The Great Gate Read online

  J.R. DAHL

  Copyright © 2018 Jason Dahl

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN 13: 978-0-9964599-1-4

  Published by 2617 Publishing LLC

  DEDICATION

  This book is dedicated to all those who

  fight to protect life and freedom.

  They are soldiers of hope, Seberians.

  A Word

  from the Author

  This e-book you are about to read started as a movie script. We’re on an amazing adventure of producing it as a feature-length film. If you would like to be a part of making the film a reality, or you’re just curious about the progress, please check out our website,

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  Enjoy!

  Jason Dahl

  Contents

  Glossary

  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

  Glossary

  Lonan

  Mechanical engineer of the planet Helion (specializing in aerospace & aircraft design)

  Husband of Averine

  Brother of Sevran

  Childhood friend of Telgrin

  Averine

  High-ranking medical officer in the Helion army (Field medic)

  Daughter of Kilgron

  Wife of Lonan

  Kilgron

  Supreme commander of the planet Helion

  Long-time warrior in the Helion army (severely wounded in battle)

  Father of Averine

  Sevran

  Commanding officer of Helion Army Field Medical Units

  Brother of Lonan

  Childhood friend of Telgrin

  Single and very popular with the ladies of Helion

  Telgrin

  Mechanical engineer of the planet Helion (specializing in weapon and transportation systems)

  Socially awkward but brilliant engineer

  Classmate of Lonan at Helion Military Academy

  Maginon

  CEO of Nemaron Corp

  Devakin

  Ruthless commander of Leviathan army

  Powerful and experienced warrior

  Armon

  Commander of Seberian forces

  Long-time warrior

  Father of Ahren and Cloin

  Ahren

  Young leader of Seberian Forces

  Powerful, disciplined warrior, especially gifted at covert operations

  Son of Armon

  Brother of Cloin

  Cloin

  Young leader of Seberian forces

  Incredibly focused and intelligent warrior, especially gifted in hand-to-hand combat

  Daughter of Armon

  Sister of Ahren

  Nemaron

  Intergalactic corporation that sells rare minerals and essential commodities

  Leviathan

  Mysterious supernatural army

  Seberians

  Small, elite, supernatural force of humans

  Helienders

  Soldiers of the planet Helion

  Satan

  Demon, former angel (Angelic name = Lucifer)

  Chief of all demons

  As an angel one of the nine chief (or “arch”) angels

  Mammon

  Demon, former angel (Angelic name = Mammelel)

  Direct subordinate to Satan while they were angels

  Abaddon

  Demon, former angel (Angelic name = Abadol)

  As an angel one of the nine chief (or “arch”) angels

  Abadile

  Demon, former angel (Angelic name = Abafrile)

  As an angel one of the nine chief (or “arch”) angels

  Tekel

  Chief (or arch) angel, one of the original nine

  Strongest and wisest of the angels

  Commander over all of God’s faithful angels

  Balim

  Chief (or arch) angel, one of the original nine

  Guardian over galaxies 55x5 through 78x35

  Genon

  Subordinate angel

  Had been a direct subordinate to Satan before his fall

  The only angel under Satan’s command to not succumb to temptation

  Was direct witness to the beginning of war in heaven

  Chapter1

  Here lies the continuation of the story of the battle between Satan and his army of Leviathan, and God’s faithful angels and their allies the Seberians. The Helienders have now joined the battle as they step alongside their fellow humans, the Seberians. If you have not yet done so, please read the first in the series, Seberian The Hidden Battle Revealed. And download your free copy of the prequel: Seberian, The Beginning.

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  After the death of Ahren, Armon and the rest of the Seberians loaded his body onto their primary battle transport. Cloin stood outside of the Helion base on the edge of the westernmost shuttle launch platforms. She gazed off into the distance, watching the planet’s primary star set on the horizon. This platform was the least used, so she was completely alone and could hear nothing but the wind blowing through the enormous trees that lined the perimeter of the concrete landing platform. This place was peaceful and secluded, which was what she needed. She turned and slowly walked to a nearby boulder and sat down. She wanted time alone to think and to process what had just happened.

  She glanced down at her hands and found a little bit of her brother’s blood that had not washed off. She rubbed it and tried to get it off. Her mind spun with questions as she remembered the battle in which Ahren had been killed. She thought about the fact that if Genon had not shown up just when he had, she would have also been lying in a casket beside her brother. The odds of these battles where starting to weigh on her. There were so few to fight this seemingly endless army of Leviathan.

