was she hiding?I quietly continued to watch as Lela finally set out with her camel in tow.
I shook my head, wondering why she didn’t ride on the animal, it had a comfortable looking saddle and everything.
Deciding to ask her the next time we spoke, I slowly made my way alongside while trying to make my movements as soundless as possible.
I was here to observe and I wouldn’t make my presence known unless Lela was in danger.
She had been firm about wanting to do this on her own, but there was no way of telling how the animals of Zjarri would react to someone who belonged yet didn’t belong.
Observing her earlier, it was plain see that she had the Wind in her.
It was her long, slender nose, her high cheek bones, her intense green eyes and the manicured eyebrows that rested above them that gave the Brissan in her away.
The Fire in her ran alongside to the Wind but it was louder, prouder and bold.
She was almost as tall as I was and displayed a long elegant neck, just like all the girls I knew.
Her face was round and smooth, completely free of any sharp or angular juts.
Full, sizable lips that made me shiver with pleasure when they curved into a sensual line enhanced her face when she smiled or laughed.
I shook my head again trying to focus on the task at hand when I thought back to our conversation and had to stop myself from laughing out loud when I remembered that Lela even clicked her tongue in frustration just like my sister Xola used to do.It was the striking contrast of Zjarrian and Brissan clashing together that made her even more exotic and stunning in my eyes.
Lela’s skin, for instance, was much lighter than my own, the colour of kava with a drop or two of cow’s milk mixed with it.
I smiled, thinking about her wild hair which was curly, wiry and utterly untamed and the way that her lean figure competed with her full breasts and rounded hips - features that were so predominate among Zjarrian women.The combination of clothing that she chose to wear didn’t seem to lean towards Zjarrian or Brissan and the way her hand gestures and laugh were animated yet restrained, suggested a girl at war with herself.
From our brief encounter, I learnt that this inner conflict could flair up just as quickly as it could vanish but that it would always be there.
This, however, didn’t worry me as I found this particular quality about Lela to be the most attractive thing about her.
Changing my direction and walking downwind from Lela and her camel, I thought back to our meeting again.
The Brissans never ventured further than the dunes for obvious reasons and now I found myself running into one.
What were the chances of that happening? I had a strange feeling that Zjarr had something to do with it.
She had, for some reason, made sure that our paths would cross, why else would I have stumbled across someone who was so out of place?Lela was a girl with a plan, as I have mentioned before.
I respected her for this but no matter how brave a face she put on, she was confused and vulnerable in Zjarri.
Furthermore deep down in my heart, I knew that my purpose was to protect her.
Trying not to think about her, I dug into my hide bag for an elephant fruit.
I took a juicy bite and spat the pip out.
Savouring the sweetness, I looked up to see a herd of zebra together with a herd of wildebeest grazing on the grass of the open plain just in front of the three of us.
I had to control the panic that was rising in my chest, Lela and her camel were getting uncomfortably close to these animals.
She was walking upwind from the zebras and wildebeest which was dangerous in itself.
To make matters worse, it was nearing midday, the time of day when this massive herds ran down to the river in a single-minded search for it’s cool water and abundant shade.
I watched closely for the time being as the animals continued to graze, oblivious to Lela and her camel who were slowly walking past.
These two species may share a symbiotic relationship with each other but were well known for their skittish natures and adding two foreign entities to the situation wouldn’t help.
I blamed myself for not warning Lela of the potential danger she could quickly find herself in out here in the plains.
I just wished she’d get onto that camel as it had a far better chance of out-running a stampede than she did.I increased my pace but kept my distance, keeping my eyes locked on the zebras and wildebeest.
A slight change in their reactions and I’d have to make a move and quickly.
These animals wouldn’t stop for anything once they started stampeding.
The situation seemed to be under control and Lela was making progress past the pending danger even though it was painstakingly slow.
Without warning the wind changed direction and my stomach sank as I realized that the animals had noticed it too.
They lifted their heads and tweaked their ears at the foreign smells and sounds that were Lela and her camel.
Suddenly, they became restless and started to stir and, just as quickly they began to run.
Making my move I sprinted towards Lela, screaming.
“Run! Run! Leave the camel and run!”Lela turned, startled by my voice.
