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Hope you enjoy it, Will! Thanks for taking a chance on it :-)
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One thing I hope comes across, if not as much now, then at least by the end of the story, is how much things like what happened effect Loy. I love his connection to animals... and it evolves later on, which makes it even more special. Each of the guys has a downside to their Avatar's and even though Lane and Bill seem to have it bad, sometimes I think Loy's can be just as severe. But on the other hand, he can be in all the animals on the planet too, and I think that would be indescribable :-)
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Who knows? You might even see Ely again! There's one other dog related scene but I can't remember which chapter off the top of my head. It's sort of an epilogue type scene with Loy that I wanted to put in. Totally different than the Ely situation but it made me cry when I wrote it haha. Thanks for the comment, kbois, it's great you are enjoying the story so far. 🙂
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(This is a reference for after you’ve read the entire story! If you look here too soon, you will see spoiler information!) A Note from the author: The Order, as you know by now (at least I hope!) is a long story with a fairly complex cast of characters. The story has many twists and turns and it’s easy to get confused on who is who, and who goes with who. I put together some references to try and help make things easier. I hope it’s helpful. If you have any questions or wish
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That's one of my favorite soundtracks of all time. I wore out two CD's of it, so now I just stream it lol. It's also an incredible movie with some amazingly intense emotional scenes. Good luck on learning it! 🙂
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(** Prologue **) Forces set in motion before the beginning of Time and Creation were in play. Allenor, the sole survivor of the previous Creation, freed from his imprisonment over billions of years, sought the one he called Origin. He asked to be unmade but Origin was silent, and so Allenor continued his unintentional influence on Creation. The Dragon, named Leroy by Bryan, whose Purpose was initially thought to be an instrument of destruction, created by God to one day anni
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(** Prologue **) 80,000 Years Ago Creation sang with the first human Soul born into the Physical Realm. The Hall of Wings in Heaven, full of unborn Souls since the beginning of Time, was one less. A male child, the first of his kind, bridged the gap from having an Animal Spirit to a human Soul. He was the first Original Man, in harmony with Creation and animals did not fear him, would not attack him and would obey his Will. The second human Soul was born soon after, an
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(** Prologue **) Creation felt it… the Confrontation was near. Building for ages between the Light and the Dark, supernatural powers and Principalities in all the Realms were aware of it. It wasn’t the Final Confrontation with The Dark One, but with his Underling, The Master; the first of two Battles. Darkness held sway for many years in the Physical Realm, nearly obliterating The Order, the last bastion of Light on Earth. However, Hope came in the form of a little boy named Drew R
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(** Prologue **) A.D. 509 Tears dripped down Taliesin’s face as his fingers plucked the harp strings. He sang in perfect pitch, too proud of his voice and talent to let emotions prevent him from performing the Lay in honor of the man who lay dying… Áedán, the man he loved dearly. Taliesin’s grief over Áedán was powerful, but his guilt overpowered even that. His heart ached with conflicted emotions over events that led to that moment. His actions, uncharacteristically sporadic, were d
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(** Prologue **) A.D. 1200 The peaceful quiet of the Monastery shattered with the sunrise. Sounds of war filled the morning and continued until all that remained of the stone structure was rubble. The nearby village of Assisi saw the smoke and heard the screams but did not come to the aid of the Monks. The villagers were terrified of the Darkness that descended upon their town the evening before and huddled in their homes, terrified, praying it would not visit them. They felt the pre
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(** Prologue **) Two Months Prior The October night was cold, and a heavy mist soaked everything while a biting wind blew leaves around the tombstones and grave markers. It was just after 0230 and the only sounds in the Oakland Cemetery other than the steady pattering of water dripping off the trees and gusting winds, were shovels striking the hard, red clay of Georgia soil. Two Protectors, stripped to the waist even in the chill of the night, sweated heavily as they excavated
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(** Prologue **) Luke’s fury mirrored itself in the Physical Realm. Stars exploded and asteroids that had traveled unhindered for millions of years changed course, colliding with other astral bodies. Tears in the fabric of Reality appeared, and Strings of Dark Matter sliced through solar systems. The ripples of his anger stretched across Creation. What appeared as random events initiated disasters throughout Earth, all results of his ire… A bird hit a windshield, startling an elde
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I want you to know how much I appreciate your comment yarameb 🙂 As an author it's incredibly gratifying to hear such things. When I was writing the story I often cried or laughed at certain points, and it's nice to know I'm not alone! haha As Bryan would say, "I should buy stock in Kleenex!" 😉
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(** Prologue **) Beyond the Pale Orophir sat alone in his cave, replaying the memory Brad shared with him from the alternate reality; the memory of his death by his father’s hand. The pain and anguish on his own face, the tears in his eyes, brought home the knowledge he was merely a tool for his father, to be discarded once his usefulness was complete. Orophir watched the Black Talon atomize his other self, and it was a harsh realization that he meant so little to his father.