  She looked up at the bright red and orange of the sunset on the distant mountain range. The color reminded her of the Leviathan chest plates that they tore from the enemy’s armor.

  “How can he be dead?” she whispered to herself.

  Suddenly she sat upright, sensing someone coming. A second later her father walked through the hangar door and out onto the concrete landing pad.

  As he drew nearer, Cloin wiped the tears from her eyes.

  Armon slowly walked up beside her and gently put his hand on her shoulder.

  “You need to come and be a part of the burial.”

  “I know,” she said as she lowered her head and closed her eyes. “I’m ready when you are.”

  “It’s time. Let’s go,” answered Armon.

  She stood, and they slowly walked back into the hanger. The rest of the soldiers were loaded inside and patiently waiting. They stepped into the ship, harnessed in without a word while the pilot lifted off and exited the Helion hanger.

  The flight back to the planet Seber was very quiet. Cloin drifted off to sleep and slipped into a dream. In it she saw her brother being stabbed by Devakin. The scene ran over and over again in her head. She tried to stop him, but she could never move fast enough, could never get there in time to save him. Her body felt as though she was stuck in mud. She could never get to him fast enough to save him. She could see Devakin plunge his blade into Ahren’s stomach, but she was powerless to help. The dream would start again and again. Each time she was only seconds short of reaching her brother in time.

  Then the dream changed. Devakin stabbed Arhen just like he had done in real life. Cloin ran to help and tried
to dress his wound, only for Ahren to die in her hands. But this time, after Ahren exhaled his last breath, he lay dead for a moment. Then, suddenly, he jumped and sprang back to life. This startled Cloin in the dream and in real life as she too jumped. She woke from the dream to find herself strapped into her seat on their ship.

  Armon saw her jump. “Are you ok?”

  “Yes, I’m fine,” she answered as she tried to collect herself. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the window and could see their mountain range in the distance. They had just entered planet Seber’s atmosphere. They were home.

  Back at the planet Helion, Lonan and Averine were still in the medical bay. Lonan had spent the night there, so Averine had slept on a cot next to his bed. Lonan was just waking up as Averine re-entered his room.

  “Good morning. How do you feel?”

  “I’m ok. It still hurts to breathe, but not as much,” answered Lonan as he tried to sit more upright in his bed. He had electronic casts and equipment all over his body. His broken arm and leg were encased in advanced medical equipment that was wired back to a nearby computer console. His torso and ribs were also encased in a device that wrapped around his entire body. All of these were covered in high-tech digital readouts but were also connected to the computer system.

  An orderly entered behind Averine with a tray of food.

  “Great! I’m starving.”

  “I’m going to check on your healing progress, but so far everything is looking good,” said Averine as she scanned through several screens on a monitor beside his bed. “We can get you out of here by mid-day, and if all goes well every one of your bones will be completely healed in three days. Which means that you’ll be back to normal activities in no time.”

  “Wow! That long?”

  “This equipment is healing your bones at a highly accelerated rate. In fact, it’s nearly a one thousand percent increase in time and strength. Your body would take weeks to heal on its own without this equipment,” Averine explained as she tried not to get too agitated with her husband’s apparent ignorance.

  “Ok, if that’s the best you can do,” answered Lonan with a sarcastic grin.

  Averine smiled as she turned from the monitor. “Yes, everything looks good. Let’s get you fed and out of here.”

  “Good. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

  “I know,” said Averine as she turned back to the monitor.

  Back on the planet Seber the wind blew violently and threw the shuttle in every direction as the pilot struggled to land. His target was a ledge on the side of the enormous mountain that towered far above their home. The shuttle finally touched down in nearly a meter of snow. A storm was blowing in from the far side of the mountain. The inner part of the ledge dug into the side of the mountain and formed a cove.

  The loading ramp lowered, and Armon led the way as he guided Arhen’s body down floating on the stretcher. The Helienders had prepared his body for burial. They had dressed him in an all-white shroud. He was encased in an airtight casket with a clear top that allowed his family to see his peaceful posture.

  The wind whipped the snow over the casket as Averine walked beside her brother. The rest of the Seberians followed behind. As they marched across the ledge and neared the mountain they entered the protection of the cove, and the wind and snow lessened. At the end of the cove stood a short cave opening with no door. This was the tomb in which they laid their dead.

  The cave opened entered into a small round room. On the opposite wall was a stone door. Armon pushed Ahren’s casket in to the room while the two Seberian soldiers worked to pull open the heavy stone door. It was massive, but was hinged on very heavy metal hardware so opening it was difficult but not impossible.

