Warrior of the Void Bow E-Book

Stephanie Green

• Herausgeber: BooxAi
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Sophia, a young teenager, never quite understood the absence of her mother from her life. As she unravels the mystery, she is met with a great darkness which forces her into her destiny. This book provides the reader a great journey of love, loss, and adventure. It is a vision to awaken the warrior within and defeat the darkness Between the worlds seen and unseen.

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Stephanie Green

Warrior of the Void Bow

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Published by BooxAI

ISBN: 978-965-578-241-7

Warrior of the Void Bow

STEPHANIE GREEN

Contents

Foreword

1. The Calling

2. The Happening

3. Waking Up

4. The Pain In Your Heart

5. The Portal…

6. Titania...

7. Three Wise Ones...

Foreword

“A well-informed citizenry is the best defense against tyranny.”

THOMAS JEFFERSON

It all started without knowing where my life was going. Being lost in space, if you will. I was in my mid to late 20s, working on a CNC laser with a small vision in the back of my head. I always knew that I had a very wild imagination, but I never knew exactly what to do with it. I painted and tried design in trade school. I tried for opportunities as they were available. As time grew, so did the world, and so did I. I changed my career, moved and then the pandemic. Relationships changed like everything else. The distance between my partner and me grew exponentially as the few years passed in a gradual decline. There was a pain inside me that grew with each day. I attributed it to depression. However, it was anything but that. My relationship wasn’t exactly normal. It was years before I realized what I had gotten myself into. My life was the same every day for most of the 3 years. Wake up. Go to work. Come home. Make your 3 “S’s” (shit, shower, shave) and rinse and repeat. The person I met throughout my adult life and who was supposed to be my partner, sometimes we barely spoke. What was once a healthy and radiant relationship became toxic. What happened and why? Sometimes we don’t want to see what’s in front of our eyes. We close our eyes tightly, never the less. The sun still shines on your face and you can still see the light grazing through the thin membrane that you closed so hard. It is at that moment when you ask yourself: “Am I ready to face the truth or do I want to keep my head buried in the sand and continue listening to the beautiful little lies that the world revolves around?” We all know that answer too well because we hate it. Because that answer challenges us to look back and ask some serious questions. One of them is: “What if I am/was wrong?” I, with my background and my family history, had no problem asking myself this because I am self-critical (or at least I try to be) on a path of growth and on this path you humiliate yourself. What if someone had to ask himself this question that was not so humble, so self-critical, etc.? What if someone became so complacent that they thought they were right about everything and didn’t see room for growth? What if someone, despite the light shining in their eyes, still insisted that it was dark, put their fingers in their ears while loudly exclaiming “LALALA!”, rejecting objective reality? There were many times when I seriously questioned my relationship. If it was a small disappointment, whether I looked at it too much. A bad fight in which he got drunk. Or the incident that I would never forget. The incident when I asked him, with my face full of tears, why he wanted to have children with someone he thinks is stupid. He just stared at the floor without knowing what to say. The reasoning behind his logic? I had spiritual beliefs whilst he was an atheist. I never understood why some of his dearest friends were devoutly religious and yet he never disparaged them, but he did me. I am far from perfect, but I am hardly a person who does not respect someone else’s beliefs (that is, unless it goes against human rights), especially if I am deeply in love and respect that person. I didn’t understand why I was treated with such dismissal and disrespect. I worked full-time, helped with the bills, cooked and cleaned after work and on weekends. I bought our groceries and I was always attentive to his favorite things. I bought him gifts from time to time to show affection, etc. None of that mattered. My sacrifices to save my condemned relationship didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how much I cared or sacrificed if that person didn’t value that effort or me. I realized at the height of Covid, during a heated fight what really mattered and it was very clear that it was not me and would never be me. “I can’t be wrong!” he exclaimed with a stern look on his face, huffing and puffing as he stubbornly trampled into the basement. His haven for most of the years we spent locked away in our house. The house that was no longer shared with me. That was the day I faced reality. I could have told him what he wanted to hear. I could have sold myself out. The pain inside me wouldn’t allow it and I told the truth defiantly. I said, “No.” That day my relationship died in sadness and disparity, the vision that I once held from what seemed like a small bright flash became this huge epic story in my head. I thought about writing before and had brought it up to him, for him to discourage me by saying that he had written a book and that it had gone nowhere. That was then and this is now. Something inside me refused to listen and I looked for opinions elsewhere. Consulting a family and genuine friends with good hearts, they gave me professional feedback that this vision meant a lot not only to me, but they convinced me that I needed to write this story.

