Garro: Beacon of Hope: The Garro Series, #13

By Connor Whiteley

An Undead Storm. An Ancient Weapon. A Final Beacon of Hope in the Growing Darkness.

Our darkness hour grows ever darker.

Garro and Elizabeth return to Earth. They find a long-forgotten secret. Garro's world changes forever. Can he hold his nerve?

Can Garro bring Hope to the galaxy? Or will the galaxy fall into eternal darkness?

If you love fast-paced action-packed thrilling science fiction fantasy novellas. You will love this book.

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The starting point of this fantasy and science fiction storyline is Garro: Heresy.

The Garro Series:

• Garro: Heresy
• Garro: Faithless
• Garro: Destroyer of Worlds
• Garro: Mistress of Blood
• Garro: Beacon of Hope
• Garro: End of Days

• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Mar 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393649687

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

PROLOGUE

When the Light One is killed, her soul shall scream out in utter defiance... and death.

She shall die and her soul is to be killed and never devoured.

That was the Foul Plagued One’s greatest mistake. Maybe if He had been wiser then, well, the galaxy may have been devoured.

So, unlike other friends, the Light One was killed.

Whereas her friends, Hades, Thor amongst billions more divine beings from all pantheons were devoured.

Their souls were eaten like meat and feast upon until the end of time.

Until the End Times, they will be tortured by extensions of the Foul One’s Will.

Even during the End Times, their souls will be devoured and turned into nothing.

Once a god is devoured. That is it.

The Light One may have escaped this form of ultimate damnation yet she is still dead, and the galaxy will certainly pay a price.

Even through the seeds of time, I see murderous screams and riots spreading all throughout the galaxy.

Millions are being slaughtered by the second.

The armies of Man and Alien are mobilising to no avail.

A great tear rips through the galaxy.

Devouring entire solar systems and engulfing others in an Unholy green plague.

The words of Faith are... dying.

The Light One’s death has shattered the souls of Man and their Faith is dying.

On the far corners of the Galaxy something is happening.

There is nothing there.

A great silence is falling.

A great End is coming.

Yet the vision reveals a beacon.

A guiding light there this true End Times.

A man with a staff with weird armour.

Yes, it is his soul that is the beacon but Darkness and the Foul One is coming to massacre him.

The seeds of time do not allow me to see the final outcome, but I hope for the sake of Reality that the little mortal lives.

If not, then the Final Silence shall fall on the Universe.

-Heretical Rambling of Unknown Solas Prisoner

CHAPTER 1

The constantly roaring atmosphere of Earth filled Garro’s helmet as he exited his tiny Kingfisher.

Looking up to the sky, he instantly saw the source of the roaring and the screaming- because he witnessed the tear in reality pouring Undead energy into reality.

All across the universe, you could see it.

It was a massive diseased green scar in reality that glowing energy poured out from it.

As Grand Master Garro of the Magi Order stared into the rift, whispers poured into his mind. Tempting him to be devoured but this was Garro, with a thought the whispers stopped for now.

Forcing his attention back to his mission, the Grand Master ordered his Artificial Intelligence friend Kortana to run atmospheric scans of Earth.

Meanwhile, Garro walked forward toward his target. Lustrous green bushes and bright vibrant colours of flowers filled his vision as he walked past the thick dense jungle of South America.

The mud was stinking of death and corpses as Garro’s superhuman feet sank into it.

It is safe you know, Kortana ordered.

Garro didn’t hesitate so he unclipped his helmet and loud hissing of pressurised air escaped.

The sweet, damp smell of flowers, animals and jungle air-filled Garro’s senses, as well as the shrieking and other animal noises around them.

Although, the Grand Master did have to appreciate the damp warm breeze of the jungle.

The temple should be a few metres ahead, Kortana reported.

A holographic map appeared on Garro’s right arm. Leading him to the temple,

When he hacked through a particularly stubborn tree branch, Garro’s vision was blinded with the golden shining light of the temple.

Immediately, the Grand Master placed his helmet back on and he was stunned by the majesty of such a place.

The ancient temple was a stunning display of craftsmanship and dedication as the temple’s structure was pain snakingly carved into massive stone discs. Followed by the mud was forced into the gaps of the discs to form solid walls.

Then at the very top of the temple, there was a monstrously sized polish golden plate that was perfectly positioned so when the sun hit it. All the surrounding areas were blinded in pure golden divinity.

With a cloud passing over the sun, Garro unclipped his helmet again and questioned Kortana.

Kortana, what are we looking for?

I don’t know. You said that you felt drawn to this place so here we are,

Come on, you worked with the traitors and the Undead. Was this place ever mentioned?

No, and I never worked with the Undead,

Sorry, Garro replied, knowing how much Kortana hated herself for turning traitor.

Walking over to one of the discs, Garro studied it. Hoping to learn something yet the smell of dead rotting snakes invaded his nose as he stepped on the mud covering the corpse.

Wasn’t this a Magi temple before?

Um, yes Kortana. This was the first temple and it wasn’t a Magi temple per se. It was the base of a group that formed the early version of the Magi Order. I think it’s from the time of the Tudors,

The shard around Garro’s flashed with anger.

Sorry, Kortana. It was from the time of the Aztecs of Ancient earth,

Kortana gave a little smile at Maura’s correction.

Something captured Garro’s eye as he ran his fingers along the rough stone carvings in the disc in front of him.

The carving showed a woman being light talking to a mortal then the woman was slain.

Kortana scan this image through databases please,

Why don’t you just ask our historian?

The republic hasn’t given you access to our databases, have they?

No,

Ha,

Don’t laugh!

Sorry, Maura. What is this carving?

After multiple rapid flashes of excitement, Garro reported: This seems to be a carving about the resting place of the God Magi and that this temple was the first-ever creation in Her image,

Right,

With a thought, the disc was turned to dust and Garro snapped out his railgun and slowly walked into the temple.

Upon entering the temple, Garro’s superhuman biology had to adjust to the thick layer of dust, sand and airborne debris that surged towards him.

The Grand Master was almost disgusted by the feeling of the particles whipping past his skin as he treaded into the temple.

When the thick haze of airborne debris had passed as well as the light shone into the temple. For the first time in millenniums. Garro and Kortana were ultimately disappointed.

The enormous chamber, the size of two Olympic swimming pools, was sparsely decorated with only stone discs with elaborate carvings on them.

In addition, to the stone pillars along the walls made from granite and the various trees that grew all over the chamber.

Fighting with branches and vines, Garro climbed over to the centre of the chamber. Where a skeleton laid with a bunch of papers next to it.

After his climbing trip, the Grand Master looked around the chamber one last time to try and see anything amongst the invading trees.

Nothing.

This chamber may have once been the pray chamber of the Magi temple, but now it was all overgrown and twisted by trees as well as other encroaching wildlife.

Pulling his attention to the body, Garro wiped his fingers over the bones and closed his eyes.

Using his immense magical powers, Garro’s mind flashed as the corpse’s memories and life were lived once more.

Suddenly, Garro shrieked and stumbled back.

Garro, what is it?

That man is no man. Not anymore. He might have been the first human to ever have visions and know of my mother’s existence. But... he was the first man corrupted by the Devourer as well,

It still doesn’t explain why your mother wanted you to come here,

No... Garro started before he picked up some pages of the man’s journal.

Flicking through them, the Grand Master saw endless amounts of insane ramblings and Undead prays.

Yet there was one page that depicted some type of crypt in the temple with a shine to the God Magi and some sort of strange coffin.

However, the most interesting part of