Power Trilogy Book One: An Ancient Power

By Ethan Ransom Becker

Kyle Foster's summer starts off in an interesting way when he encounters a space object that crash-lands in the forest. Kyle goes off to investigate, and the UFO zaps him with incredible power. As the weeks go by, Kyle learns that he now has control of this power, and it changes everything, including his relationships with his best friends. On top of the usual worry of a teen, Kyle becomes aware that there is another UFO related to the first heading toward Earth. Kyle's caution proves true when the alien attacks, and on top of all of this, other humans are also taking an interest in Kyle, with their own ideas in mind for his power.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ethan Ransom Becker
• Release date: Mar 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301243860

Ethan Ransom Becker

Lived in Texas my whole life, grew up in Joshua, Tx, but currently living and going to school in Odessa, Tx. I'm in college at UTPB, training to be a history teacher hopefully here in Texas. I've been writing since high school, and hope to start making my life soon.

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Power Trilogy Book One: An Ancient Power

Written By Ethan Ransom Becker

Copyright 2012 by Ethan Ransom Becker

Cover Art by Ashley Brown

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After the Beginning

When the universe began, it was just a jumbled mixture of pure and uncontained energy. It was chaos; chaos beyond the comprehension of human kind, or that of any mortal race that has ever existed or will ever exist. It was shapeless and violent, and basically anything that could possibly happen was possible. There were no rules, no order, and no balance to this young universe.

However, when the universe was created, two incredible energies were also produced alongside the chaos. These incredible energies were so condensed and complex they began to have semi-conscious thought processes. These energies were similar, yet as different from each other as night and day. These energies being opposites began affecting the chaos around them, and slowly, as if taking their example, the rest of the universe fell into some semblance of order. After an immeasurable amount of time, the infinite power of the universe calmed enough to be molded.

These two beings began shaping the universe as we come to be a part of, creating the stars in the sky and the infinite amount of planets that orbit them. Through their efforts, destructive energies older than time were effectively sealed away, allowing relative peace to rule the universe.

These beings, composed of pure energy, govern the universe, maintaining the rules that they together composed. As eons passed, they shaped millions of wonders that we now see in the night sky. Many of the planets of relatively younger stars sprouted with life, but these were of little concern to these beings, for the existence of these worlds lasted about as long to them as a flash of lightning would to us.

Stars and planets died, and their remains reformed into new stars and planets. Thus, the endless cycle of the life of the universe began. The great Chaos was over; the universe had been tamed.

However, these energies were old, comprised of the violent energies that at one time reigned supreme in the universe. They had successfully brought an end to the most violent time of the universe, except for themselves. The last remnants of the violent time were now housed in these colossus energies. And since the only thing left for them to tame were each other, they began warring with each other. In essence, there had been a war since the beginning; it was the conflict that created balance, but energy cannot be destroyed, only transferred. They essentially drew the most destructive and violent energies into themselves, and there it would stay for eternity, to be stored for all time or unleashed on each other.

For all time after the great Chaos, this war went on. To this day it goes on. In its history, this war has almost created as much chaos as it has prevented. Countless planets teeming with life have been destroyed by the war of these primal forces. However, this war has also led to some of the most beautiful and wondrous forms ever documented.

Yet despite the conflict, and through the destruction and creation of countless billions of stars and planets, it is all one immense power, for it all came from one source. This is a power that mortals were never supposed to have access to. Unfortunately though, this is an infinite universe, with infinite possibilities. The universe is home to many displays of incredible power. How would it be if just a portion of this power was granted to one person? Is it possible to control the energy that can as easily destroy a world as it could save one from destruction? Can a mortal race learn to use such a power before it destroys itself? Can a mortal race be wise enough to use such a power properly?

Chapter One

Final’s week sucked. There was no other way to put it. If anyone was unlucky enough to even have to take any finals. Most were qualified to exempt all of theirs, and if not, a deal could be made to take it early, so kids could spend the week with friends.

Kyle Foster, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He just didn’t have the capacity to get commended on the state’s stupid standardized tests. It wasn’t that he wasn’t smart, but he just wasn’t much of a great test taker. He had no problem passing assignments and had been described as an excellent note taker, but when it came to tests, he usually only passed by the skin of his teeth.

The one bit of luck he had was that the only final he had to take was geography, which was one of his favorite classes this year. The teacher, Mr. Rivet, was absolutely amazing: he was funny when he wanted to be, had a great taste for music, and he loved the subject he taught. He was originally from California, and this would be his sixteenth year teaching at Permian, although no one could guess why he would want to leave California in the first place. One thing that everyone did know was that he could be a hard teacher if he wanted to be, and Kyle was thinking that he had decided to be one when he made this test. Kyle and the other three people in their taking the test had talked him into letting them use whatever notes that they had on them as they walked into the room, but they weren’t allowed to go to their lockers if they had notes there.