What mattered most to my ex was to keep total control of everything and what bothered him the most was that he couldn’t. Covid threw many people who felt safe, calm, and in control for a loop in which they did not always use logical thinking and that fear clouded their judgment. Suddenly, people were forced with what they feared worse than anything else, losing control. Whether it’s about your life, a narrative, or about the population in general. Whether you see Covid as something bad or good, one thing is certain. It challenged a lot of people on many different fronts, including myself. It overthrew me from a life I hated. A relationship that I hated. People who were false friends, etc., left. All that was left was my dream, myself, my work and a lot of time. Covid, like a car, crashed my life and totalized, leaving me relatively physically unharmed, wandering randomly in a new direction. Now that the cage door is open, will I leave or have I gotten so used to it that I am also afraid? We never grow up when we are comfortable. We don’t trust to stay where we are. The only way we grow and innovate is through necessity, strength, or reward. It forced me out of a life that I had outgrown I just hadn’t seen it yet. The deep embedded pain that I had sustained for years, was when I realized that I was a convenience and that’s all it was. It was easy for him to throw in that towel. I realized that society had become so demoralized and morally depraved that we no longer appreciate ourselves or our potential. We forgot how to make each other smile and picked our phones up for pictures instead. We forget what human beings are all about. We forgot the importance of family, of being there for each other. We forget how the words of someone we love over the years can really hurt or encourage us. We forget how to see ourselves in others and we stop seeing ourselves as humans. The sadness when I realized that this person I once loved for a time in my life, more than anything had not seen me in the same light and that I was “the other.” I also realized that I wasn’t alone. Even worse was that it was a whole country, if not the world, that had been divided by this realization. I thought about my story and specifically about the vision of the end. It burned in my mind. I was more than ever compelled to write my story in difficult times because it is a story to try to remind us who we are and what we can do together if we decide to take a step back and instead of asking, “What about me?” We started to think about “we” and what exactly “we” means. We are a world filled with twisted humanity and intertwined with color, imagination and spirit. In the face of fear, we must remember who we are and what we are capable of, and it is much more than what they have led us to believe. Lots of love, peace and hope for you. I hope this book helps you in any way possible, whether it is to shake your mind, imagination, or spirit or if you are on a journey. And so, my dear friends, I shall also leave you with this:

“(ESV) Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.”

1 CORINTHIANS 13: 4–8A

Chapter1

The Calling

Professor Young stared out the window towards the garden in the main square of the college. He was eagerly awaiting a call. A colleague of the Professor's, a layman from the local church, had made contact with a troubled young woman and referred her to him. All the layman knew was she and her family seemed to be under some sort of attack by a malevolent force. They were new followers of the church and had moved to the United States several years ago from the Middle East.

Dr. Professor Young taught advanced physics at the local college. He also risked his tenure moonlighting as the head and founder of a local paranormal investigative team. The team is called ARSLAD, which stands for “Advanced Research and Search for Life After Death.” This team he put together with some of his students was a passion project he held dear to his heart. Young rarely spoke about his past, but it was his experiences that fueled his drive to pursue physics and ARSLAD. Young's professional colleagues were not crazy over the idea and he received no funding. ARSLAD survived off of Young's spare income, private donations, and the student teams' own contributions. Young's passion for the paranormal was fueled by his past experiences as a child. His paranormal encounters propelled his imagination and fascination for the great unknown and his quest for answers. Most of the time the team would investigate specific cases and arrange to visit certain “hot” locations. But every once in a blue moon, they would have an actual case recommended to them locally. The team would use various methods to acquire evidence ranging from video footage or capturing “white noise.” They were successful in capturing apparitions, poltergeist phenomena, and disembodied voices on tape. The urgency behind this particular case being presented by his layman colleague struck a nerve with Young. Young recalled his colleague telling him about the young woman and how terrified she was, the sheer terror in her voice. Just as he was lost in thought over it, the phone rang and slightly startled him. He quickly picked up. “This is Professor Young speaking,” he stated. There was a heavy trembling breath he could hear. “Professor Young?”, the voice shakily asked, “It's Yasmine. I'm calling about having your team come and investigate.” “Yes, I was expecting your call... so what exactly are you experiencing?”Young asked. “My sisters and I are being attacked by something and we don't know what to do to get it to stop.” “Are there physical attacks?”Young asked. “Yes...i-it touches us...says our names...hurts us and it's getting worse...we need help.” Yasmina's voice started to crack as she was holding back tears. As Yasmine was explaining the situation further, the connection started to crackle and get weak. He heard a heavy breath and almost a growl. Yasmine gave Young her information and set up a date to start the investigation before the connection was abruptly cut.