Warrior (eBook)
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336 Seiten
Safehouse Media (Verlag)
978-0-9880476-3-1 (ISBN)
336 Seiten
Safehouse Media (Verlag)
978-0-9880476-3-1 (ISBN)
For nearly two generations, the world has been free from war, from religion-and from freedom. A remnant of believers of the ancient god, Bära, has arisen. They have been awakened and are experiencing supernatural power never before seen. They are hunted, tortured, and killed-yet they grow stronger. One man has been chosen to lead them, whose passion is not for power. He must choose to follow his desire or to trust an unlikely path and become: the Warrior.
A third world war and massive environmental catastrophe have all but annihilated the planet. Major cities have been reestablished and are being rebuilt on each of the six continents and a universal government has formed in order to facilitate the rebuilding of the world, and mainly to protect society from experiencing another war in the future. This story takes place in the city of Alexandria, which is located in what used to be the Province of Ontario, Canada. Although organized religion has been outlawed in order to prevent another war, individuals across the earth are having encounters with the ancient God, Bra. During these encounters, the people's spirits are becoming "e;Awakened,"e; and supernatural powers are being manifested like never before. The story begins in the height of action as one of the main characters, Rayah, has just escaped incarceration by the Universal Government and is fleeing into the north country. Her goal is twofold: To avoid being caught, and to find her husband, Aiden, who has been captured and whose location and wellbeing are unknown.
A third world war and massive environmental catastrophe have all but annihilated the planet. Major cities have been reestablished and are being rebuilt on each of the six continents and a universal government has formed in order to facilitate the rebuilding of the world, and mainly to protect society from experiencing another war in the future. This story takes place in the city of Alexandria, which is located in what used to be the Province of Ontario, Canada. Although organized religion has been outlawed in order to prevent another war, individuals across the earth are having encounters with the ancient God, Bra. During these encounters, the people's spirits are becoming "e;Awakened,"e; and supernatural powers are being manifested like never before. The story begins in the height of action as one of the main characters, Rayah, has just escaped incarceration by the Universal Government and is fleeing into the north country. Her goal is twofold: To avoid being caught, and to find her husband, Aiden, who has been captured and whose location and wellbeing are unknown.
JUNE
RAYAH’S HEAD BOBBED SOFTLY AGAINST NESTOR’S thickly muscled forearm as he carried her quickly through the forest. She knew it was Nestor by his familiar scent, and because whoever carried her did so as though she were no heavier than a small child, although she was a woman grown. Only her giant spirit-brother could pull that off. Her left leg screamed at her with each thud of his enormous feet, especially when they found rock instead of the mossy soil that covered much of the forest floor. She realized her leg must be severely damaged.
As he broke into a clearing, she could see through her pain-induced, blurred vision that they ran along high cliffs next to the shore of the great lake. The slabs of rock here jutted up from the earth in massive chunks of limestone and shale, some of which were eighty and even a hundred feet above the crystal-clear water. The Creator had seen fit to paint the sky with unusually rich strokes this evening, and Rayah found herself blinking to try to soak it in. She had always loved the look of the sunset.
She closed her eyes to try to access her spirit vision and to master the pain that ravaged her consciousness, but she only fell back into the darkness. Hours later, she awoke by a small fire in the cleft of a massive cliff. It opened up to a clearing that stretched only a dozen feet in either direction before disappearing into thick wood on either side. To the front and about twenty feet ahead, the rock platform ended abruptly and met only sky. The firelight danced against the crevices and odd boulder, disappearing when it hit the empty air.
Rayah’s leg throbbed with a rhythm of its own as she tried to prop herself up to survey her surroundings. Her clothes were badly torn and barely covered her body. A plaid cotton shirt, which she presumed to belong to Nestor, was wrapped around her shoulders like a thin blanket. The left leg of her jeans had been torn off, and thick bandages had been wrapped tightly about her thigh. She was glad for the warmth of the fire.
Rayah slowed her breathing and tried again to focus with her spirit eyes. Her concentration was broken off when Nestor moved closer and brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead.
“Hey, sis,” Nestor said gently as he moved to pull her to his side. He rubbed her arm affectionately with the hand that had drawn her in and offered her water from a flask he held in his other hand. As she took it and tried to open her mouth to drink, a sharp pain shot from her lip and down her neck. She licked her lips gingerly and found they were cracked and swollen. She managed to take a few long draws from the flask despite the pain. Her throat was parched, but her stomach threatened to reject even the water.
“Take it easy, hun,” he whispered as he set the flask down and stared into the fire.
Nestor had always been a man of few words. He wasn’t a natural brother but he was a spiritual brother all the same. They shared the same father—Bära the Creator—and their kinship was as solid, if not more so, as any natural brother and sister could claim.
“Where did you find me?” she asked quietly, unsure of where they were or how safely they were hidden.
“The Teacher sent me to the mainland to find you. You were exactly where He said you’d be,” he answered, without moving his gaze from the orange and yellow dance of the flames.
After a moment, Rayah continued, “Which was where exactly?”
