Shadow Guardians - Genesis by Albert Long Page A

lying to us,” Miguel yelled at Fozzley. He squeezed Orin’s throat tighter, then dropped him to the ground. “We can talk about that later, “Miguel”, Fozzley said. Fozzley hovered over Orin, then pressed his foot onto Orin’s chest. Orin coughed and gasped. “I can bring back Magda, restore your earthly life, never cross your path again,” Orin said. “Just give us the boy Tarron, so we can be sure he never assumes the mantle of The Seventh One, meant to lead the Tarrons to victory.” Only you, Forzozolone, can save the future of humans, ghosts, Soulcatchers, Angels, beasts and all who call this planet home,” he added. Mimi and Jericho were standing next to Michael, save that he might snap and blow electricity everywhere. “Make him lead us to Matt,” Miguel said. “Magda was your beloved wife,” Mimi said. You once told me that when you died, you fled the Soulcatchers. They hunted you and Magda and took Magda, not before you destroyed eight of them. That was the day you learned of your gift,” Mimi finished. “It was also the day that the Tarrons sought to make me, the “Seventh One”, their ordained leader by blood lineage,” Fozzley said, his voice cracking. “A Tarron,” Jericho mumbled. “Tarrons are a race of beings with supernatural powers. The can time-travel. They can raise the dead. They are deadly. Their goal is to rule over the planet and enslave all non-Tarrons. They are as far beyond your kind, in terms of power, as you are above a demi-ghost, and as far as ghosts are above humans Fozzley said. “Only the caretakers, the Angels,that God bound to earth to intervene for the betterment of humanitycan defeat a Tarron. After I died, it was discovered that my abilities were on the level of Tarrons, and I was recruited by them. I helped the Tarrons to wage war against the Angels for control over this world. In the end, I betrayed the Tarrons and helped the Angels avoid acertain demise. I still remember that day. I was walking a rural road in Montana. I was ragged, tired, thirsty, and hungry. A truck passed by, and the little boy sitting in the trailer bed saw me. “God loves you,” he said to me. “Don’t be afraid to do what’s right instead of what feels right,” he said. The boy looked very sickly, and I’m sure he didn’t see too many days after that. However, his words were strong. I thought about what I was doing as a Tarron—destroying creations of the Supreme One, entrusted to watch over HIS earth. I lost the heart of a Tarron that day, all icy and uncaring and robotic. I became a new man.
    There are six Tarrons. They are powerful; yet they cannot accomplish their goals without a leader—a prophesized Seventh Tarron,” Fozzley said. “Give us the boy,” Orin said. Fozzley ignored Orin. He put his hand on Miguel’s shoulder. “You are the one chosen to fulfill the prophecy, Miguel. You are the Seventh Tarron,” Fozzley said sternly.
    Orin rose to his knees. “Remember her,” he asked Fozzley. With a wave of his hand Orin conjured an image of Magda, Fozzley’s beloved wife who he longed to be with. Fozzley gasped. He fazed lovingly at her perfectly round face, her thick eyebrows, her thin mouth, her amber skin, and her thick black hair. “It’s not her,” Mimi said. “But she…she…looks so…real,” Fozzley sobbed. “Perhaps,” Mimi said. Orin can’t bring the real Magda back.” “But the Supreme One can,” Fozzley said, looking at the ground. “You’ll be in for the battle of all time, if you dare try to capture me in trade for your wife,” Miguel said, turning his form to pure electricity. “You don’t understand,” Fozzley said. “I wasn’t sent to destroy you, Miguel. I was sent to stop the prophecy—your uniting with the Six. “Look at her,” Orin said. Fozzley thought about hid dear Magda. “Her last words to me were ‘there is no end to us’,” Fozzley whispered. “Matt,” yelled Miguel. “Make him take us to Matt, and I will go