Destiny

By Elyon Zarall

This is not a story about a damsel in distress. Jade has dedicated her entire life to find the murderers of her parents and destroy them. When she meets Michael the Archangel after a fight in a club parking lot her world turns upside down and she discovers that her true destiny is tied to his in ways that she can't deny.

When Michael's world invades Jade's life and puts her in the path of danger she finds help in an unlikely ally and she will have to find ways to protect them all and the strength to stand alone in the face of all evil or doom them all.

In her debut novel ,author Elyon Zarall manages to capture witty characters with weird humor and deadly battle skills that wrap you in the story and make you want more of them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elyon Zarall
• Release date: Dec 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370935925

Elyon Zarall

Hello there, I am author Elyon Zarall. I discovered my love for books when I was a child and reading some of my favorite authors has encouraged me to write my own stories as they weren't keeping quiet in my head and wanted to be let out into the world. I spend my time between the Middle East and Europe as I am one of the people that has a regular job. My book first book is called Destiny and it's part of a three book saga , it's my first one and as an indie I am more than proud about being able to write it, any mistakes in it belong solely to me.

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Preface

The light was most beautiful when it touched the temple at dusk, the site a magnificent combination of flower terraces, marble statues and green gardens around a magnificent open building made out of sandstone.

Today the Fates called to me and I answered. They had a plan but I was not sure I was brave enough to go on with it or lose myself to it, I liked my simple life but I yearned for adventure. They offered me the adventure of a lifetime, go to Earth as a human and stand by the side of one of the most powerful Archangels to stop the world from being destroyed, no big deal, except from the fact that I would not remember right away who I was and I would have to start from scratch, not having powers and being someone totally different than who I was now.

Child, it is almost time. One of them approached me and gently guided me to a chair in the main room . From here if you would look up , you could see the children flying up in the sky, their wings sparkling white in the sun, their laughter an echo in the huge temple.

What if I will not be ready? I asked

You will be ready, you have been chosen and once you walk on the path the wheels of time will not stop. You will have to option but to succeed or all will be lost.

Will he know? I asked knowing that he would look for me when I would no longer be here.

He will know to look for you, but not who you are. they answered and it broke my heart, for millennia we had been friends, and somewhere along the way I fell for him but had no courage to confess my feelings. He was a warrior, I a time keeper, we did not fit with each other in our world.

Thinking of the differences we had made my resolve stone hard. I would be what they wanted me to be, there was no choice about it, I will not be the downfall of us all.

I'm ready. I said as I sat in the huge wooden chair and they surrounded me linking hands.

Bless you child, may God light your steps and clear your mind. as they said that white light began to pulsate from them enveloping me and I felt myself being transformed into energy,my journey began in a flash.

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes to the dark curtains of my bedroom and the sun shining trough the gaps as the AC moved the curtains gently on its breeze. I couldn't live without the AC anymore, especially in the summer when it would be set to the cool 20 degrees that i was comfortable with, in the winter i used the fireplace whenever I stayed here after coming back from a work trip .

I dragged the comforter closer to my body and snuggled into it , it was my small comfort pleasure to feel the soft sheets around me,the smell of the conditioner and the cocooned sensation of protection it gave. I stretched all of my muscles feeling a bit work out and my legs being the ones to suffer the most ,cramping at my attempt to stretch.

Ok Jade ,today is your day I said to just motivate myself to leave the comfort of my warm and cozy bed .

I got up and pulled open the curtains to reveal the warm sun of september and the forest and lake below .

Upstate New York , nothing like it I said while smiling and thinking that as much as i loved the city and its busy streets, the colorful people and the vibe of youth it always gave , my cabin in the woods was the place that gave me peace and a sense of security like no other in the world. This was my place of peace, where I came whenever I needed to relax and sort my mind out , center myself and lock away all the horrors of the world that I could see.

I decided to relax until the afternoon when my friends would get here for a small weekend getaway filled with wine, cocktails and lots of pizza , pasta and as much chocolate cake that we could gorge on . I smiled when I was thinking that my crazies were like my family and having found each-other in this life was a blessing, one that I kept in my heart with all those sweet and crazy we managed to create along the way .

My cabin plan was simple yet practical , open floor plan downstairs with a huge living room with huge windows facing the small tree forest below and the lake and a beautiful wooden deck to relax on and enjoy the view , a big kitchen so that from time to time I could try on some recipes or cakes that would make me not want to move after eating them, a bathroom for my guests , a pantry , storage area and garage to fit my permanent 4x4 and the other car I decided to drive up to here.

