All Chapters of THE ORB OF PLEIADIA: Chapter 41
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41. No Triumph. No Purpose
A troop of six pleiadians marching towards a crystalline chamber, stopped abruptly, exchanging glances, their faces etched with confusion. Before them was a naked pale human lying face-down on the roadside. “How did a human get here?” one asked, speaking quietly in a native dialect. “I heard a human with great powers was brought to Kregor,” another mused. “But this can't be him…” the pleiadian prodded the figure with the tip of his staff. “This can't be the chosen one. This human looks weak,” he spat. Logan's finger twitched, head jerked up, inhaling with both his mouth and nose. His eyes blazed a brilliant blue glow. The pleiadians froze, eyes widening in shock. “The orb,” one of them mummured. They circled him and carried him along. Logan's eyes shot open, head burning, his muscles sore and aching. He sat up slowly, scanning his surroundings—nowhere close to earth. The pleiadian sanctum. “The teleportation worked,” he muttered, his eyes fixed on the symbols o
42. The Elders Verdict
The air felt heavier. Logan's eyes shifted from one pleiadian Elder to another, their glowing eyes piercing through him as if removing every piece of him and joining them back together. His heart thumped fast and loud, breaking through the eerie silence that settled amongst them. Logan hesitated. Frozen in place from the weight of their stare. He wanted to ask questions, he needed answers, but words failed him. His shoulders crumbled. There was nothing more to do, it's all over now. The elder who spoke stepped forward, his golden irises glowing brightly, cutting through the dim light like shiny armor. His voice thundered, vibrating off the crystal walls around them. “You will die a painful death,” he repeated, his voice void of any emotion, casual as though stating a known fact. “But you still have a choice to make.” Logan felt a lump in his throat, his mind racing. Die? He'd faced many near death experiences but this one was different. It had a sense of finality, as if the outc
43. A Day With Yuri
A figure appeared from the shadows, moving towards Logan. Yuri. He witnessed everything that had transpired between Logan, and the Elders from the far corner, where light refused to linger, where he stood the whole time. Yuri stepped closer to Logan, his silver eyes dimming softly, and he spoke with a calm tone. “Logan, are you ready to leave here?” “Uhm… yeah,” Logan replied, his tone laced with surprise. Yuri's gaze darted around the chamber, looking directly at nothing but space. Then slowly he faced Logan, who was now staring at him with knitted brows. “We don't understand each other better, and it's best we did,” Yuri's eyes held a serious resolve, not the death glare he usually gave Logan before. “This mission. You don't have to do it alone. I'll help.” Yuri always saw Logan as selfish, arrogant, and greedy, like every other human. But, he was wrong. Seeing how Logan humbled himself before the Elders, he knew immediately that Logan
44. Training Continues
Logan felt it instantly. The static buzz in the atmosphere, a feeling he was too familiar with crawling up his skin as violence erupted. His breath quickened in an instant, and all his senses sharpened as the pleiadians lunged at him. Logan barely ducked as a fist flew through the space where his head had been a second earlier. Another blow was in cue, then another. Their attack was relentless. It was one thing to dodge an attack, and another to refrain from hitting back when four ferocious men-looking aliens moved with lethal precision, constantly trying to knock you out. Instinctively, his hand would fly to strike, twisting with the urge to break a bone. But the word "Restraint" held him back. It took a lot to hold back every instinct. However, with Logan’s heightened senses, and experience in physical combat, reading attacks came easily. A shift in weight or a tightening shoulder. The angle of a foot before a strike. He anticipated strikes before t
45. Looming Dangers
“Yes,” Kregor nodded again. “There he can't trace you even if he tried.” Sonia waltzed in. “Who's going to Shatterlands? I heard you mention it Kregor,” she said, her eyes searching. They flickered between Kregor and Logan. “Logan's training will continue there,” was his reply. Sonia froze. “Why?" her brows furrowed. "Did he destroy another training chamber?” Logan chuckled lightly, a soft rumble in his chest. “If he stays, Christopher will locate this place, and you know what that means,” Kregor's eyes darkened. “Yuri and a patrol unit will go with him,” he declared. Silence washed over. “I'll join them,” Sonia's voice cut through the silence. Her eyes burned like coal as she glared at both of them. “Don't even try to object this time,” she warned, pointing at both of them. Kregor's heavy gaze lingered on her for a moment. Then he exhaled sharply. "Very well," he growled. “You may go with them.” Sonia's eyes widened a bit, but she ma
