Paragon's Heaven (A work in progress) By Gregory Edward Pratt
Author’s Note
May I remind the reader that this is a work of fiction, a tale of truth and deceit, of love and hate, a tale of light and shadow and fire. The contents of this work are not intended to sway the foundations of the many, nor are they meant to be a foundation for the people to rest upon. This is a story that began as a daydream, crossed the boundary between consciousness and sleep, and grew in to the tale it is today…
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Prologue:
Destiny is a peculiar thing. A timeless force that can sweep a man off his feet and rest him in a foreign place of wonder and amazement. It is a path that cannot be dissuaded from its course. A unseen power…that can change ordinary, to extraordinary. Many believe, however, that we choose our own path, with every little choice we make, in every little day of our drawn out lives. With free will, they believe we forge our own path from the fabric of time. Well in this story, as Fate would have it, someone calls the shots, a force has written the fates of every living being throughout the universe.
The question remains, however.
…What exactly has been written in the books of Fate?
This is a story where the history of light and shadow is written in blood. The blood of many brave warriors, good and evil, just, and corrupt, on both sides of battle. This is a story of a boy, who through greatness and trial, becomes the most powerful being the universe has ever known…
Paragon’s Heaven: Book One: Birth of the Titan.
Chapter 1: Destiny’s beginning.
“That’s him? That’s the boy? The son of Claudius…”
The firm voice of Colonel Alina reverberated off the vast stone walls of the Observation room at Juros Military academy. A large platform hovered silently over a pit filled with a clear-like substance. The vast hall was dark, except for the acute lighting eminating from the panels on the observation platform. The clear like substance showed an image of a young man, barefooted and shirtless, walking on the beach. He had a firm build, dark brown hair. He was staring into the vastness of Earth’s Ocean.
“Yes Alina, it appears to be,” Arch Lieutenant Kraken emerged from the darkness, clicking panels and pushing buttons rapidly.
“Although I would’ve expected him to be taller, is this really what they want? This child is on a planet in Terra, the middle dimension. They really expect us to retrieve this weakling because of his reputation? He doesn’t even know his own identity! That he is the grandson of the most powerful being ever to exist in the universe! His Grandfather fought a war on that very planet and gave his life so that the Enemy could be defeated! So that Shadow could be separated from light! This….”
Kraken snorted in disgust, “Rodent….is not worth out time nor our effort, and yet we are ordered to give him both! He is a disgrace to all Angels, to his grandfather, and especially to-”
