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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!
Fate had been searching the base for seven hours and had not found any trace of Solix or anything else that was interesting. All he had found were several properly maintained living quarters that were no longer being used. He is about to give up the search when he finds a room on the south side of the sphere, which is slightly smaller than the game room. It is filled with deadly weapons of many shapes and sizes. A group of blood red floodlights on the floor make the room look a lot darker than any of the other rooms Fate has seen. Attached to the walls and bolted to the floor are various racks that held around twenty weapons each. The incredible weapons ranged from medieval swords to futuristic lasers.
“What the hell is this place?” whispers Fate as he walks around the many racks and looks at the exquisite weapons.
“This is the guardians’ weapon room. That much is obvious. If you have a mission that requires fighting, which most missions do, then you can take any of these special weapons. I would recommend the melee weaponry for most battles. Planet guardians tend to get up close and personal whether they want to or not,” explains SEAS.
“Special? What’s so special about them? They all look pretty normal to me. Except for the laser cannons. Those are impressive.”
“Their special abilities cannot be seen just by looking at them. All of the weapons are sun-forged. All sun-forged weapons are special. A perfect example is that the swords kept here cannot break or dull very easily because they were sun forged.”
“I’ll take your word for it. What about this rack over here?” asks Fate as he makes his way to the center of the room where a lone rack is mystically suspended in the air. It looks much smaller than the others because it can hold only ten weapon cases. There is nothing unique on the rack except ten weird names on the bottom of each glass weapon case.
“Oh that thing? That is a new rack and we have not had any time to fill it with new weapons. Our attention has been kept on you and your friends getting prepared. There is nothing important there,” states the computer with a nervous tone of voice.
“Then, why are there these names on the bottom of this rack and no names on any of the others? That seems very out of place.”
“I have no idea what any of those names mean. It must be a forging mistake on the robotic armorers’ part. I will have to reprogram all of them immediately. These kinds of things happen every single month around this time. I really must find a way to permanently debug the armorers. It is just shameful to share the same inventor as those fools.”
“Don’t give me that story, SEAS. I would believe you if it said stuff that had nothing to do with weapons. But since it says things like the whip of matter and the bow of scorcher arrows, I’m not buying your tall tale. Besides, the rack has a date on it that would mean it was around during the dinosaur era.”
“That would be very close to correct. It still looks almost brand new if you ask me. Listen, Fate. I cannot answer your questions, but if you go to the computer’s storage data area you will learn what you need. It is located in the dead center of the base.”
“Thanks. I know there’s a lot more to this than you’re letting on, SEAS. And I will find out what’s going on. I’d appreciate any help that you feel like giving.” As Fate leaves the room, he barely notices that one of the ten cases on the empty rack is the same shape as Solix’s medallion. He just ignores it and starts searching for the center of the base.