Disclaimer: Immortal Wars was the book I came up with and wrote in high school. I hadn’t even hit college by the time I wrote the first two books. That means I hadn’t developed my style yet, wasn’t good at self-editing, and the story was fairly basic. So, you’ve been warned that this is the ultimate author throwback segment for my blog and will show my author origins. FYI- I put the first book (The Summoning) through a Print-on-Demand publisher and the second one (Light, Blood, & Tears) never saw the light of day. Enjoy!
It is nearing the end of the twentieth century. In the center of the sun, an ancient man, with pale skin, wakes up to another long day of waiting. His sapphire-colored eyes are still trying to open as he slides himself out of a king-sized bed and pulls on a bright, red terry-robe. The man’s chiseled face and dirty blond ponytail make him appear no older than thirty. The last of the original guardians wishes that he felt as young as he looked. Centuries of isolation and waiting have caused him to be much weaker than he ever was. The only memory of his true power is dangling around his neck. It is a fist-sized medallion with one big, orange pearl that is surrounded by nine little gemstones of various colors.
“Master Solix! Good morning, sir. I hope that you slept well,” says a weird mechanical voice that seems to come from all over the room. It is the Sun Base’s eternal computer system and it is capable of talking to anyone who is on the sun base.
“Hello, SEAS. Did anything important happen while I was sleeping?” mumbles Solix as he continues to rub his eyes. Once he gets his eyes to focus, he walks groggily toward the blue door of his room. The door effortlessly rises into the ceiling as he approaches it. When Solix gets out of his bedroom, the massive hallway lights shine so brightly that they he stumbles back into the dim room.
“Damn it! Turn those damn lights down! My eyes are not what they used to be, you stupid machine!” the guardian shouts. Solix had come to find the sentient computer very annoying a little less than a century ago. He really wanted to turn it off for good, but the base needed it order to stay in one piece. SEAS also happened to be Solix’s only companion in the entire galaxy.
“Sorry about the lights, sir. One of the janitorial robots had recently come through here and you know how their sensors are not too keen. I do have some very crucial matters to discuss with you, but it should wait until you have had your breakfast. How are the lights now, sir?” asks the computer as the lights begin to slowly dim. The computer’s concerned tone gives it a genuine sense of human emotion. If ever asked, the machine admits that it doesn’t mind the barrage of insults and names Solix occasionally uses because it thinks he doesn’t really mean it.
“That’s much better. You know my next question. Do these crucial matters involve any new planet guardians or does it concern those nine psychopaths?”
“Both of those subjects are what I must talk to you about. Let us just say that it has been a busy night for my sensor outposts. But it might be better if you hear this information on a full, or filling, stomach.”
Solix walks into a large room filled with gleaming, obsidian tables and outlandish recreational games. Toward the back of the room is an immense arena that is designed for all kinds of sports and training exercises. The six-armed robot at the bar immediately turns around to put out Solix’s prepared food. After all this time, SEAS has learned what Solix’s varying moods will cause him to desire. The sun guardian clumsily sits on a white-cushioned barstool while a shortstack of syrup-drowned pancakes and a plate of small, blue vegetables are placed in front of him.
“For some reason I like this new kind of Earth food. The only problem is that a lot of it would be very unhealthy if I were anything, but immortal. Now tell me this important information that I need a full stomach for,” says Solix as he chews on one of the strange vegetables. With every loud crunch, sparks of electricity shoot out of the vegetable and make burn marks on the metallic bar.
“Well, I have located four new immortals that, amazingly, are all around the age of eighteen. The problem all these years was that I was searching for newborn immortals and did not realize that immortals of natural birth are only noticed their sixteenth year. Still a brief, yet very thorough, DNA scan shows that they are the planet guardians of Mars, Earth, Neptune, and Venus. They are all in the same town and already know each other, which I find to be very strange. One might consider that either luck or fate is on our side. I think some of their birthright powers are already working or at least the new guardians are subconsciously aware of them,” answers the mechanical computer voice.
“Then, that makes my mission a lot easier. If they are older and slightly aware of what they are, I can persuade them without too much of a fight. After all, teenagers normally respect their elders and don’t put up much of a fuss. I doubt that part of society has changed much since I last visited. Which of the planets are these immortals located on?”
