First Angel: The Source {Goddess Class Creation Series: Book Three}

FA:TS- Prologue

Prologue

Targ sighed as he paused in front of the door. These doors had not been opened for nearly a year. No one wanted to touch this room. It was their father's room. The man who created the serum that saved many of their lives and gave them purpose in a meaningless life. The man who treated them all like his children. Made them into a family.

Well, that was until he created his first goddess class creation. A creation who took on more than one characteristic. Instead of being just a cat or a bird form, they take two in almost all cases of a goddess class. And their gifts are more than any other's. So powerful. Beyond anyone's imagination.

Targ was the leader of his group now. The one that knew something was wrong with Father and tried to prevent what he had planned, though at the time Targ didn't know the extent. Father wanted his most powerful creation as his woman. Taking her even if it was against her will. Targ wouldn't stand for that.

At the time, she had found her soulmate and they fell in love. Through their love, she gained her gift. She didn't even know she had a gift when she was taken by Father. The gift of foresight. To see what would happen. That gift helped them know Father's true intentions. His misguided desire for her.

They had raced to her side and her soulmate managed to save her even when they thought she was gone forever. His kiss brought her back to life. But Father thought she was his and tried to kill her soulmate, but their love had a light to it. That light wiped Father from this life. He turned to dust. His darkness erased.

That was a sad moment for their family. Their patriarch fell from the status they had him at. He had paid for allowing the darkness that is in every human heart to consume him fully. Another gift of the goddess class, to purify completely. If someone is completely taken over by the darkness, they turn to dust by the light. Two dark leaders have fallen to dust by their own darkness.

Targ, a creation himself, was part white tiger. Even his hair was white with black streaks. He was tall and lean. He was a strong fighter, but preferred to lead as he had since that fateful day. His family has fully accepted his guidance over them.

He took a deep breathe and opened the door. He needed to deal with this. No one else was going to. Everyone has been reluctant to even come near this door. He had become their father once they changed into a creation. He was the reason they all had a second chance at life. A chance at everything, even love. Most not finding it before the change. Not a binding love some have found.

Targ himself had been battling a genetic disorder at the time Father found him. The doctors couldn't do anything for him. He was losing when he was told of the serum. A chance to live again and not worry about dying just yet. To live and one day find love. Targ had dreamt that everyday since he had been told of the chance at life.

The room before him was a sight. A thin layer of dust coated everything. The desk that sat looking out the window at the mountains outside. The shelves of books that lined the walls all around the room. The laptop that sat on the desk waiting to be touched again and used. The bed that was unkept off to the right of the door. Everything wishing to be touched and hadn't for the past year. Targ knew it was time that this room had a purpose again.

Targ closed the door behind him and placed the flat boxes that were under his arm on the bed. He took the roll of tape off his wrist and popped open a box as he took in the task at hand. He set the newly constructed box down in front of the first bookcase and started to empty the shelves. When one box was full, he closed it up and made another. He set aside the few books he wanted to keep for himself.

He got the first bookcase done and moved to the next. He picked up the first hand full of books and started to turn to the box when a thunk/thud caught his ears. He moved back to see an innocent looking black leather bound journal resting on the shelf where he pulled these books out from.

Curiosity got the better of him after he set the books in his hand on top of the box they were going into and retrieved the journal. It looked well wore and loved. Completely full and used. Father's handwriting was on every page. Some sketches of sorts every so many pages.

As he skimmed a few pages, he realizes that this was the journal Father had when he created the serum. There were formulas and notes. So many scientific equations and him talking about all sorts of things.

Targ walked over to sofa that rested next to the windows adjacent to the desk. He sat and curled up on the couch and started to read through the journal. Targ learned something. Father only came up with the serum because of a "source" blood that had interesting properties. Father never said where he got the source blood from that he read.

As he looked farther and read more, he was shocked to find that Father had made a slip in the journal. He referred to the source as "she" once. All it said was that she vanished. It looked like Father tried to scratch it out but he couldn't.

There was a soft knock on the door and it opened. Targ looked up and grinned at the beauty walking over to him. A panther woman who was the tallest and the most slender woman he ever saw. And she was his mate. His soulmate to be exact. His very own love.

"You've been in here for hours and haven't got much done?" She had an eyebrow raised as she looked around. She noted the untouched flattened boxes on the bed and the books lying on the top of one semi-full box.

"Sorry, got distracted with a discovery." He held the wore journal up. "Father's journal. The one he had when he created the serum." He opened up to a page and pointed. "He had a source that started it and it was a woman!"

Her eyes shot up and wide in shock. "A woman started it all?"

"Yes."

"Then where is she? Where is the mother of us all?"

"I don't know. He wrote that she vanished. It says that the source came to him gravely injured and they feared that she wouldn't survive. As time went on, she lived and it baffled him as well as his colleges. He tested her blood and found unusual substances. She couldn't help them as she had not regain conscious since she had arrived to their care. She was in a coma from her injuries.

"Father used what he learned from his discoveries found in her blood to generate the serum. Its what started everything. The real reason we are all alive today. Father had speculated that she came to and ran."

"You're going to try and find her now, aren't you?"

"Wouldn't you want to find out about our mother? Ask why she ran in the first place?" Targ felt he needed to find her. To understand the one who started everything. Is she like them? Or is she human that happened to have unique blood? He was so much like a cat that he wanted to find out.

She laughed. "You're such a cat. Just remember that there must be a reason for her to run. She could have been scared. You can't imagine what her life was like or what it is like now."

"We can find out without intruding on her life. If she wishes for peace, I will respect it."

"Come on. Lets get more of the room settled and then get something to eat." Targ smiled as his love pulled him off the sofa and tossed the journal on it. The journal having been forgotten for the moment. He loved how she could get him back on the task at hand.

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