The Eye of the Seeker

Jessie Keith

Description

fiction; politics; spiritual
Anna, surrounded by a world of laws and walls, discovers she’s the subject of a dark prophesy. Plagued by a fate she doesn’t understand, she must leave everything behind to change her destiny and uncover the truth of who she really is.

Sujets

• Fiction
• Thrillers

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 07 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665569392
• Langue: English

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The Eye of The Seeker
 
 
 
 
Jessie Keith
 
 

 
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
Published by AuthorHouse 08/31/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-6937-8 (sc)
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ISBN: 978-1-6655-6939-2 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022916044
 
 
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Dedication
To every child who has ever been told that dreams do not matter-here’s your proof.
“A man can change his stars”- A Knight’s Tale
Contents
Dedication
The Final Prophecy of Gunter the Great
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Acknowledgments
About The Author
The Final Prophecy of Gunter the Great
… And on that grave night, I saw a horse, black as midnight, and atop it, a hooded rider, unlike anything I’d ever seen. They stood apart from the army behind them, their face hidden, but their eyes shining with a passion that burned brighter than even the hottest flame. The figure carried with it the eye of a seeker and the heart of a true warrior.
Guided by compassion and justice for the broken and downtrodden, they bared the scars of a martyr and the courage of a true legend. Blood dripped from the bloodstained sword in their left hand, while the right remained clean, open, and empty.
They readied the waiting army, prepared to ride boldly into the night, unafraid to die. Many names were shouted as they rode into the darkness below: outcast, damned one, peace-bringer, captive, traitor, and friend. Four names were shouted above all: reuniter, protector, liberator, and savior.
Only they can make the world whole again through war and peace.
Prologue
A great political divide has plummeted America into chaos and revolt, collapsing the structure of the country from within. Spreading like a virus, violence contaminated everything in its wake, consuming city after city, turning even the most peaceful men savage, forcing the innocent with no other choice to flee their homes in search of safety. Naturally, factions began to form, many with “kill or be killed” as their motto.
Amidst the calamity, on the shores of what remained of the deserted West Coast, stood a city, a safe haven for families seeking shelter from the cold, cruel, war-torn country. Though its beginnings were humble, the refugee camp quickly grew into a fortified city, offering shelter to all who sought safety within its borders.
As the camp developed and grew, the camp’s leader, Gunter, began to see a vision, a mighty city for those who longed to live in peace, not just a place where people could live, but where they could thrive.
He dreamed of not only being able to save the innocent, but also nurturing them and giving them a purpose, hope, and reason to believe that there was still good in the world. He envisioned a society built on friendship, equality, respect, and, above all else, faith in God, whom he believed was the reason for their survival.
It was from this dream that the city of Angel was born, taking in every creed and color who sought to find a better life.

CHAPTER 1
T he sounds of soft swishing echoed off the stone walls of the temple corridors as a man in a flowing white robe strode past. Sunlight beamed through the windows, illuminating the grey in his fading brown hair. His eyes, gentle and dark, sat tucked behind a pair of round glasses, perched just at the stump of his small nose. He stared at the ground, a bad habit of his when he focused too hard on something.
Father Joseph, one of the leaders of Angel, was a quiet man, often content to keep to himself. He walked hastily, keeping a steady pace until he arrived at his destination, the enormous, dark wooden doors of the meeting chamber. He and the rest of the Fathers were called to gather for an important meeting.
Tomorrow, the students of Angel would graduate. But today, Father Isaiah, the Father in charge of student placement, would announce which of the seven districts the students would be assigned to and what symbols they would receive.
“Joseph!” Father Abraham, the leader of the Fathers, greeted him. He extended his hand to Joseph as he stepped through the entranceway. “It’s wonderful to see you today.”
“Hello, Abraham.” Joseph took his hand, shaking it warmly and entering the chamber.
Echoes of private conversations bounced across the enormous room. The atmosphere was abuzz with chatter as each Father found their assigned seats around the long, oak table in the middle of the room. Joseph released a short breath to calm himself. Spotting his closest friend, Father John, he pulled out the chair next to him.
The day he had been waiting for had arrived, and he was as happy as he was nervous. His middle daughter, Anna, was one of the students graduating. He was beyond excited to find out what district she would be placed in. The anticipation was driving him mad.
He laughed while watching John yawn and stretch his brawny arms high into the air. John’s height, even seated, towered over him and the rest of the Fathers. At first glance, his broad shoulders, bushy beard, and burly appearance might give a beastly impression, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Just one look into his deep-green eyes and the kindness that shone in them would soften anyone’s opinion of him. And one conversation would give you the confidence that he was the sort of person you could trust with all your deepest secrets.
Joseph and John had been friends for years, both with wives who had since passed away. When they had no one else to turn to, they confided in each other.
“I know these meetings are important and all, but I wouldn’t mind if they weren’t so early.” John’s laughter bellowed. “How are you today?”
Joseph glanced up, distracted by the candle chandelier hanging above the center of the table. “Tired,” he answered honestly, thinking back on the lack of sleep he’d received. “Yes, tired, but excited all the same.” The fragment of a secret smile escaped him. But he quickly tucked it away before it could give away too much hope. “I just want her to be happy.”
“I’m sure she will be,” John’s deep voice reassured. “She’s a smart, beautiful girl. She’ll thrive no matter where she is placed.”
“Perhaps you’re right,” Joseph calmed himself. “She’s just so … different. I only hope Isaiah can find a place for her.”
Joseph’s daughter, Anna, was very much unlike the rest of the children in Angel. She was a curious girl, particularly about the wall surrounding the city and the forbidden world outside of it.
Children in Angel were taught from a very young age to look to God and the Fathers when they had questions, something Anna had never quite gotten the concept of. She had a mind of her own and simply couldn’t contain the questions that buzzed in her head. Controlling his daughter’s curious mind was Joseph’s greatest struggle. He did his best to teach her, but she couldn’t understand what she was doing wrong.
“There is a time and a place for everything,” he would tell her. “You have to learn to watch what you say and recognize what you can say at school and gatherings and what you can say here at home.”
He couldn’t hide his worry for her. Anna had a questionable reputation with her teachers and the Fathers. He often prayed it wouldn’t affect her placement.
“She’s a daughter of a Father of the temple, and she wants to discuss the wall and the void that’s beyond it! Do you have any idea what kind of message that sends to my students?” Joseph remembered Sister Naomi, one of Anna’s teachers, bemoaning about his daughter’s behavior after she’d come to his chambers to once again discuss Anna’s disruption during her class.
“She raised her hand and asked me to talk about the wall, Joseph! In the middle of class! What am I supposed to say to her?”
“She’s just concerned about the safety of Angel,” Joseph defended his daughter. “You cannot hold it against her for being aware that something is out there.”
“How right you are, Joseph. However, it is not my judgment that you need to be concerned about when it comes to your daughter’s awareness.”
“I’ll handle it, Naomi. Thank you,” he reassured her, like he always did when she brought complaints to him.
Naomi took Joseph’s right hand