Angel’s Blade: Power
By Destiny Hawkins
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Copyright © 2015 Destiny Hawkins
Table of contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3: War-part 1
Chapter 4: War- part 2
Chapter 5: Shalina-Part One
Chapter 6: The Sector-part 1
Chapter 8: Shalina-Part 2
Chapter 9: Mooralshia-Part 1
Chapter 10: Mooralshia-Part 2
Chapter 11: Shalina- Part 3
Chapter 12: Mooralshia- part 3
Chapter 13: Mooralshia- Part 4
Chapter 14: Verenda
Chapter 15: Shalina-Part 4
Chapter 16: Mooralshia-Part 5
Chapter 17: Angel’s Blade
Chapter 18: Shalina-Part 5
Chapter 19: Reborn
Acknowledgements!
This book is dedicated to everyone that has supported me and my writing!
I would first like to thank my editor, Erin Clements, and one of my great illustrators, Naphamas Chiangthong. They both did a great job at helping me piece this book together! Many thanks to Yolanda Olson for her great advice! I would still be lost if it weren’t for her and her helpful answers to my ton of questions. I would like to thank my parents for supporting my writing the whole way, and also my significant other, Devonte Smith, for pushing me to do better and to shoot higher. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without all of you and your support. THANK YOU!!
Angels Blade
Power
A moment in time....
The sound of heavy rain pouring down played loudly in his ears as he took a deep breath and moved his long white hair out of his face. Thirty years of peace had left Sheldon rusty during battle, and he was no longer the young twenty year old warrior that he once was.
Sheldon impaled the dirt with his sword and used the handle to hold himself up as he continued to catch his breath.
“You’re getting slow, old man,” the young dark haired man said, standing only a couple of feet across from him.
Sheldon looked up at the twenty-four year old King that he had once called father. “Yeah, well, I’m just warming up, Darrengiy.”
Lightning lit up the gray sky, flashing Sheldon’s intimidating hazel-gray eyes, then the wind picked up, blowing long strands of his white hair back into his face. He looked down at the blade of his sword, and smiled at the pulsating light that shined right in the middle of it. “Don’t worry about me. I can handle him.”
Sheldon stood upright, revealing his large muscular chest and eight-pack stomach. Even though thirty years had passed since his last battle, he still managed to stay in great shape, but the decline in his fighting skill is what held him back from defeating the young lord.
Darrengiy frowned at the old man’s confidence and raised his sword. “Once I take the sword, you’ll have nothing left, you filthy half-blood.”
Sheldon smiled, then began to laugh. “Even if you could take the sword, she would never obey you,” he continued to laugh.
Darrengiy growled angrily, then burst into a sprint towards his formal son. Sheldon gripped his sword with both hands and took one last deep breath, preparing himself for their swords to clash once again...
Chapter 1
Year: 6009
Machintile
Tren and his friend Ara were playing video games on Tren’s dad’s big screen television set while his father was gone at work, allowing him to spend some quality time with his elementary school crush… Ara.
Tren was a short eight year old with black shortcut hair, tanned skin, and green eyes. Ara’s features resembled his, only she didn’t have his outside tan-colored skin. A lot of the citizens living in Machintile were born with the same characteristics. They either had pale skin with green eyes, or dark brown skin with yellow eyes.
Tren gripped his controller tightly and quickly pressed at the buttons, eager to beat Ara. “You’ll never beat me. I’m the greatest player in all of Vernasia!”
“Really?” Ara tapped on the controller a few times, then sat it down on the carpet. “Then how did I just win?”
“What?!” Tren raised his arms in frustrated confusion.
Ara laughed, “You should pay more attention to the game, rather than bragging.”
Tren blushed, then jumped from the loud banging on the window.
Ara jumped to her feet to go and talk to her friends, who impatiently waited outside for Ara to join them, and Tren followed.
“Ara! The girls gun training is about to start! We’re late!” one girl yelled. “We’ll meet you there!” The three girls ran off.
“Oh my-” Ara looked at the time on her digital watch. “Crap! I gotta go!”
“Ok, well-”
“See you after class!” Ara already had her bag and was out the front door.
Tren watched as she sprinted down the street through his window, then went to turn off his game. After that, he locked the doors and shut his blinds, getting ready to do a little training of his own.
The young boy went into his father’s room and found two silver pistols in a shoe box under the bed. He was amazed at how light the brand new guns were, and was even more amazed at the sharpness of the bullets. While loading the gun he accidentally pricked himself at the tip and spotted blood, “sharp,” he said before sucking his finger.
After the guns were loaded, Tren turned around and spotted his father standing in the doorway. He stared at his father with his mouth dropped open, and hoped that he wouldn’t hear a mouthful.
“What are you doing with my guns, Trenza?” His father asked.