“My monitoring systems have told me that they are presently living on the planet Earth like the last group of natural immortals. They are living in one of the newly established towns in the area called Long Island. To be even more precise than that, they are in Oceanhead. I can give exact addresses, but that would take a few minutes.”
Solix scratches his head and asks, “Why Earth? That was where the last group came from. What is so special about the third planet?”
“I suppose it deals with both the planet and the humans. First off, Earth has an excessive amount of life energy. That could be one reason why the planet is susceptible to the birth of such powerful beings.”
“Makes sense. After some of the other planets lost a lot of their life energy, it went to the strongest planet in the universe. Energy cannot be truly destroyed, but it can easily be placed somewhere else. But, why are humans giving birth to immortals? Those creatures are so primitive that they shouldn’t even be capable of gaining such power.”
“Not all members of the human race are primitive. Anyway, there is some kind of rare mutation that can only occur in the genetic structure of Homo sapiens. It is rather odd, but they do have a more adaptable genetic structure than most bipedal beings. When it comes to evolutionary advancement the humans are second to the race that created you and the other guardians. Speaking of which, I have discovered why you are becoming weaker over the decades. It seems that your energy is diffusing into the atmosphere due to the fact that your mind is losing control. Your guilt and mourning have weakened you.”
Solix looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath before saying, “Never mind what is happening to me. I don’t really care at this point. Who am I supposed to find in this town? I need the immortals’ names.”
“Very well, sir. They are known as Edward Slane, Kelly Tavinowsky, Steven Vascotti, and Delila Mandervale III. By my estimates, they should either be together or in pairs of two by the time you arrive. I still find it strange that the four I found are already together and are aware of each other’s existence,” replies SEAS.
“Why, in all the planets and stars, would they be in pairs of two?”
“The first two that I mentioned are dating each other, as are the last two. You have really been alive and alone for far too long to forget about being in love, sir. Maybe you should get out more.”
“Don’t rub it in, you glorified microwave. Get my armor ready while you tell me what the other important matter is. Please make it quick and to the point. I do not want to ask you to explain yourself.”
“Very well, sir. It seems that a huge vessel had briefly came out of an invisibility field near the planet known as Pluto. I assume this means that the evil immortals have been hiding in this galaxy for some time. Such an invention is not known to this galaxy, which means my prediction of them returning with new technology was correct.”
“Then pat yourself on the back. Do you have any idea of how long they have been in this galaxy?” asks Solix as he finishes his breakfast.
“From their ship’s oldest surviving energy trail, I would have to say at least twenty Earth years. But you know how the traffic in the border areas can destroy energy trails very easily. I am surprised the oldest one is still around. I have also located a few of the older energy trails near Earth’s atmosphere. There is a very good chance that their plans have already been put into action.”
“Let us pray that you are wrong. I must leave for Earth, once I get out of this robe and into my armor. My armor must be ready when I get back to my room, SEAS. Hold on a second.”
“Yes, sir,” says SEAS while Solix starts stroking his chin.
“What was the first name that you mentioned?” asks Solix.
“That name sounds oddly familiar. I think that I’ve heard it before somewhere. Perhaps it was in one of my dreams over the past few nights. As I get older, I begin to see the future more clearly. I think that Edward Slane will play an important role in the coming war. Damn it! Why can’t I remember what I dreamed of?”
“You could be senile.”
“Shut up. I have to get going immediately. I’ll remember when my mind decides that it is time for me to remember.”
Solix gets up and returns to his room, where he finds that his crimson, medieval armor has been neatly laid out for him. As he quickly dons the platemail, a small compartment in the wall opens up a few inches to his left. Solix takes out a long, yellow cloak that radiates light from every alien fiber. He attaches the cloak to the shoulder pads of the armor and it reaches down to his ankles.
“Good luck, sir. Remember to be very careful when recruiting these new guardians. We need them to win the immortal wars. Do not scare them off,” says SEAS.
“Don’t worry. I’ll only tell them what they need to know and keep the past hidden. And don’t even try to stop me,” Solix says as his body begins to glow like a white star. In a matter of seconds, Solix has teleported to the planet Earth in hopes of finding the new guardians.
“I would not dream of it. But that plan can easily blow up in your face, sir. Just like the last plan,” thinks SEAS as he starts to prepare four bedrooms.