In the future, where man has traveled to the stars and beyond. There exists guilds with special abilities. Two such guilds are the guild of assassins and the guild of mages. Their laws prevent them from working together. Reaper is the story of two members of the guild, who ignored their laws and who fight for the greater good.
Genre: Science Fantasy Romance
Her presence filled
the area. It was palpable. Dangerous yes, but no kill intent. A visitor but an
ominous visitor. Would he let her get close? Of course not. He took a look at
the stars through his sector’s dome. Peace seemed to elude him, no matter how
hard he tried.
Did he really try?
He placed the last
mustard seed in the ground, covered it with his left hand, grabbed the
hand-held spade and threw it in the direction of the cloaked figure. It landed
at the feet of the visitor. “Don’t come
any closer,” he said
She looked down at
her feet, gazing at the tool as if to study it. She looked up exposing only
part of her face. Olive skin highlighted by rose-colored lips, under the hood,
one glowing red eye stared at him. “You fit the description.”
“What description is
that?”
“A tall bronze man,
with hair that defied gravity and an emerald necklace. Young in body but eyes that are as old as
death.”
“How poetic. But I
assure you there are several tall, dark and handsome men on this space station.”
“I never said that
you were handsome.”
“You would be the
first. Look, lady I am busy attending my garden. Do us both a favor and leave.”
“My name is Bomba. Reaper,
I need your help.”
He stood up and
placed his hand on the butt of his plasma pistol. A warning. “Don’t say that
name around here.”
“You would shoot a
woman?”
“You are not a
woman.” He pulled his pistol and shot, dead center. The image flickered and
disappeared. A small sphere about the size of a coin dropped to ground. Zion
walked over to it and kicked it.
“How did you know?” A
voice said. Zion spun around to see another perfect image behind him. “My spell
is undetectable,” Bomba said.
Zion sighed. He spun
the pistol around his finger and holstered it. “You don’t think I haven’t met a
techno-witch before?” He walked past the image and to the edge of his land,
just under twenty-five yards. He looked up. “You can come down now.”
An image of Bomba
appeared ten feet above him. She floated down on a blue energy disk. “How did
you see through my illusions?”
“No footprints.”
“I could have
floated.”
“Yeah. It was a risk
that I was willing to take.” Zion stepped back. “I don’t have any real desire
to kill you, but the fact that you found me and you know more about me, than I
do about you is enough to place two in your heart or wherever the Wizard’s
guild moved it to.”
“You are handsome,
but I am beginning to wonder does that take away from your intelligence. I am
Tek Nok. Information is our hobby.”
“Yes, but that type
of information doesn’t come easy. Most of the people that want to find me want
to kill me and will destroy this colony to do it. I grown a little fond of this
rock, and I will do what I can to protect it. So tell me, how did you get so
lucky?”
She smiled. “Kiah told me that you were a good
man.”
“He would nev—“
“It was a confession
made with his last breath.”
Zion felt something
in his heart, something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He turned away,
still aware of her presence, still in tune with his sixth sense. She had no kill
intent. He clinched his fists and turned around sharply. “How do you know him?”
“He was part of my
squad. We needed someone from the warrior’s guild to help us. We got into a
skirmish with Kainians of great power. We got away, but he was mortally wounded.
He died in my ship and he sent me to you.”
“You lie. He was
retired. Said that he wanted to settle down and live a good life.”
She showed her hands.
“I do not. He did settle down. He married a Dipatronian who already had two
little girls. He loved them more than he loved himself. That is why he joined
my squad, because he knew that the Kainians would one day move into our
quadrant of space and destroy us all.”
Zion shook his head.
“The old fool. He was never good at close quartered combat. He should have took
a hidden position and provided support.”
“He did. He had to
give up his position to save us…. He had several things that he wanted me to
memorize and share with people that were important to him. You are the last on
my list.”
“First, what did he
tell you about me?”
“That he was one of
your instructors. That your father was a Weaponeer of the highest order an
assassin specialist like he was, but he died when you were ten. He said that he
took you in and completed your training and by the time you had turned
twenty-three, you had mastered the weapons your father created and had begun
creating more. Not because you wanted to use them, but because it was your art.
He said that you are a great artist and like most artists you value life and
really didn’t have a true heart for the art of murder.”
“And he told you all
of this while he was dying?’
“No. He talked of you
often, he saw you as a son, but he would always finish the sentence with, too bad he’s dead. It was at the moment
of death that he said that you were alive, that you were a better warrior than
he, and that with your help I could complete my mission.”
“What did he want you
to tell me?”
Bomba stiffened as if
gone into a trance. She looked around for a moment and then locked eyes with
Zion. “Zion,” she said with a voice that bordered on baritone. “I know that
honor dictates that I never reveal your location, but I must. A skill such as
yours should never sit on the sideline while others suffer. I know this doesn’t
sound like the man you knew, but age has a way of putting things in
perspective. You have your father’s will and your mother’s creativity. Do not
place either under a rock and hide it from the universe…. And also. And also, I
want you to know that you were the most unusual student I ever had, the best
warrior I had seen in four-hundred years and you were… important to me. I can
see you cringing now, you always were—” Bomba’s body relaxed. A tear rolled down
her left eye and gathered at the corner of her lips.
He stared at her for
a moment. She was telling the truth. He looked away drew his gun and pointed it
at her head. She didn’t flinch. “You are powerful or at least you think you are
powerful enough to beat me.”
“I am.”
He placed his pistol
in its holster, once again. “Then what do you need me for?” He turned around
and stepped toward his home, watching her as he marched forward.
She wiped a tear from
her eye. “There are some disadvantages to being Tek Nok.”
End of Part One of Chapter One.
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