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Chapter 49: Reaping the Harvest
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Warrior of the Way Chapter 50: Reaping the Harvest
Pastor Adrian left his seat in the front row, climbed the three blue carpeted steps to the platform, and clapped his hands along with the music. Minister of Music, James Henderson, brought the song to a close and dutifully stepped back, his small hands resting on the topside of his acoustic guitar. He gave Adrian a peculiar look, but Rhychard couldn't see a reason for it. Perhaps James was one of the pastor's victims. Maybe James just realized the man was a jerk. Adrian held up his hands. "Welcome, friends and guests! We are glad you have joined us for this great experience as we begin a new venture here at Harvest Fellowship. You have given up your Saturday night to share in an experience you will never have again. You have shown that being in church is more important than being in a nightclub getting drunk. I'm proud of you! And I promise, tonight, God will justly reward you for your efforts."The congregation cheered and clapped. It was more like a pep rally than a church service,
Warrior of the Way Chapter 51: Reaping the Harvest
The pastor's eyes were flaming red slits as they narrowed their focus onto the honey-colored lady before him. Rhychard watched as he stretched his arms, the claws of Vargas ripping through human flesh, blood dripping from the open wounds. "You!" He pointed an arm—half demon, half human—at Buttercup. "You should have stayed hidden."Rhychard reached over his shoulder and drew his sword. The blade glowed a deep blue, its heat filling his hand as the voices of a dozen Warriors screamed for release. They wanted to slay the demon. Rhychard was okay with that. :Adrian is Vargas! He's going after Buttercup.: Rhychard did a springboard leap off the ledge and out over the congregation. Kree roared, sending most of the hysterical mob around them scrambling. Rhychard tucked his head under, did a somersault in the air and landed in a crouch in front of Tryna and her charge. Vargas struck James Henderson across the throat slicing halfway through the man's neck as the demon gripped a microphone stan
Warrior of the Way Chapter 52: Reaping the Harvest
When Rhychard uncovered his eyes, all he saw was Buttercup standing there with the golden pole holding the American flag. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the sulfurous smoke floating in the air that once was Vargas. The Warrior approached her, wrapping her into his jacket with his damaged arm. She fell into him, the sobs erupting from her frail body.Rhychard held his sword in front of him, waiting for the few gargoyles that remained to attack. However, with their leader gone, they just spun in the air and flew off, leaving the place littered with carcasses and broken chunks of the building.The church shook as pieces of the ceiling began to fall around them. The magic that had started to open the way to the Nether now had nowhere to go and collapsed in on itself."C'mon, lady. Time to go.":Warrior, quick. Tryna found Renny in the pastor's office.:Rhychard led Buttercup through the chaos and wreckage around them until he reached the office of Adrian Michaels. Shelves we
Warrior of the Way Chapter 53: Lore Master
Mephalus stood, the Guardian Sword in his hand, blood dripping from the sword's edge. Power flooded through him as he gazed around at the slaughter that made the voices of the four souls trapped inside the Guardian Sword screech at him to halt the massacre. Mephalus only laughed at them, ignoring their attempts to control the sword's path, preventing him from moving in the course he desired. With ease, the elf shrugged off their feeble attempts to halt his rampage. Yet, they persisted. What choice did they have?Nothing, however, would stop him, no matter how many of those puny Sidhe Warrior Masters they sent to take him captive. They would all wind up just like the first batch of elven cronies they sent after him. Dead. Gutted like yesterday's catch of fish."Mephalus, stop this foolishness," Kendalais called out over the cries of the dying elves and men. "You are a Warrior of the Way. This destruction is not the path you chose." Mephalus laughed even harder, his head tilted to the s
Warrior of the Way Chapter 54: Lore Master
Whistling filled the air as flaming arrows launched from the townspeople, aimed at Mephalus—or rather, in his vicinity. Fire blazed trails of light through the black night, streaking their way toward the bodies that littered the earth around Mephalus's feet. The arrows pierced the ground, the flames catching the dry earth and the bodies that lay dead on the ground. The flames flickered, sparking fires that engulfed all around the elven Warrior. More arrows sliced the air, igniting even more fires. The fiery rain continued.Mephalus sent furtive glances around him; flames engulfed the entire area. He screamed at the townspeople, but more fiery arrows headed off every advance he made to escape the fire. He turned to Kendalais. "Is this how your king passes judgment?" he bellowed into the night. "You allow these…humans…to kill one of your kind?"Kendalais slid his sword into its scabbard before crossing his arms over his chest. He stared down at Mephalus with cold, detached eyes. "You kn
Warrior of the Way Chapter 55: Lore Master
Moving to present time:Not for the first time, Rhychard Bartlett stood there staring at the desolated ruins. It wasn't supposed to end this way, everything he loved destroyed. He was supposed to receive his happily-ever-after. He deserved his reward for saving the day, for defeating Vargas and putting an end to the Gateway to the Nether by blocking the evil that dwelt there from reaching Harbor City. He earned his happy ending with all the sacrifices he made and the betrayals he was forced to endure. He deserved to get his Renny back. They were supposed to be happy. It was his due!Yet, even Rhychard knew no one received a guarantee ensuring them a happy-ever-after, especially a Warrior of the Way.He came close, his grip inches from claiming his prize. Yet, as his father always said, almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. Almost doesn't count in life or even in matters of the heart.Or in battles with the Unseelie, the creatures of the Void.Rhychard stared at the charr
Warrior of the Way Chapter 56: Lore Master
Aradhon made his way through the woods until he found the small creek that flowed past the church property on its way to the Indian River. The sun lifted high into the afternoon sky and sweat beaded upon his brow. Still, it was not as hot as the Nether, and he was grateful his prince sent him to oversee the new Gateway. Aradhon did not lie to the Warrior. He was not directly involved in the plans to raise a new Gateway to the Nether. He was merely a…watchdog, so to speak, here to make sure the one in charge succeeded.And he would succeed. Aradhon would make sure of it. The demon, Vargas, may have underestimated the human Warrior, but Aradhon would not be so naïve. The Warrior's power resided in the sword he carried, and it was a power the human had yet mastered. That was the reason behind the meeting, after all. Aradhon wanted to gauge the level of Rhychard Bartlett's training.It wasn't far.Aradhon could see it in the Warrior's eyes as well as the slight probing the elf did of the h
Warrior of the Way Chapter 57: Lore Master
Rhychard hated mornings, especially mornings that required him to get out of bed and haul other people's stuff around for free. Of course, this morning it wasn't simply other people's years of collected junk. It was his mother's. Worse than working early in the morning for free, he dreaded working for family. They not only expected you to work for free, but they expected you to be happy about it. Rhychard's wallet was far from happy. Some people refused to own a truck for just that reason. Once the news was out you owned one, every family member and freeloading friend you had asked you to help them move something. It was the same with his business, My Hand Truck & I. The part some of his friends—and his mother—didn't comprehend was that it was his business, his livelihood, and not a charity."I'm your mother," Catherine Bartlett reminded him when she asked for his help. "You're going to charge the lady who fed you and clothed you for twenty years? The woman who spent ten hours and sixt
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