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(** Prologue **) The Mantle weighed heavy on Charisa. The Order, her Order as she saw it, was doomed. The Mantle was a Deep Magic, bestowing certain Powers on her, and through them she watched the fight between Azaziel and Aaron’s new Warriors. Her death, as well as the death of dear friends, the Circle of Elders and all that remained of the once-powerful Brotherhood, rested in their victory. Charisa was a proud woman. She and Aaron had never seen eye to eye, and it was she w
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Thank you JC 🙂 . I will admit the story consumed nearly four years of my life while writing it (not withstanding a few short interruption due to life events). I'm still not sure where it came from, to be honest. It quickly took on a life of its own, and I'm still tinkering with it to this day lol. I very much appreciate your comment, though, and I'm glad you are sticking with it. I know the length scares many people off. There are nine more chapters to go, so hold onto your hat! 😉
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(** Prologue **) The Master thrashed about in bed, his hairy muscled body drenched in sweat. His Mind filled with the color of blood, and in his dreams he held the Stone again, the source of his pain. His thoughts were primitive as they had been eighty thousand years ago. At that time, no language existed among his people, but his thoughts were clear. What have I done!? The Spirit spoke directly to his Mind, teaching him, sharing secrets and making him strong. Even with
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The morning weather at Stone Mountain Park was perfect; sunny and warm with a slight breeze. The first hint of winter was creeping in with light frost in the early mornings, but the Atlanta afternoons were beautiful. Brad rested against Ken, his head on Ken’s stomach. Ken kept an arm draped over Brad’s chest, his hand slowly rubbing Brad’s torso and shoulders in a slow, lazy movement, enjoying the feel of his body. Their eyes closed, both men enjoying the physical touch. Brad held their M
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Wow! Thank you for the complement! It means a lot to me 🙂 . The next chapter holds a huge reveal, and the story really ramps up moving forward. In writing the story, this is the point where I 'hit my stride.' The ideas were flowing and the story sort of took on a life of its own. Thanks again! 🙂
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(** Prologue - Alternate Earth **) Luke assumed the corporeal form he used to sire Orophir. He usually did when addressing his child. He had to admit Orophir was a handsome creature and also admitted it was vanity on his part to think so. Orophir was still young for a Nephilim, and petty as most of them seemed to be, but he showed potential and had already proved useful in introducing Forbidden Knowledge to The Master throughout various realities. Luke’s plan was well underway,
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It was a long flight to Sydney, and Darren and Pat dozed in the dimly lit First Class cabin. They had already seen the in-flight movie, so they skipped it and chatted with one another in their Minds, content to be together. To the other passengers, they didn’t look like the muscular, devastatingly handsome men they were. No, to the outside world they appeared as an elderly Asian couple traveling to Sydney on vacation. I’m still stoked about this Pat. I’ve always wanted to visit Austr
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Sally couldn’t sleep. Unable to get comfortable, she ended up tossing and turning. She never slept well outside her own bed and missed Carlo’s warm body. She even missed his snoring. Her bed in the Lab was much firmer than she was used to, making her stiff, uncomfortable, and irritable. Her mind kept going over everything that happened the last week. First, Carlo was dead, and she wasn’t able to attend his funeral. As far as she knew, the police thought her dead or missing. She realized th
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An uncomfortable cold, wet sensation on Sally’s face tugged at her consciousness. Foggy and confused, her eyes fluttered open. Her head pounded, and groaning, she rolled over attempting to sit up, but stopped immediately at the pain in her bruised and sore body. One of her first thoughts was her hair must be a mess and she was sure her makeup was a disaster. As she came to, the fog over her Mind lifted and the memory of what happened rushed back to her conscious Mind. Carlo! Oh no!
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Thank you! It makes me happy to know you're enjoying it enough to let me know, and to stick with it. 🙂 You are now at the halfway point! 😲
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Bloody, covered in sweat and bruises, their Kevlar suits hung on their bodies, shredded and tattered. The fight was not going well and they were losing. How could The Master be so strong? The Curse was unlike anything they imagined. Bodies of countless Nephilim in human form lay broken and torn apart, most Dark Spirits who fought for The Master, but allies of The Order were also among them, including Istariel and his cousins. So many lives… How could it come to this? What went
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