Tren looked down at the gun in his right hand, “there’s- there’s a war going on, and I’m the only one not training to be a soldier. I was going to train too,” he looked back up at his father, who was still wearing his uniform, “I want to be a soldier, sir.”
Tren’s father sighed, “I remember telling your mother that you’d be telling me this one day,” he shook his head, “I was going to give you those pistols on your birthday. Ah, hell, you can have ‘em now,” he motioned for Tren to follow him out the room, “Come on, let me show you how to use those babies.”
Tren nodded, then followed behind his father.
Firow
Marian was playing football on a large open field, across the street from his house, with his friends Jacob, Derrik, Tison, and Eric.
At the age of only seven, he had dark brown skin, with black hair that started to form red streaks, and fire colored eyes. The red streaks in his military haircut signified his age, strength, and sometimes both. In his case it was both, because, although young, his strength matched the older boys around him.
The game they were playing is called Firow Football. It has all the same rules as a regular football game, only the border of the field and the yard lines were high in flames.
“Pass the ball back!” Marian yelled.
Jacob tossed the ball back to Marian, who burst into a sprint after he caught the ball. He passed up two of his friends, then handed the ball to Tison at the fifty yard line.
Tison started to run, but then fumbled the ball.
“Aw man!” Marian yelled.
“Keep it going!” Jacob yelled.
Marian ran and scooped up th
e ball, then he sprinted for touchdown.
“Go Marian!” Jacob yelled.
Marian made a touchdown and dropped the ball, “Touchdown!” the flames around the field went down, and they could finally see the outside world.
“Marian!” Someone called, “Over here!” Everyone looked towards the end of the field and spotted his older brother standing in his military suit.
“Bro!” Marian ran to his brother and gave him a tight hug.
“Come on, let’s go in the house,” Bro said.
“See you guys later,” Marian waved to his friends, and they waved back.
When Marian and his brother stepped into the house, an awkward tension fell over him. His parents weren’t making it any better by sitting on the couch with a serious expression on both their faces.
“Hey, mom, dad,” Marian said. He looked up at his brother who also had a serious look in his eye, “what’s wrong?”
“Sit down, Marian,” Bro said.
Marian went to sit down in between his parents. Even though he was young, he knew when bad news was coming his way, “What is it?” Marian asked.
Bro rubbed the back of his head, “you have to go away for a while.”
“To where!” Marian jumped to his feet, “I can’t leave home!”
“You have to go to training,” Bro said, “It’s about time you go to school and learn what you can, because if the war ever comes here, they are going to need your help.”
Marian looked back at his parents, taking note that they were too old to fight in a war, “well, how long?”
“You’re not supposed to finish school until your eighteen, but you may finish earlier because of how fast things are moving.”
Marian took a deep breath, but couldn’t keep the tears from coming, “I don’t wanna leave!”
Marian’s mother pulled him close to her, “you have to baby. It’s the law.”
Marian ripped away from his mother, “I’m not going!” he thrust his hand towards his brother and shot fire from his hand, but Bro just blocked it, making it break apart in the air. Marian watched as his fire burned out before it even hit the floor.
“We have to go, Marian.”
Varenwhile
Zyas was outside carving new arrows for his bow. He looked back at his house made of logs, and figured that he would have to chop some wood for the fire tonight. Since his family lived so far away from other villages, he couldn’t go buy wood like people usually do. He had to do most of the hunting, wood carving, and wood chopping because he was more able bodied than his father.
Zyas was a skinny eight year old boy with light skin and long black hair that sat on his shoulders. Varenwhile citizens had a variety of different characteristics. A child that would come from two darker parents could turn out to be very light, and with a completely different eye color from the both of them. Zyas and his sister came out almost looking like twins, with both of their parents being three shades darker than them.
“Hey, little man!” his sister walked up from behind.
“Do not talk to me, Zaray,” Zyas continued on carving out his arrow.
“Don’t be mad, you only have but two hundred more to make,” she laughed.
“Two hundred is too much!”
“Then maybe you should not argue with mother and father.”
“But I want to train, and they will not let me. This is the biggest war in history, and I’m the only one that can’t do anything. How am I supposed to defend myself?”
Zaray sighed, “They just want you to be safe. Our parents don’t want us in a war. I mean, are you really willing to die for this world?”
“Yes, this is my home.”
“At eight?”
“Yes! Besides, the war isn’t even going to come here for another couple of years, so it would not even happen right now. I should be training. Everyone else probably is, and I cannot, because of my stupid parents.”
“Well then, I guess our stupid parents shouldn’t have sent me out here to teach you how to use a bow.”
“Wha-”
Zaray stood up and walked away, leaving Zyas to finish carving out two hundred arrows alone. When he finished, he went to drink some water at the lake.
“Have you finished carving?” Zaray asked.
“Yes-” An arrow whistled past his ear and hit a bird that was flying over the lake.
