Chapter

RC Hood, Jr.

Warrior Son 

The light began to pulsate and change, softening to a golden glow. Then slowly Jade was able to make out the features of Ya-Weh. The hologram smiled at him.

“Do not be afraid of me, my son.”

A prevailing feeling of calm and trust overwhelmed Jade. He shook his head from side to side.

“I fear nothing but fear itself.”

“Well spoken, my son.”

“Who are what the hell are you?”

The screen seemed to glow brighter as Ya-Weh started to speak, with a nobility not known by man of this day.

"I am a KING of KINGS. I am the GIVER of light and the TAKER, the WILL and the final JUDGEMENT. I am the SOVEREIGN SUPREME of all that WAS and IS, and YET SHALL BE. I am Ya-Weh, the high father of the thirteen planets.”

“You trying to tell me you’re God?”

“The word God covers a very wide spectrum, my son. Since the dawn of man, they have worshipped and called many Gods.”

“So, which one are you?”

“The one who created those who pretended to be Gods. Listen and you shall understand all, my son. There will soon come a great war between all the races of mankind. This war will start here in this city between the black race and the white race, caused by two men. One claiming to be of the black race and the other belonging to the white race. All the world will be watching to see its outcome. If it is not stopped in time, it will be the beginning of the end for mankind.”

Jade rubbed both hands over his face, and then took a long deep breath.

“You’re starting to worry me. Why did you come to me? With your powers, why don’t you stop it before it starts?”

“That is why I came to you.”

“Meaning no disrespect, but you still didn’t answer my question. Why me? I’m just a man.”

There was a long pause, and then instead of the forceful voice Jade had been listening to, now Ye-Hue spoke in a tone of pride.

“You were born with the heart of a warrior and the mind of a peacemaker. In you there is a quality which is rare in men of this world, and that is the willingness to suffer so men may live. And is it not true that a father should choose his son to help save a world his father swore to protect?”

Jade slowly leaned back in his bed. “Your son.” he said softly.

“Yes, Jade. You are the flesh of my flesh, the blood of my blood.”

“Now I know I’m going insane.”

Jade got out of bed. As he stood you could not help but wonder how a man who was only 5’9” and maybe 160 pounds could be the son of one who was the one above all. You would think he would have been closer in size to Samson or Hercules. In the days that would follow mankind would come to learn that a man’s size is not measured by how tall or how much a man weighs. Jade slowly walked over and stood in front of the screen. He stared for a moment at his father, and then he started to speak. He couldn’t hold back his anger.

“When my mother died, the last words she said to me were that you are a special child my adopted son. You are a prince of a mighty race. For years I wondered what she meant. Why! Why was I not told who I was?”