  One of them then entered and turned on a large electric lantern that gently lit the entire tomb. It was a small cave that extended into the mountain nearly thirty meters. Each of the walls had horizontal openings cut into the side of them. In seven of these lay caskets with bodies of fallen Seberians.

  Cloin and Armon stood to the side as the others lifted Ahren’s casket from the floating stretcher and gently placed him in one of the openings. Cloin stared at her brother as if deep in thought as a single tear rolled down her face.

  Armon gently put his arm around her as he gazed at his fallen son. His mind was filled with fond memories of when Ahren was a child. In a flood of images he watched his son grow to become a man, then his mind settled on the day he found Ahren and Cloin as orphaned children on the battlefield. Ahren was holding his baby sister as they hid under a pile of rubble that had once been their home.

  Armon was overcome with a flood of emotion. He had been so honored to be their father, to step in and protect and raise them when they had no one. But now Ahren was no longer under his care and he had to let him go.

  The rest of the Seberians finished placing the casket and gathered alongside Armon. They all stood in silence for a moment before Armon spoke. “We know that we will see him again in heaven. He’s far from all the death and suffering of this world.”

  The other soldiers nodded in agreement and then slowly filed out of the tomb.

  Armon and Cloin stayed back for a while. Cloin stepped forward and placed her hand on the casket. She gazed down at Ahren’s face as she said, “I know you are right, but it doesn’t make this hurt any less.”

  “I know,” answered Armon as Cloin quietly turned and walked toward the door.

  After she left the tomb, Armon walked to the casket. He placed his hand on it and gazed down at his son. A lone tear fell from his eye and ran down the glass of the casket. “I know,” he said again to himself as he turned to leave the tomb.

  Outside the tomb they walked across the ledge to the waiting shuttle. The view on that side of the mountain went on for hundreds of miles. The winds had intensified as the storm continued to roll in from the north. Because of the weather, they decided to stay the night in their mountain home rather than return to the planet Helion.

  The ship launched from the ledge and the pilot struggled to keep it level as they left the safety of the cove and entered the storm winds. Within moments they had landed safely several miles down the mountain in the hangar of their mountain home.

  As the Seberian soldiers entered their homes, they were greeted by their children and wives. The somber look on the soldiers’ faces immediately communicated to the wives that they had lost someone.

  The mood quickly turned to joy as the children ran to their fathers and leapt into their arms. The Seberians shed their body armor and turned their attention to the children as they ran off to play.

  Cloin smiled to see the joy of the children as they played with their fathers. She and Armon each went to their private quarters to clean up. Later that evening after the children had gone to bed, Armon gathered Cloin and the rest of the Seberians in the library. He closed the door as they all took a seat beside the fire.

  Armon paced back and forth across the hearth of the fire as he gathered his thoughts. “Before we become deeply rooted in this coming battle, I feel that I must tell you some things.” The room was completely black except for the blazing fire, which sent Armon’s shadow dancing across the walls. “My concern is that the enemy will find a way to tell you a half-truth before I am able to tell you what has really happened,” began Armon. “Over forty years ago I was still living on my home planet in galaxy V59. I had been married to my beautiful wife for eleven years and had been moving quickly up the ranks in our global army. I was commander of twenty units and was developing a great reputation among my commanding officers. Then…it happened.” He stopped directly in front of the fire and gazed deep into the flame.

  “We were attacked by a force that crept in through shadow. They were able to avoid all our security and caught us by surprise. Once they had penetrated our perimeters, we had already lost. They moved with such speed and fought with a strength that we could not match. As my men and I did our best to defend our home from what seemed like an endless strea
m of lightning-fast attackers, my wife was taken captive. She was able to fire off a distress signal, which allowed me to track her location. She and two hundred others had been taken captive and were being transported out of our city in ground transports. We tracked them to a large clearing, where they had begun loading them in space shuttles. We laid siege on the attackers and freed some of the captives, but not my wife. She was killed. As she ran to try to escape they opened fire and killed many. I found her and tried to save her, but there was nothing I could do.”

  Armon stopped pacing for a moment. He lifted his hands from behind his back and gazed down at them. His voice softened. “As I knelt there, holding my wife and staring into her eyes, I watched my future disappear as the spark of life left her eyes. I was speechless. I lifted her to my chest and hugged her lifeless body. The battlefield around me, the death and destruction, meant nothing. My world was ending.”