Chapter

RC Hood, Jr.

Warrior Son 

Chapter 1
The High Father

Imagine if you can a solar system consisting of thirteen majestic planets, each three times the size of Earth, revolving around a brilliant blue sun that dwarfed our own. Each planet was inhabited by a race of beings as far above mankind as we are the amoebae. They were not all the same color of skin, but all were of the same race. They called themselves “STELLIANS”.

He who was the power throughout the solar system. He ruled this super intelligent and peaceful race. He who was the WILL and the JUDGEMENT. He whose very thoughts were law. Whose cosmic powers made him akin to a god. Throughout the known universe his name was whispered with honor and fear, but to the Stellians his name was shouted with praise and glory. He was Ya-Weh, High Father of the thirteen planets and sire to Ja-Dai, the mightiest and noblest prince to be born in over ten thousand years.

Ya-Weh was a tall white man with long brown hair and a well-trimmed salt and pepper beard. A man who looked to be in his late forties, though he was as old as time itself. He was walking in a quiet meadow which was surrounded by giant trees that reached up as if to become one with the sun. Ya-Weh stopped, and the wind blew at the blue and golden robe he was wearing like a child tugging at his father’s coattails. His mind was on the wonders of the universe and his son Ja-Dai, who he hadn’t seen in thirty Earth years. There was sadness in his heart, but also pride. Ya-Weh looked down at the flower that was growing near his left foot. Slowly he bent down and cradled the flower in both hands as tenderly as a mother would cradle her newborn baby. As he started to smell the flower, he suddenly sensed something that he had dreaded coming.

He stood up and raised both hands into the air. The wind began to blow harder, lightning flashed across the clear sky, and suddenly Ya-Weh was surrounded by a multi-colored vortex. When all became calm again, the meadow was empty, Ya-Weh had vanished. The three moons of Nev-Aeh, one and crated-pocket, one surrounded by light hued rings, and one encased in a bright blue gas, looked down on the lone flower Ya-Weh had held in his hands, where it lie on the ground, creating a lonely surreal picture.

Ni-Mah sensed her husband’s imminent arrival and hurried outside to the palace steps. She smiled warmly at him as he materialized, a golden shimmer in the garden in front of their marble palace.

“My husband!” she cried hurrying down the steps toward him. “It is time, isn’t it?”

Ya-Weh nodded, smiling at his beautiful wife. Ni-Mah’s long straight blonde hair made an arresting contrast to her chocolate brown skin. Every time he looked at her, he swelled with pride, for although she was nearly as old as he, she still had the trim, muscular body of a young lady and not a wrinkle creased her winsome features. Today she wore a long, flowing white tunic edged in gold that was slit all the way up the sides so that her solid muscular legs could be glimpsed.
“Yes, the others will be here soon and then I must leave.”

“I have missed so much of his growing years, Ya-Weh. I wish I could go with you.”

“No, my love. We’ve been over this before. I need you here, helping our son Ye-Hue govern in my absence.”

“I know, Ya-Weh, I do understand. But hurry home with Ja-Dai with you.”

“He will be by your side soon enough. And once he is, you’ll have to remember he’s used to being called Jade on Earth. In the meantime, you still have Ye-hua to console you. Where is our eldest son? He should be here to greet the twelve.”

Ni-Mah smiled for she knew that what she was about to say would rankle her husband. “He’s in the white room meditating.”

“I should have known! The boy has been doing little else since his return from Earth.”

“He’s meditating so that you will have a safe and harmonious journey to Earth.”

Humph! I hope Ja-Dai never needs him by his side in battle. The boy is useless.”

“We each have our own strengths,” Ni-Mah chided him softly. “He is truly your son.”

As they spoke softly together. Twelve ships glided into the horizon, each a different hue of the spectrum from red to violet. They came to an abrupt stop and hovered above the garden arranged in a circle.

One by one, a king materialized below each ship. Each one was dressed in varying shades of the color of his ship. There were three kings three different shades of the black race, three kings who looked Asian, three kings who looked like American Indians, two white kings and one Elfin king with long blonde hair and pointed ears.