Ascendants of Ancients Sovereign - By Phillip Jones Page 0,65

started the God Wars. Your gods of Earth, along with myself, and others, were among those who supported the idea of giving all creatures the freedom of choice, and we managed our worlds accordingly. Every deity had a hand in the creation of Heaven and Hell. Where the spirits of their followers ended up was determined by how each soul chose to live their life and how well they followed the rules their god or gods established. Heaven was a glorious place, while Hell was not so desirable. No matter what, it was the choices of men that determined where their soul was delivered.

“The gods who fought against free will started the wars. Even the Fallen Angel, Lucifer, who you personally knew as Satan, rose up and struck down countless numbers, god and angel alike, as they drew more to their cause.”

Sam interrupted. “What do you mean, I ‘personally knew’ Lucifer?”

Bassorine cleared his throat. “I meant ‘personally’ as an Earthling ... in the sense that you are a representative of an extinguished race that once occupied Earth. This is how you knew Lucifer. Please! Allow me to continue.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll swallow that. By all means, go ahead.”

“As I was about to say, once the wars started, everything exploded out of control. Everything was destroyed. Even the most ancient of beings, including the one I loved most, my brother, fell in battle. In the end, it was those of us who came together to create the Farendrite Collective who fought side-by-side and survived to see the conclusion of the wars.

“The battles lasted over 3,000 seasons. It took those of us who were left another 800 seasons to create this new, smaller solar system, which is over 10,000 seasons old. We had to search long and hard for the matter to do so, since matter was sparsely scattered. These five worlds are all we’ve been able to create thus far without draining ourselves of our power. The leftover pieces of what used to be other galaxies are still being collected from the far reaches of the universe and stored so that we can eventually expand this new solar system into a galaxy.”

Bassorine paused for a moment to look across the room. It was raining outside and the smell was bringing a freshness into the room.

“Keep talking,” Sam urged.

“The Collective wanted you, Sam, to create an empire here on Grayham. We wanted your example to be what the other races would emulate. If they followed your lead, we intended to allow the races to be joined. We expected there would be problems, problems similar to those experienced on your Earth, but we hoped that with your intelligence, an assignment of this magnitude could be accomplished. The experiences of your life on Earth were to be your assets when bringing the races together.”

Bassorine pushed the chair back from the table, got up and returned to gaze out the window. He allowed the raindrops to splash against his palm as he continued. “After the races are united, the Collective plans to separate four of the five worlds and move them each to a solar system of their own. The fifth planet, known as Dragonia, will be given a new name, and it will become the new Hell. The dragons on Dragonia will be given a planet of their own. They will be separated to live peacefully apart from all others.”

Though the God of War could see Sam’s questions mounting, he continued despite the Earthling’s desire to speak. “We plan to create a new Heaven and once again allow the souls filled with goodness to live in glory until the opportunity arrives for them to choose rebirth. For now, we hold all souls, whether good or evil, within the pages of the Book of Immortality. The Book keeps them safe until the moment arrives for them to live again. As it is now, evil is punished as the Book sees fit.”

Bassorine turned and once again found Sam’s eyes. “As for me, I’m millions of seasons old. This is the first real threat, since the new worlds were created, that an end to all things could come again. With the Crystal Moon’s disappearance, we may be forced to spend another 800 seasons rebuilding once the dust settles.”

Bassorine moved back to the table, grabbed his chair, spun it around and then sat in it backwards. “What I’m about to tell you is of utmost importance. Before your gods of Earth perished, they told me and three others about