Upstairs was another story , when I bought the land and decided to build the cabin i wanted big bedrooms with each having its own bathroom and balconies to go around to enjoy the view from every part of the house , and that's just what I built . My bedroom had huge windows and a huge bed which was secretly my treasure as most of my comfort comes from comfortable and soft things , ironically contrasting with my life, a walk in medium closet where I kept comfy sweat pants,jeans , sweaters and t-shirts, hiking boots and trainers, my bathroom on the other hand was large , with a bathtub that faced the forest below and a walk in shower that was pure sin , oh how I loved my hot showers. Opposite the shower was a huge mirror that gave the feel of doubling the space and double sinks that were set in marble countertops. I loved every part of this cabin as it was mine, built from my heart and with a desire to make it my permanent home in the days when I would feel to old or couldn't work anymore.

I stripped away the cotton pajamas and turned on the shower . I felt every ache of my sore body and every new bruise as the water soothed and softened the tension in my shoulders and back . Hot showers were another guilty pleasure of mine, one that I would miss in those weeks wen i couldn't get one, i guess thats why I built myself this little piece of secluded heaven almost on top of a mountain and deep within a forest,close to New York , but far enough that I could have my peace .

Washing my hair was almost a weekly torture , I had long dark brown hair and sun kissed strands in the mix and was between slick and curly, you know , that type that rebels and stays in whatever position it wants after you wash it . I guess that the best thing about it was that it wouldn't get greasy , I would wash it every 4 days and it looked impeccably after my shampoo,conditioner and oil treatments. I rarely cut it and it reached my middle back almost all the time since 7th grade. My mom liked short hair so up until I could actually decide what I wanted to do with my hair i had to have it her way, yup even bowl cut with curly bangs and all , imagine my torture of never being able to have my hair tied in a pony tail but a palm on top of my head with those cursed hair ties.

Finishing my routine in the shower after almost one hour of utter bliss i wrapped my hair in a towel and soaked my body in oils and herbal medicines oils for my bruises and my dry skin.

Damn, I should really stop doing this desert thing, I look a mess every time I come from there. I said looking at my skin and bruises .

I jumped in comfy sweat pants and a tank top , my favorite outfit of choice when relaxing and adding the zip up hoodie I stole from my best friend Andy more than half a year ago when it was too cold at his place and he gave me the only thing that didn't fit him anymore , which happened to be a navy blue burberry hoodie, strange for a guy whose shoulders looked like a linebackers and usually didn't care about fashion .

If there was one thing I loved in life that was a good cup of coffee with milk and sugar to sweeten it more , sometimes I added cardamon or got the real arabic golden cardamon coffee whenever i could. So after finishing my beauty/cleaning routine i went to get myself some coffee and pop in te oven some cheese croissants for breakfast. My love for carbs knows no limit, hot bread with butter and sometimes strawberry jam, croissants, cheese filled rolls ,pizza and pasta were my favorite and most likely my meal of choice wherever I happened to be in the world ,although my body didn't show it.

I was slim built,tall with a clear eastern-european DNA running trough my ancestry, I guess wearing heels was always on second plan because at 5ft 10 I was towering over most of my friends already ,but thankfully not my team mates .

I took my breakfast on the deck and my other sometimes guilty pleasure in the form of a cigarette pack , don't get me wrong , I was not heavy smoker , but coffee and cigarettes and alcohol and cigarettes went hand in hand sometimes. Today i felt like one.

It was easy to get lost in the view, the calm of the water and the gentle sway of the trees ,the breeze and smell of pine and the mountain on the other side of the lake that looked like a guardian towering over natures beauty. It was often that I would find myself napping on the deck sofa after spending some time out here.

My phone rang and pulled me out of my daydreaming.

I smiled looking down on it .

Grandma ! I said answering

Oh dear , where have you been , I have been trying to reach you for hours

Ummm... sleeping ... I said

What happened? Are you okay gran? I said beginning to worry about her , at 81 she was not a young bird anymore , but mischievous as one could be

Well , you know... you have to come for your uncles birthday she said quickly

Grams nooo , seriously no , that old witch is going to be there too

Well he is married to her what would you expect ?

But gran ... I tried in vain as her next words melted my heart

You love your uncle, its the witch that we all hate , but Danny and Emma are going to be there also and they are bringing their kids

Ohh I miss the little ones so much,

Then be there , its sunday afternoon so you have time to prepare

Prepare?