46. Salem
The constellation burned brighter above, as if wishing luck on Logan's journey—or mourning it. He stepped out of his chamber already prepared for his departure to Shatterlands. His gaze met Sonia as she approached him; her blonde hair, usually loose and untamed, was braided tightly and pulled back. She wore a shiny silver armor that accentuated her shape perfectly—breastplates, vambraces, and greaves—each piece etched with faint runes that shimmered each time she moved. Tonight, she looked less like a diplomat, and more like a warrior carved from moonlight. Yuri and five other pleiadians trailed behind her, all armed with weapons humming faintly with energy. Guns. Spears. Bows and arrows tipped with glowing heads. Logan's brow furrowed. “Are you set?” Sonia questioned, meeting Logan's gaze. The wrinkled line on her forehead and her pressed lips did much to give away her emotions.Logan simply nodded.“Shatterlands is a seven-day walk, if we move fast,” she said,
47. Alok, The Fiery Beast
Yuri was the first to bolt upright, tightening his grip on his spear. He felt it too. Soon the other pleiadians jumped to their feet, scanning the area sharp and swiftly. Sonia unhooked the rope on her waist. A whiplash? ‘Cool,’ Logan smirked. His eyes narrowed as he used his far-sighted ability to scan the area—still, nothing. “It's really close,” Logan said, darting his eyes. “But I can't see anything.” “It's a beast,” Sonia announced. Yuri and the other pleiadians rushed to meet Sonia and Logan, and they made a defensive stance, forming a circle. They stood firm, ready for whatever creature heading their way. Yuri’s double-headed spear glowed faintly, buzzing as he swirled it mid-air. The archers had already fixed their arrows waiting to take a shot. The air tensed. Breaths seized. Logan's body vibrated a low buzz. The fire they had lit for warmth, which also served as a source of light, suddenly flared up, then died, plunging them into darkness.
48. A Figure Of Beauty and Strength
Yuri stepped closer and separated the two from the long embrace. “Rejik, it's enough. He’s stable now,” he rasped, one arm braced against his sides.A large bruise had been inflicted on Yuri's abdomen. And so were the other pleiadians, with bruises on their legs and arms. One pleiadian cradled his head, crimson threading through his silver hair where Alok had stomped when he tried to hold the beast’s legs.Logan flexed his hand. His broken knuckles were whole again, leaving not even a scar. It must be his powers at work, he mused. His gaze fell to the pleiadians' sore wounds, and pity flashed across his face. Logan noticed the way Yuri kept pressing his sides, he narrowed his gaze at the spot. “You're bleeding,” Logan said, nodding towards Yuri's side. The pool of blood darkened the sand with every step. Yuri winced, bending over to pick up his spear. “It's just a scratch,” he shrugged. “We have to keep moving. The beast might come back for more.” “He's right,” Soni
49. Whispering Valley
“Goodbye, Salem,” Sonia sighed, staring at the peak of a valley. “This is where we cross.” A blanket of thick fog covered the entire valley, casting a dull grey that smothered the plains. Seeing anything was next to impossible. It was a kind of place where you’d struggle to see your own hand in front of your face. Logan’s face scrunched. “There's no path? Don't tell me we're going to start climbing valleys now,” he said in an exasperated tone. The towering pleiadian brushed past, doing his thing. He waved a hand, and a gust of wind swept through, clearing up the fog a bit. Although, it covered up immediately, giving them only a six-second window to see where they would take the next step. That's how thick it was. A narrow trail—not wider than a man's shoulder—snaked between the rough stones of the towering valley, which became visible as they started making their way into the fog. Logan felt a chill run down his spine at his first step. Something was really off about this pla
50. Distorted
The air tasted bitter on Logan's lips. Right here, right now, he could burn down the entire valley to ash and it wouldn't still feel like enough. Honestly, It doesn’t really matter who he hurt this time, and it wouldn't even be the worse decision he ever made. The ground shook violently. Pebbles lifted from the dirt, trembling mid-air as if afraid of what'll happen next. Logan’s feet dragged forward, each step heavier than the last, his eyes fixed on the gruesome sight before him. Something that will likely haunt him for the rest of his life. “No,” the word cracked out of him, useless and weak. Her body lay torn across the stone floor—unmoving, breathless, and scattered. “Son—” he choked. Her name was like heavy weights on his lips, he couldn't complete it. Not after failing her like this. Logan's knees gave in and hit the rough floor. His eyes tearing up. The floating pebbles dropped all at once clattering like raind, each sharp sound echoing the truth that laid before him.