“They had you in a small caravan heading north to the Pits,” he answered, and squeezed her arm gently.
She knew what that meant. Some members of the captured Remnant were kept in the city jails, left with common criminals; others, if they promised to have relevant intelligence as to the location and undertakings of the rest of the brotherhood, were kept in solitary confinement, tortured, and questioned-sometimes for days or even months. If they didn’t break, and particularly if they were considered a threat to the carefully guarded society, they would disappear to the Pits. No one ever returned from the Pits.
The Remnant had led several expeditions to find these death chambers, which were rumored to be in the north, but so far they had been unsuccessful. Visions had shown them that dark magic was used to try to extract information there, and that it was where some of the high spirit lords of the dark realm held their seats.
But Eli, the Teacher, only said, “It isn’t time.”
And so they waited. And trusted.
Rayah closed her eyes and tried to remember the jails where she had been held captive. She could recall only fragments. She remembered being captured and thrown into an isolated cell. She remembered shivering in the corner for what seemed like days. Dunamis was with her, his massive wings pushing through the cold ceiling, even while he was seated by her side. The soft blue-white light that always emanated from his core had lit the cell like a jar of fireflies, but he had been silent except to say, “Believe, young one,” again and again.
Rayah’s fear had made it difficult to maintain awareness of the Arafel—dark spirits that moved through the walls and door. She could hear the odd scream echo through the dungeon, and often the sound of persistent shouting or the sound of metal hitting wood. Or perhaps it hadn’t been wood at all.
Then Rayah remembered Eli. He had been irresistible to her, ever since the first moment she had seen Him, years before, when He had enveloped her in His unearthly love and she had been lost there. When He walked into her cell and crouched before her, His dark eyes drew her into His eternal sea of calm. She remembered entering that water. Rayah came out of her body, only vaguely aware of being dragged from the cell and beaten.
Rayah had only glimpses of a giant interrogator threatening her and taking the iron rod to her thigh. She remembered seeing one of the Arafel coaxing him, suggesting methods for how to extract information. She remembered flashes of rope…menacing threats…metal. None of the methods had worked. “She is not here,” one of the other interrogators had said, exasperated. The giant had tried a few more tricks before finally conceding and leaving the chamber.
She couldn’t remember much else, until she’d woken up in Nestor’s arms.
“Where is Dunamis?” she asked, as she opened her eyes again and tried to sit up. Pain shot from her thigh down to her toes and she winced.
“He’s here, standing at the edge of the rock.” Nestor motioned with his chin toward the edge.
Nestor had the gift of Sight. From the moment his spirit had awakened, he could see with unmatched clarity the unseen realm around him. Nestor could see the guardian angels, whom they called Azar, and the resonant colours that surrounded the people of the Way. He could see Eli and speak to Him plainly. He could see the brilliant light of Bära when He would make Himself manifest to the people. And he could see Neshamah— the Nurturer—who was always present, encircling the survivors and moving hearts and life.
Nestor’s unearthly perception had made him a quiet, pensive man. Although Rayah suspected he had probably always been a thinker.
Rayah looked out toward the rock. The pain continued to keep her spirit eyes blurred but she could make out the silvery outline of her guardian, Dunamis.
Rayah had first met Dunamis when she had been awakened, only two years before. Before that, she had always known he was there, but she had never seen or spoken with him. Assigned to her by Bära when she was conceived, he had never left her side. He stood more than eight feet tall and had enormous wings that were normally folded behind him, the peaks reaching several feet above his shoulders. She loved his wings. They were translucent silver, almost jagged, and edged with something resembling soft bone or cartilage, and they glowed in a blue-silver sheen.
Dunamis served under Michael, the angel of war. At first, it had seemed strange to her that Dunamis was of the war guard, since Rayah’s gift had quickly shown itself to be the gift of Love.
Rayah had learned, though, that Love was the most powerful of all the gifts—more powerful than those of the Protectors, Seers, Flyers, Healers, Readers, or even the fabled Prophets. If any man or woman, boy or girl looked in Rayah’s eyes, if there was any measure of openness at all to the Creator, they would be overwhelmed by His Love. Rayah’s gift had the power to make them forget pain and forgive horrible wrong. It was an invitation—always an invitation—into the reality of His life and love.
Rayah had soon learned that some people, who had once been friends, would avoid her at all costs. It seemed Love would make them aware of their own inadequacy apart from Bära, forcing them into the uncomfortable position of having to make a choice. And people did not like to make that choice.
The Seers, like Nestor, could see translucent colours surrounding all living things. These colours would vary in their intensity and their fluidity. Nestor had described that the moving colours surrounding Rayah would often change. Sometimes they were fiery red, and sometimes a warm blue. Sometimes the blue itself would change to an icy blue that could reach its fingers into the very heart, shattering carefully constructed walls and illuminating forgotten...
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 20.11.2015 |
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| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Science Fiction |
| ISBN-10 | 0-9880476-3-2 / 0988047632 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-0-9880476-3-1 / 9780988047631 |
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