Kyle was bent over his test, speedily filling in blanks. He had already filled in the sections he felt the best about, and now he was going through the more tough sections. Vocabulary was easy, but anything with a map, especially if it was a map of Europe, gave him a headache. Anything to do with the North American continent was great, except for states and capitals. Africa was just terrible, while South America Kyle found to be pretty easy. It was a good thing Mr. Rivet was such a good teacher.

With a sigh of relief, Kyle had finished the last section, which was over the states and their capitals. He walked to the front of the room, feeling very confident of the test he was about to turn in. He could feel the other two students in the room watch as he passed them, one a boy who would be taking this same test for the third time, and a girl who had instantly returned her nose into her giant binder for this class. Mr. Rivet watched Kyle as he walked up the aisle and put his test on the top of the third person’s test that had already left on the corner of his desk marked Turn in Assignments. When he checked that Kyle’s name was on it, he turned back to his computer, saying, Have a good summer, Mr. Foster.

You, too, sir, Kyle said quietly, then turned and left the room. It was hard to tell if Mr. Rivet liked any of his students, or even if he didn’t like them for that matter. Kyle, however, got the sense that Rivet liked him, maybe because Kyle managed to get stuff in on time, and if not, to at least get it in as soon as possible.

Kyle let out a sigh of relief upon leaving the room. The halls were completely deserted; you could probably hear Kyle’s light footsteps throughout the entire building. The first thing Kyle did was go to the bathroom, for he had been sitting in Rivet’s room for about an hour and a half. Rivet would probably have let him go to the bathroom during the test, but Kyle didn’t want to stay in the building or have a test to worry about for that long. After that, he went by his locker to pick up his bag and lock. The school allowed for the students to use their lockers up to the last day, but any locks found after five in the afternoon would be cut, and any contents were either trashed or donated. Kyle only had a shoulder bag with a book, his new iPhone, three-dollar sunglasses and hat in it.

He looked over both shoulders before checking the phone. His friend Justin had tried to call him only minutes before. He must have forgotten Kyle thought. Justin Slade and his twin sister Julianne, who usually went by Jules, had been his neighbors and friends since they were in second grade. Justin and Julianne were as opposite as twins could possibly be in Kyle’s eyes; if you didn’t know them, you probably wouldn’t even had guessed that they were related. Their family had moved to Odessa to be closer to their grandparents. The Slades had originally lived in Odessa, but Thomas, the twin’s father, had gone to college in Florida. There, he met who was to be his future wife, Kerri. They got married and lived in Florida, but decided to move to Odessa when Kerri’s parents passed away within two years of each other. So now, the Slades live just next door to the Fosters. Kyle was only eight when he met the twins. As they got to know each other, Kyle became jealous of them. As twins, they would always have someone to hang out with, while Kyle only had a little sister. However, as the years went by, they became as much like siblings as his little sister and best friends.

Kyle was putting his phone in his pocket and wasn’t looking when he turned the corner and bumped into someone. He felt a head bounce off of his boney chest.

Oh, sorry, he said quickly, and looked up to see who it was.

Emma Ocean was rubbing her forehead with the hand not holding a large book. Her long blonde hair was put into a pony tail, and she wore jeans and a faded AC/DC t-shirt (it looked authentic to Kyle).

She shook her head apologetically, saying No, no; that was my fault. I’m sorry. Oh, hi Kyle, she said when she saw who it was.

Hey, Emma. I thought you didn’t have any finals? he asked, remembering her gloating from the week before.

Oh, I don’t. I just had to return this book to the library, she said, indicating the book under her arm. I’ve had it for nearly two weeks, and I just found it this morning. I was using it for that research paper and just kept procrastinating about taking it back. So, I talked my mom into dropping me off so I could return it. Better late than never, she joked. How was your final?

Kyle shrugged, saying, It wasn’t that bad. I had about half of it in the bag. Some of it I can truly say is going to be a toss-up, but overall fine.

Well, that’s good, she replied. After a second of silence, she said, I better get going; my mom is waiting on me.

Oh, yeah. Sure. See you later? he asked.

Bye, was her response as she walked past Kyle. Kyle continued on his way, his day just having become much better.

Kyle exited the front door and was greeted by a bright and very hot sun. He quickly pulled out his hat and glasses and put them on. West Texas at the beginning of summer was excruciatingly hot, and it only got hotter from this point. Kyle had lived in Odessa his whole life, so he was quite used to the heat of what many consider to be a dessert. But Kyle liked it here. It was nice and open area; you could see the stars clearly at night. Nighttime was also one of the few times it felt comfortable enough to go outside in summer.

Luckily though, Kyle’s Mom was waiting for him in the parking lot in front of the school. She waved to him when she saw the door opening. She had a wide brimmed hat and sunglasses shielding her thin face, and a floral sun dress almost reaching the ground. Kyle always felt that his mother tried maybe a little too hard at trying to look stylish when she