Zyas turned around and faced Zaray, who was holding a bow and a bag of arrows, “where did you learn to do that?”
“Well, I am older, and since I am older, I know more than you,” Zaray smiled.
“Ok then, teach me everything you know.”
Zaray tossed the bow and arrows to the side, “we will start with learning close combat.”
Oceania
Deep into the blue sea, Alcia was playing around with her two friends Amy, and Jesse. This world was nothing like the others, because of the simple fact that it was a sea world. There were a few islands here and there, but the entire world was covered with ocean water.
The people of Oceania were completely human, but had the ability to breath under water. It was a very diverse world with people of all races, but what was distinct was their eye color. Oceanians were born with dark blue eyes, and white pupils that allowed them to see miles away in case of a shark attack, or any other sea creatures that got hungry.
Like everyone else, Alcia was born with dark blue eyes and white pupils. Her hair was usually a dark brown, but it sometimes changed colors, and her skin was pale from not visiting the surface often for a tan.
Alcia and her friends were on their way to the dry underwater castle where ages as young as seven start school. The students stood outside the large golden door and waited for them to open.
“Another boring day,” Alcia said.
“At least we don’t have to work as hard as the boys,” Amy said.
“That’s why school is so boring!” Alcia yelled, before the large doors opened.
The crowd of students walked inside, leaving the ocean behind, and was now in the center of the dry castle, waiting on instructions for today’s class.
“Boys and girls! Get into your groups!” The girls’ teacher, Mrs. Vengolee, instructed.
The boys quickly separated from the girls, leaving a large space in between them.
Alcia put one hand on her hip and sighed, “Great.”
The boys’ teacher walked inside and began instructing them, while Mrs. Vengolee went on about healing the wounded.
Alcia looked passed Mrs. Vengolee, and started to listen to Mr. Luther who was instructing the boys on how to manipulate water.
Amy nudged Alcia, but she didn’t pay her any attention.
“Alcia!” Mrs. Vengolee yelled. Apparently she had been calling her name for quite some time now.
“Yes?”
“Is there a problem young lady?”
“No problem, ma’am. Just listening to Mr. Luther give instructions,” Alcia bit her lip, realizing what she had just said, “I mean...”
“I tell you time, and time again. You have no need to learn those things. Water manipulation is for the men only,” Mrs. Vengolee snapped.
“Then how will I defend myself!?”
“There will be no need! We can depend on our soldiers here, and they have to depend on us for healing.”
“But, I’d rather fight. It’s not fair- I bet I can move water better than any of them.”
Mr. Luther turned around with a smile, “Can you now?”
Now everyone was watching Alcia, “yes, I think I can.”
“Alcia...”Amy whispered.
“I got this,” Alcia whispered back.
“Well then, let’s see it,” Mr. Luther stood next to the frowning girls’ teacher, “right now, my boys are working on just holding a droplet over their heads. Nothing too big, but not too small either. I have to be able to see it.”
Amy sighed with relief, then nodded to Alcia. The two of them knew for a fact that Alcia could do this, becaus
e she’s already practiced it hundreds of times on her own.
“Ok,” Alcia nodded. She walked over to the border of the stone floor, where water flowed through the palace, and put her hands out over the water. She squeezed her fists shut and then released them, causing the water under her to lift into the air and form a ball in between her hands.
The boys and girls behind her gasped, and she smiled as she turned around with a ball of water swirling over her head.
Mr. Luther folded his arms with a smile on his face, while Mrs. Vengolee frowned.
Amy and Jessie just gave her a thumbs up.
Varenwhile
Nine year old Angel watched from outside his hut as his best friend, Shalina, was led away by the elders to take the Vanees test. Every year a group of children were chosen to take the test to determine if they were born with a source of power called Venra.
Hundreds of years ago the people of Varenwhile held almost as much power as the First Kingdom. It was said that the nobles of the First Kingdom escaped years before the revolution, and snuck into the poor world of Varenwhile, where no one would expect them to seek refuge. After generations and generations, the decedents of the nobles were being born with less and less amounts of Venra, and were eventually seen as pure humans. It was only fifty years ago that someone was born with an extraordinary amount of the power, but didn’t know how to control it and ended up killing thousands of people, including himself. They say that he was a decedent of the princess’s son, who escaped with the nobles of the First Kingdom.
Now, every year, a group of nine year old’s are to be tested to see if they have Venra coursing through their veins. The elders were especially anxious to find out, because they believe that they could turn the children into soldiers.
Angel failed the test a few days ago, and was finally sent home after a month of being away. He was upset about them taking away his closest friend, but was even more upset that she would be passing the test. He first found out that she had Venra when they were playing in the woods one day, and brought a wounded deer back to life. After that, Angel began to notice how flowers grew around her, and how sometimes she would cause it to rain when she was upset. Shalina was very powerful, just like that man fifty years ago.
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