Warrior of the Void Bow

By Stephanie Green

Sophia, a young teenager, never quite understood the absence of her mother from her life. As she unravels the mystery, she is met with a great darkness which forces her into her destiny. This book provides the reader a great journey of love, loss, and adventure. It is a vision to awaken the warrior within and defeat the darkness Between the worlds seen and unseen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BooxAi
• Release date: Jun 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9789655782424

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Chapter 1

The Calling

Professor Young stared out the window towards the garden in the main square of the college. He was eagerly awaiting a call. A colleague of the Professor's, a layman from the local church, had made contact with a troubled young woman and referred her to him. All the layman knew was she and her family seemed to be under some sort of attack by a malevolent force. They were new followers of the church and had moved to the United States several years ago from the Middle East.

Dr. Professor Young taught advanced physics at the local college. He also risked his tenure moonlighting as the head and founder of a local paranormal investigative team. The team is called ARSLAD, which stands for Advanced Research and Search for Life After Death. This team he put together with some of his students was a passion project he held dear to his heart. Young rarely spoke about his past, but it was his experiences that fueled his drive to pursue physics and ARSLAD. Young's professional colleagues were not crazy over the idea and he received no funding. ARSLAD survived off of Young's spare income, private donations, and the student teams' own contributions. Young's passion for the paranormal was fueled by his past experiences as a child. His paranormal encounters propelled his imagination and fascination for the great unknown and his quest for answers. Most of the time the team would investigate specific cases and arrange to visit certain hot locations. But every once in a blue moon, they would have an actual case recommended to them locally. The team would use various methods to acquire evidence ranging from video footage or capturing white noise. They were successful in capturing apparitions, poltergeist phenomena, and disembodied voices on tape. The urgency behind this particular case being presented by his layman colleague struck a nerve with Young. Young recalled his colleague telling him about the young woman and how terrified she was, the sheer terror in her voice. Just as he was lost in thought over it, the phone rang and slightly startled him. He quickly picked up. This is Professor Young speaking, he stated. There was a heavy trembling breath he could hear. Professor Young?, the voice shakily asked, It's Yasmine. I'm calling about having your team come and investigate. Yes, I was expecting your call... so what exactly are you experiencing?Young asked. My sisters and I are being attacked by something and we don't know what to do to get it to stop. Are there physical attacks?Young asked. Yes...i-it touches us...says our names...hurts us and it's getting worse...we need help. Yasmina's voice started to crack as she was holding back tears. As Yasmine was explaining the situation further, the connection started to crackle and get weak. He heard a heavy breath and almost a growl. Yasmine gave Young her information and set up a date to start the investigation before the connection was abruptly cut.