Yes , buy the cake and bring good coffee ,oh and something for the kids

Gran are you using me as a bellboy again?

Nope , just errand boy, I almost forgot bring me one of those nice nice wines that you know i love so much

Gran i think it would be time you stopped liking wine

No chance in hell dear, it makes my pipes work

Gran! TMI

Seriously dear, wait until you get this old and you'll see

Ok ok , don't get so worked up about it I laughed at her antics as I loved the living life out of her feisty temperament, she just didn't care anymore about what people thought.

Good , now don't be late and don't forget the wine she said sounding serious

Alright alright , geez I know you won't let me forget

It's at four by the way

Ok , see you then

Love you dear she said

Love you too gran I said as we ended our quick conversation .

I dreaded family meetings as it involved seeing the witch in person. Donna was my uncles wife and I don't think I could have met a more annoyingly stupid one even if I travelled the world and back.

She couldn't cook , for the life of her , luckily my uncle could. She was the queen of gossip and bragging as she would always gloat about Danny's work and family . And she had hated my mom with a passion, as my mom was also witty and wouldn't put up with her antics. I would never forget the day when I was 11 and she told me that my dad had stole from their house while visiting, because they were missing a necklace after that. If Danny wouldn't have been there I would have claimed her head with a frying pan. Luckily he was there and told her that she probably lost it wile wearing it , it was a family heirloom and came from my grandfather who gave it to her as a wedding present .It had been in our family for generations. My dislike for that woman ran deep and I wasn't hiding it anymore.

I turned on my phone and dialed the bakery I knew my gran loved and that had one of the most delicious cakes ever made, it was a family business in jersey and they always delivered . I ordered the red velvet cake and a strawberry and chocolate one along with macaroons and custard filled biscuits my uncle liked. Next i called the winery and asked them for 3 bottles of Romanian white wine that my grandma got addicted to after meeting my grandfather. Gifts for my uncle and kids were next as I called one of our assistants and asked her to pick a Tom Ford wallet and 2 jackets from Ralph Lauren for the kids along with some toys. I set all the deliveries for 3 pm at my grandmas house.

I turned my phone off as I had wanted alone time, and on a friday , anything could happen and I didn't want my alone time to be disturbed. I flattened the sofa and sat in the huge center facing the woods and began calming my breath and visualizing a rose. The rose was my mind. The outer petals were my outer layers, the inner layers represented my inner self and the center was my most inner self, my soul. I had learned this when i was in Tibet from a Buddhist monk,it was a journey of discovery, a journey of being self centered and looking at your soul.

I don't know how much time passed as i found myself back in the past . It was a happy day and we were driving back from Philly to New York , my mom and dad sang along with me to the baby songs for my little sister who was four and driving us all insane. Curly blonde hair that looked like silk framed her face and eyes that matched mine, a grey shade that changed with emotion, were smiling at our antics. I was 12 at that time and happy as most children my age were ,having a loving family and the best parents in the world.

The interstate was full of traffic as it was a thursday night, and we were making our way almost like a snail towards our home in New York. The last thing I remember about them was the cheery smiles and clapping , then all changed. A blinding light and a noise that was like a thunder and our car flew to the other lane upside down. All went black for a moment and my fuzzy mind came to back in the car, hanging upside down and staring at the crushed front seats where my parents were, I screamed at the sight in front of me. Then when i turned to my left , my sister was hanging limp in the seat, glass embedded in her small frame and blood flowing over her face. I cried and screamed until my throat ran dry and to this day I can't remember how I unbuckled my seat belt but I remember trying to get to Lanie and wake her up, trying to crawl to my mom and dad who were crushed under the dashboard and limp in the front seats. Then strong hands grabbed me through the window and I saw the face that would be my mentor from that point on in life.

Sshh, i have you , you're safe now

I remember screaming that my family was inside but he walked away with me in his arms and I screamed and kicked until I couldn't move anymore, and just before i passed and my vision started to blur out i saw someone next to our destroyed car ,he had wings and a slight white glow .Noooooooooo I screamed with the last of my strength and icy cold blue eye turned my way and I could swear I heard him whisper Soon little one and that is when all my lights went off and I couldn't remember anything after that.