Waving my hands wildly at the impending danger, she whipped around, finally noticing the stampede that was moving rapidly towards her.Reaching her in an instant I tried to ignore the look of sheer terror on her face, as I grabbed her hand and dragged her towards a sturdy looking acacia tree.
Babu had once told me that the only animals that would dare go near these trees and their deadly white thorns were giraffes.
I hoped he was right.At this stage the ground was shaking beneath my feet and I had flashbacks of the horror that I had witnessed during the war.
I pushed the ugly, painful memories aside.
They would always haunt me, but there were more important things that needed my attention right now.
I needed to get us safely up the tree.
“Lela, I know you’re scared,” I screamed over the noise of heavy hooves hitting the ground, “but you need to get up as high as you can into this tree.”Looking back at the oncoming danger, she hesitated for only a moment before she found her footing on a v-shaped branch and scrambled up the thorny tree.
Time rolled by quickly as the stampeding zebras and wildebeest ran towards me.
It was time to move! I pulled myself up just as a wildebeest with it’s curly horns charged straight into the trunk of the tree.
The beast bounced back, recovering in an instant and continued running with the rest of the herd, as if nothing had happened.
Lela was hugging one of the thickest branches, the dust swirling all around us.
Her eyes were closed and her lips were moving as she mumbled something under her breath.
She was shaking from head to toe but the grip she had on the tree was firm and she would be fine as long as she could hold on.
My heart was thumping in my chest and my body was dripping with sweat but I managed to let out a slow breath of relief.
Looking down I saw that the zebras and the wildebeest, were, indeed running clear of the tree and it’s thorns.
Thank you Baba! That had been close, far too close for my liking.
This would be the third time that I had dodged death.
It was there as I hung onto a acacia tree that I truly began to believe Pilli’s words.
I was here and still alive for a definite purpose.
I looked towards the Moto Mountain with a silent thanks then closed my eyes to wait for the stampede to pass.The dust settled shortly after the herds had moved on.
There were a few stragglers that were left behind in the chaos but I reasoned that it would now be safe to climb down.
I jumped down landing, with bent legs on the hard earth, barely missing the cluster of white thorns that had gathered around the trunk.
Lela was still closely wrapped around the trunk but she locked tightly onto my outstretched hand.
Still holding on, she slowly peeled herself away from the bark and stumbled into my arms.
Her legs were weak and she was still trembling so I picked her up in my arms and walked across the plain towards a marula tree a little way off.
Not only was this tree free of thorns but it’s leaves had cast a dense shade under it’s wide extended branches, a good place to wait out the hot afternoon sun.
The river was also a short walk from there, proving that this spot was the ideal place to set up camp for the night.
I placed Lela down on the ground against the tree-trunk.
She was looking a little calmer and the colour was slowly returning to her cheeks.
She looked past me to where she had almost lost her life and shuddered at the thought of it.
I handed her my drinking horn and dug in my bag for an elephant fruit.
The sugar would surely bring her back to life.
The sweet fruit had it’s desired effect and soon a look of relief crossed Lela’s face.
Knowing that she would be all right I set out in search of some food, water and firewood.
Returning a short while later I was glad to find Lela up and about.
She was standing with her back to me, hands on her hips looking out over the plain towards the west and the setting sun.
The sun was still hot but lazy as it sank down towards the horizon, throwing deep crimson and bright burnt-orange hues over the land.
Joining Lela, I breathed deeply as a cool breeze moved around us.
She looked over her shoulder, feeling my presence behind her.
Lela’s face was calm and the terror that had covered it earlier had disappeared.
She smiled then looked back out over Zjarri again.
“I could continue to thank you for a lifetime, but it would never be anywhere near enough for the thanks you deserve.
I’m still standing here now because of you.
Thank you for saving me, Kofi.” I looked into her green eyes, eyes that somehow managed to look past my flesh and blood and into my soul.
“We both made mistakes out here today.
But please accept my promise that nothing like this will ever happen again.” She didn’t respond but, instead, reached down for my hand, lacing her fingers through mine.
I knew then that she had accepted my protection.
We would travel to Joro and beyond together, if Zjarr allowed it.