Savior Part 2: Son of Eden (The Savior Series) by A. King Bradley Page B
Authors: A. King Bradley
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is only because we have no other choice that I have given you this right—but know this, the path you seek will likely end in your demise.”
“What makes you so certain that I’ll fail?” I asked, as his disapproving glares started to take a toll on my confidence.
“You will fail, Adam, The Reaper, because you think you’re invincible...As if nothing could stop you… but you are wrong. For the blood of the Goddess courses through the veins of your enemy. Tread lightly Reaper… for when you face The Greater… you face the Son of Eden.”
The room fell silent as he finished his statement and continued to beam his disapproving glare at me for a few uncomfortable moments. I frankly didn’t know how to respond. On one hand, I was still pissed that The Elder was being such a jerk about his complete lack of faith in me but on the other hand he still had given me the right to challenge this Darius, The Greater, guy. At the end of the day, he had given me the chance to possibly save our world from impending doom, so despite his crabby attitude, I forced myself to remain thankful for the opportunity. Director Wells and I both watched in silence as The Elder finally turned and exited the room.
“So, what now?” I asked as I looked to Wells.
“Now that you have The Mark, we just need to locate The Greater. He’ll have no choice but to accept your challenge; however, the challenge has to be made in person,” Wells replied.
“Any idea of where this guy’s hiding?” I asked.
“We’re working on it. The Greater is just as hard to find as The Righteous and even if we do find him, I’ll be honest with you, sport, there’s no guarantee that you can win by yourself. Your combat skills have come a long way through your training with Ace but this guy is the real deal, and he’s also The Righteous’ only son so I don’t expect him to take too kindly to you trying to knock off his dad. I’m not doubting you, Reaper, but I want to be realistic. I can’t have you walking into this thing thinking it’s going to be a cake walk, okay?”
“Yeah, I got it,” I said flatly, trying to mask my disdain for the doubt that he was trying desperately to hide.
I stayed for about another thirty minutes and went over a bunch of the Anokian laws with Wells regarding the succession of the crown. It bothered me that Wells didn’t seem very confident in my ability to succeed but I took solace in knowing that he wouldn’t have suggested I take on The Greater if he at least didn’t think I had some chance of winning. The more I thought about that, the more I began to develop a newfound respect for him. Wells was always tough on me and, to be honest, he was quite the jerk, but at the end of the day he had shown that he had so much faith in me that he was willing to put the fate of our world, as well as an entire galaxy, in my hands. I probably should have been nervous given the possible apocalyptic ramifications of what was to come, but as I stared down at the ice cold Mark of Eden that I held in my hands, I could not have been more excited.
5. THE RIGHT HAND
THE GREATER:
“OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS GROW RESTLESS, MY LEIGE,” I said as I peered into the The Righteous’ dimly lit personal chambers. A sudden gust of wind picked up in the narrow hallway in which I stood, blowing loose strands of my black, shoulder-length hair into my face as I stood near the doorway of his quarters and waited for a response. I interlocked my fingers beneath my flowing white robe and patiently waited as several moments passed by in utter silence.
“Is that so?” The Righteous finally called out from the shadows, not bothering to stand or turn to face me. His voice came out much deeper and grittier than usual, no doubt a product of him having not spoken a word aloud in weeks.
“They were told the fleet would be here by now, yet not a single ship has arrived. It does not help that they have not seen you, their king, in months. I have done
“What makes you so certain that I’ll fail?” I asked, as his disapproving glares started to take a toll on my confidence.
“You will fail, Adam, The Reaper, because you think you’re invincible...As if nothing could stop you… but you are wrong. For the blood of the Goddess courses through the veins of your enemy. Tread lightly Reaper… for when you face The Greater… you face the Son of Eden.”
The room fell silent as he finished his statement and continued to beam his disapproving glare at me for a few uncomfortable moments. I frankly didn’t know how to respond. On one hand, I was still pissed that The Elder was being such a jerk about his complete lack of faith in me but on the other hand he still had given me the right to challenge this Darius, The Greater, guy. At the end of the day, he had given me the chance to possibly save our world from impending doom, so despite his crabby attitude, I forced myself to remain thankful for the opportunity. Director Wells and I both watched in silence as The Elder finally turned and exited the room.
“So, what now?” I asked as I looked to Wells.
“Now that you have The Mark, we just need to locate The Greater. He’ll have no choice but to accept your challenge; however, the challenge has to be made in person,” Wells replied.
“Any idea of where this guy’s hiding?” I asked.
“We’re working on it. The Greater is just as hard to find as The Righteous and even if we do find him, I’ll be honest with you, sport, there’s no guarantee that you can win by yourself. Your combat skills have come a long way through your training with Ace but this guy is the real deal, and he’s also The Righteous’ only son so I don’t expect him to take too kindly to you trying to knock off his dad. I’m not doubting you, Reaper, but I want to be realistic. I can’t have you walking into this thing thinking it’s going to be a cake walk, okay?”
“Yeah, I got it,” I said flatly, trying to mask my disdain for the doubt that he was trying desperately to hide.
I stayed for about another thirty minutes and went over a bunch of the Anokian laws with Wells regarding the succession of the crown. It bothered me that Wells didn’t seem very confident in my ability to succeed but I took solace in knowing that he wouldn’t have suggested I take on The Greater if he at least didn’t think I had some chance of winning. The more I thought about that, the more I began to develop a newfound respect for him. Wells was always tough on me and, to be honest, he was quite the jerk, but at the end of the day he had shown that he had so much faith in me that he was willing to put the fate of our world, as well as an entire galaxy, in my hands. I probably should have been nervous given the possible apocalyptic ramifications of what was to come, but as I stared down at the ice cold Mark of Eden that I held in my hands, I could not have been more excited.
5. THE RIGHT HAND
THE GREATER:
“OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS GROW RESTLESS, MY LEIGE,” I said as I peered into the The Righteous’ dimly lit personal chambers. A sudden gust of wind picked up in the narrow hallway in which I stood, blowing loose strands of my black, shoulder-length hair into my face as I stood near the doorway of his quarters and waited for a response. I interlocked my fingers beneath my flowing white robe and patiently waited as several moments passed by in utter silence.
“Is that so?” The Righteous finally called out from the shadows, not bothering to stand or turn to face me. His voice came out much deeper and grittier than usual, no doubt a product of him having not spoken a word aloud in weeks.
“They were told the fleet would be here by now, yet not a single ship has arrived. It does not help that they have not seen you, their king, in months. I have done
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