I woke up in the hospital to my gran holding my hand and crying softly, my uncle looking a mess in a chair by the door and my aunt napping next to him with her head on my cousins shoulder. They looked like ghosts, and i understood then , looking at the broken people around me that I was alone , my family was gone. They had to keep me sedated for a week as every time I woke up I would scream my heart out . After that I was painfully numb, until the day my saviour visited .

Damian was his name and he was a huge blonde guy with big kind eyes and a smile that felt like heaven .He sat next to me on the bed and explained what happened, as no one had the courage for they feared my fragile mind couldn't take it. He told me that this was no accident but bad people that wanted to hurt other people had planned this and they hurt so many that day. What had happened was that terrorists thought of another bloodshed and had full fuel trucks along a 5 mile streak of highway rigged with explosives at rush hour. They all detonated at once, claiming the lives of 300 people and injuring 700 more. It was one of the most horrible attacks before 9/11 on US soil. And my family was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, innocent bystanders with no choice in te matter. I remember the intensity in my eyes and the rage building up inside as I looked at him and said I want revenge and he looked not surprised at all when his soft eyes said Alright, but you will have to work towards it , I vowed I would and from that day my vow was never broken and my new life started.

Chapter 2

My father had been a wise man as my grandfather before him and ad built NovaXCorp after my grandfather gave his children the control over it. It started off as a small construction company and as the years flew it branched out into real estate, investments and brokerage, M&A and everything in between , until it became one of the biggest corporations in the world with 17 different business branches and it continued to expand. At my fathers death it had 13 different business sides as my uncle and him travelled the world and learned about different businesses, my grandfather gave them wings with 7 powerful subsidiaries and they made it into an empire, creating a 20 year plan to build upon.

My fathers and mothers will left me everything, the houses, shares ,cars and full control over my estate as soon as I became of age. They left me invaluable counsel in the form of my dads attorney Albert Rottwick and I always looked up to him as father figure since then. He managed my estate alongside my grandmother and made brilliant work of it. They invested in some upstart companies and man did it pay off. I now probably had a hand in everything from films to music to petrol and aviation. So by the time I could take it in control I couldn't even count the zeroes on the papers.

My gran and uncle always tried to make sure I wasn't missing on anything , they gave me the love they had and tried to be my adoptive parents and my cousin Danny became my substitute brother, six years older than I and a total soft heart when it came to me . Unlike the witch who used to refer to me as the orphan when introducing me to her friends, trying to throw away my parents things that I kept like treasures. The smallest paper was a reminder of them and the clothes had been sealed in plastic so that I could sometimes smell them to remember them . And the witch had the courage to one day going to our house and ordering everything to be packed up and sent to storage and to try and empty the house .

I got that call wile at school and I rushed to the house to catch her in the act of trying to take everything away, by the time my uncle rushed there also, I had her cornered in the library and a baseball bat ready to strike . My uncle dragged her outside and sent her away but not before I could hear her saying but I want that house, no one is living there and its not like she ever will . Needles to say my uncle was left speechless as I was and probably wanted to kill her himself.

After that day at the hospital when Damian explained what happened he took an active role in my life in the form of mentorship and friendship. At that time he was 26 and active in the military , he was one deadly SEAL and a captain at that. So instead of taking me to ballet classes and piano lessons he was training me in the gym 5 days a week and as i grew older we didn't even take weekends off. I learned weapons tactics, explosives and combat since 12 years old, I could run for 20 miles without breaking a sweat at slow pace and needles to say that my body was looking like it .

I was always slim but now I was fit , my abs had that body builder definition but my muscles were not bulging, no, I was sleek ,built for action and movement,my arms also had defined muscles and fortunately all the training did not diminish the C cup of my bra. My backside was a gift from my mothers side as it was up and perky and all the training just made it look even better. I was lucky that with my slim built body didn't come huge hips, no I was slim like an arrow, so my body became a weapon.

Since I was fifteen I started taking my qualifications for weapons at the army bases where Damian moved from and to. He was black ops and had enough pull for them to accept giving me exams at their level. Thanks to his training i aced them all, and at sixteen I was already going to college and having expert marksman on my resume.

My grandmother didn't approve of my hobby as she liked to call it but knew that i needed this in the form of releasing my demons.

Because I was ahead in school at sixteen and going to college in the fall , |I graduated early in january and I decided , at Damians recommendation to go to Japan until school started to train under the Miyairi family ,an exquisite craftsman family who have dedicated their life to making the best katanas the world has seen.

So I learned sword making