The Holy Orders of Be Good

By Hayden Pearton

The Prophet's Holy Orders must be obeyed, no matter what. Whether he asks you to start a farm, marry a man betrothed to another, kill yourself or destroy a council of faith, his words must be followed without question.
Through ten short stories, witness the struggles of ten people as they attempt to carry out the Prophet's Will.
Additionally, uncover a never-before-seen alternate ending to Be Good, centered on Luceel Voraine as she embarks on a quest for revenge...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hayden Pearton
• Release date: Jul 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463077511

Hayden Pearton

Hayden Pearton is an independent author, physiotherapist and all-round good guy.He is humble beyond compare, and if you can believe that, you can believe anything.He started writing when he was eighteen and hasn’t stopped since.

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THE HOLY ORDERS OF BE GOOD

By Hayden Pearton

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Published by Hayden Pearton at Smashwords

Author photography by Kathleen Marais

Cover royalty free

Copyright 2019 Hayden Pearton

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Discover other titles by Hayden Pearton:

The Chronicles of New Eden

Awakening

Sunrise Sapling

The Metrophobia Collective

Koinophobia

Autophobia

Xenophobia

The Beggar Chronicles

The Beggar Knight

Be Good

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A Word of Warning: the following Holy Orders are best enjoyed AFTER reading Be Good.

Otherwise, prepared to be spoiled.

Proceed at your own risk…

Contents

Holy Order 0 – Prophet Imran

Holy Order 1 – Prion Lorral

Holy Order 2071 – Prion Slovek

Holy Order 2835 – Prion Caine

Holy Order 5327 – Prion Sylbol

Holy Order 7877 – Prion Beliere

Holy Order 9402 – Prion Lutze

Holy Order 9743 – Prion Garnick

Holy Order 9806 – Prion Marken

Holy Order 9909 – Prion Pathos

What Could Have Been: An Alternate Ending for Be Good

About the Author

For Chanelle, you are my guiding light

For My Family, you are my sturdy foundation

For Michael, you are my greatest project

And For You, may you become whatever you wish to be

Holy Order 0: Build the Church of the Priarch

Prophet Imran

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Rion Imran, third son of Marra and Saed, was in trouble.

He hadn’t caught a single fish in three days.

He had spent the past few days fishing in the Southward section of Lake Elcaro. Normally, the lake would be teeming with Whitefins and Dusty Rakes; however, he had seen not a single fish since the start of his search.

At this rate, he would be forced to beg his neighbours for enough food to feed his family.

It was not a thought he wanted to entertain.

Aside from begging or hoping for a sudden influx of fish, there was one other option.

The Northward side of the Lake.

He had grown up hearing about how dangerous the Northward side was. The narrowing of the canyon and the turbulent waters beyond often produced flash floods which could occur without warning.

Many a fisherman, hoping to make their fortune, had lost their lives to the sudden wave of water which they could not hope to avoid.

But Rion was hungry, and his parents were counting on him.

Bringing in his nets, he picked up his paddle and started to row.

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It took him three hours to row to the Northward side, but it was worth it.

As soon as he had cast his net into the water, he had felt that familiar tug. Reeling it in, he had found two Whitefins and a Dusty Rake. Perhaps the fish on this side of the lake, having never known the danger of fishermen, had abandoned all sense of caution.

So he threw his net again.

And again.

And each time, it came back full.

However, at the same time, he noticed a cloud gathering above the canyon. When he had arrived, it had been white and airy.

Now it looked like a storm contained.

But he still had space in his boat. One more haul, and then he would go home a hero. His family would not know the pangs of hunger for a very long time.

Just one more…

He took hold of the net, keeping an eye on the heavens above. The storm rumbled, letting him know of its presence. This would not take long.

He threw the netting as far as his arms would allow. A heartbeat later, the braided rope sunk beneath the surface.

Lightning suddenly lit the sky, illuminating the canyon outlet. Was the water level rising?

No. He still had time.

He counted to twenty, and then he started to pull in his haul. From the weight of it, it would be the largest one yet. Once he returned to the village, he would be a legend amongst fishermen.

Only a few more seconds, and he would return with a month’s worth of fish.

And then… everything fell apart.

He pulled, but the line did not respond. It had gotten stuck.

No! he cried, but only the storm heard his words.

And then, it replied.

A lance of lightning struck the water before him, blinding him. When his eyes finally blinked away the darkness, he saw that the lighting had only been the storm’s introduction.

But now, it roared.

It had sent forth a great torrent of water which came rushing into the lake faster than he could believe. There was no time to panic. There was no time to pray… not that there were any gods worth praying to around here.

The water rose into a wave which towered over him, and in that moment, he knew that his greed had been his undoing. He would die beneath the waves, and his body would never be found.

A moment later, the wave hit, and he disappeared from the world…

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Rion floated in the void. Before him, and around him, was infinite darkness.

So this was death? It was bleaker than he had imagined.

Nothing to do but float around in the void for the rest of eternity?

Surely there must be more to this?

And then the words came.

Come forward, my child, said a voice that belonged to no man.

There, in the distance, was something other