Young started to reminisce and his mind wandered to the first time he saw the movie The Entity. The movie is known as one of the most aggressive, brutal hauntings based on a true story. A story Young knew all too well. His mind went back in time, back to when he was a boy. He was in his early teens when his parents got divorced and he and his mother moved into his grandmother's house. He remembered thinking how, in his mind as a young boy, his whole world flipped upside down. How he'd never had a Christmas with both his mother and father. He'd never sleep in bed between the two of them after a tickle fest. No more big Sunday brunches after church. And because they moved he was losing his schoolmates as well. He was forced to start a new life but it was one he didn't want, one he didn't ask for. It was one of the most prominent moments of his life because even as a teen, he understood the concept of control being an illusion. You're just living your life doing the best you can do and then, somehow, everything goes to complete shit. This period of traumatic events was just the beginning. Moving into his grandmother's old creepy house that he never liked to visit. Then learning his new room was the refurbished attic. He remembered the first time it happened. They had only been there a week or so. Things were still in boxes marked with whose stuff, what stuff, and the room it needed to go to. He was in his bed in the corner of the room with the closet on the other side. He remembered that feeling he got in the pit of his stomach. That heavy uneasiness knowing something is there and just waiting for whatever it is to show its face. He heard the metal chain for the light in the closet move. Then the door slowly creaks open. He saw a black haze billow from the opening of the closet. And in that black haze was a creature. It had gray crepe-like skin with twisted deformed limbs crawling on all fours. And its face, my God, he thought, the face with otherworldly black eyes and a circular mouth with rows of teeth much like that of a shark. No hair two holes for what appeared to be a nose and long spindly fingers. A terrifying sight that was seared into his memory. A memory that no matter who he was with, where he was, or how much time had passed, somewhere in the back of his mind it was always there. This was the creature that would torture him for the next few months living in his grandmother's house. The entity only plagued him and no one would believe him. His mother chalked it up to him being an unruly teen who just wanted his way making up stories to try and sway her. His grandmother had a similar opinion but was even more dismissive and went so far as to lock him in his room as punishment at times. He knew he was going to have to fight this thing on his own and he was terrified to do so. Eventually, the fear started to give way to frustration and anger. He knew this creature fed off of his fear. He was losing himself. His grades were slipping, and he barely slept. The worse things got, the more he found himself face-to-face with the creature. A nightly occurrence at times of high stress, the creature would crawl to the end of his bed and bare its gnashed teeth hissing and growling. Then there was that one day. The day of reckoning for the creature. At school that day a pastor had visited. One of the teachers had passed and the pastor visited as somewhat of a liaison to help the students with the loss. When Young had his private meeting with the pastor, as all the students had, he underhandedly asked the pastor about his views on evil entities. The pastor could see that the teen who was sitting in front of him was in some kind of trouble. It's not every day a youth comes out and asks about evil or demonic forces UNLESS, the pastor thought, there's a real issue. Son... may I say a prayer over you? the pastor asked. Young was surprised by the request. It was such a foreign request but not unwelcome, just to him a little strange. Sure, he replied. The pastor got up and stood over Young, stretching out his arms over Young's head. Dear Lord... I ask you to watch over this young man here... send your warrior Archangel Michael to defend and protect this boy from whatever it is he is facing. Give him the power to wear your armor O Lord... and though he may walk through the shadow of death... he shall fear no evil... for you are by his side... in Jesus' name Amen. The pastor then walked over back to his chair with his coat draped over the back. He stammered towards the back of the chair, digging in the pockets and then in an inside pocket. Ah, there it is, he said as he pulled out a small Bible. You don't have to tell me what's going on... but I know desperation... I know weariness... I know defeat and I see it written all over your face. As a pastor, you go out into the world speaking the Word of God. Sometimes you reach people and sometimes you don't. When you do... it's a good day but when you don't... it's another story. I've seen some real evil... it's why I do what I do... so... here, hopefully, this helps you. The pastor handed the worn Bible over to Young. Young looked at it, noticing all the creases, cracks, and pages that were dogie-eared. That has far more answers for you than I do said the pastor as the principal opened the door slowly, showing another student who was waiting to come in. Alright... I know it was short but... You read that and take care of yourself son, the pastor said as he motioned to hold the door open for Young to leave and for the other student to come in. Young's family weren't very religious so this was his first bible. Sure, he's seen them around at different relatives' homes, or out at a church he'd rarely visit, but no one has ever bought or gifted him one. He noticed, looking and flipping briefly through, one page had a bigger dogie-ear than the rest. He decided to open it and it was Ephesians 6:10–18: (10). It was about the armor of God. How strange, he thought, he just said a prayer referencing the armor of God. The bell for lunch rang so instead of going back to his homeroom he went outside and started to read. Later that evening, Young walked up the stairs to his room, Bible in hand. It was Autumn's past daylight savings. The sun was setting earlier now. The creature could come out more now, but Young was counting on it this time. The teen's rage was at a boiling point that went past his fear. He thought, If this thing is terrorizing me... it must be for a reason and maybe that reason is my way to stop it. He gained a bit more courage and said to himself, It's attacking me because I have the power to stop it. His spine grew stiffer as he climbed the stairs to meet his fate with the creature. He opened his door as the sun began to set, casting shadows in his room. He leaned against the end of his bed and stared at the closet, griping the holy book in his right hand. Suddenly, he heard the chain in the closet move and his gaze went up slightly in anticipation. Now, he thought, now … the blackness. And sure enough, the closet door slowly creaked open as it always had, and the black smoke started to billow and swirl summoning the creature's appearance. And from the vortex of the billowing black mass in the closet, crawled out the grotesque creature. The creature looked up at Young from the floor, hissing and showing its gnashed teeth. It was ready for a fight lunging at him stretching its gray crepe-like skin. Young stood still and firm, secure in his newfound foundation. The creature lunged further at him from the closet opening, coming ever so closer and then Young yelled, Stop! He held out the Bible in front of him. The creature repelled and hissed. I wear the armor of God today... and in the darkness... with God's grace... I am in the light! Young proclaimed at the creature. It lunged further, widening its jaw bearing its teeth even more. I SAID CEASE! Young yelled as the creature repelled yet again. Now it was a battle of wills. You are not welcome here...you have no power here and by the power bestowed upon me as a child of God... I command you to leave and return to where you came. It wasn't just what Young was saying, but It was the strength and power he held in his heart. The creature winced as if in pain and began to retreat towards the black vortex as Young began to walk towards it with the bible in his hand held out in front of him. Go back to where you came... never to return here... YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE! The creature repelled for the last time through the vortex howling as the black hole swallowed it up. Young stood in his dark room covered in a cold sweat in almost disbelief with the bible still in his hand stretched out towards the closet. WHAT IN THE EVER LIVING DAYLIGHTS ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT UP THERE?! yelled his grandmother. Nothing, Young replied, sorry. He recalled how he stood there in shock. How that uneasy feeling went away and how every so often he'd hear something make a noise in the closet, and he'd look over as if to say, I dare you" and