AWAKENING:
The Prince
Of
Nabalar
By
C. D. Samuda
AWAKENING: PRINCE OF NABALAR
©2016 C. D. Samuda
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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First Edition
Publisher’s Note: The Prince of Nabalar has been published as three separate novellas, which are published on Amazon.com. This book comprises of all three novellas and marks the first in the series of Uvieroein Princes.
Part 1 – Kissed By The Alien Prince
Part 2 – Bound To The Alien Prince
Part 3 – Destined For The Alien Prince
Table of Contents
Prologue
Reference Guide
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
End of The Prince of Nabalar
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Prologue
“A child has been born that will bring new light to our world,” Oracle L declares.
Oracle X gives a slow nod of the head and muses, “The awakening will begin with Nabalar. She will awaken the Z’raschein.”
“Then Uvieroein will be restored,” Oracle A adds.
The Oracles beam, their pure white eyes gleaming as the future flashes before them, revealing the events to unfold. The past also unfolds, exposing the plans of the evil that is destroying their world.
“Declare this only to the people of Nabalar so they can prepare for her arrival,” Chief Oracle instructs.
Oracles of Uvieroein galaxy are the spiritual guides who reside on the planet of Axrylore. A planet protected from entry by a force field that no one has even been able to break through.
The galaxy has thirteen planets, many of which are in ruins. With the execution of the kings of Oxilian and Maxzoliokz, 11 of the princes missing or imprisoned, the onus remains on the two princes left standing to restore their world.
The Oracles have been watching the destruction and mayhem in the sector. Although they are powerful beings with many powers that could possibly save Uvieroein and destroy the evil forces, their own rules prevent them from interfering.
They simply will wait until the day of the first awakening. That day draws near and when it finally shall arrive, the battle between the princes and the evil will finally begin.
Reference Guide
Alzanua pl(s): glass roses
Z’raschein: the energy source that must be awakened in order to reproduce offspring.
Z’rascheus: the signature energy of a single being.
Yarzib: the most precious gem on Xygor, the most precious in the galaxy.
Migrels: the flesh eating mutants.
Rem-Com: remote communicator used by crewmembers on a ship.
Darzoz: Setting of the day orb – similar to earth’s sunset.
Pligsog: is the machine which Julkaz has made to trap the energy source of Mirsux
Astral Cosmic Diffuser: is the laser blast gun
The Undercrypt of Xygor: is the dungeon or underground prison where prisoners from the federation are kept
Ysark Saber is the power sword, which Mirsux will be given as wedding gift. The more powerful he gets the more powerful the sword becomes. He alone can use the sword
Diainspar Of Luminosity: is a gemstone similar to a diamond, only it is round and smooth like a marble. This is Ariella’s wedding gift. In the center is what appears to be a flickering ember. This will begin to glow as she touches it
Icriorsi: is the musical instrument with the sound of harp, cello and violin all in one
Blaerix: The Ultimate source of energy and power. One who finds and possess it becomes all powerful ruler
Chapter 1
Something was not right. Ariella Vega’s fingers skittled across the smooth surface of the navigation monitor, trying to get a lock on their location. They should have been closer to Fopra by now, but it seemed the vessel was stalling in space. Her eyes widened at the reading on the monitor, noticing the ship’s main source of power had declined. Immediately, she engaged the reserve.
Even with the emergency reserve employed, the reading on the navigation panel continued its odd behavior. The reserve power percentage reduced from 100% to 92% within seconds of her touching the button.
“Captain, we’re losing power!” she announced.
Her usually smooth, silky tone lifted a decibel. Checking herself, her space cadet training kicked in, almost totally masking the fear and urgency in her voice as she fought to maintain a semblance of composure.
Their small cargo spaceship, the Demac-109, supplied the OM-696 galaxy with Commodities from earth. Ariella Vega was the second in command. Its owner and captain was Delvin McTaggart. In the five years she served under his command, he never broke protocol and was always astute and responsive. Not this day. Captain McTaggart stared blankly into space, barely aware of her calls of warning.
There was one other crewmember, Marlon, who served as the engineer. He was on the lower level trying to fix whatever had gone wrong. For half an hour, the power supply had been steadily failing. Something was draining the craft’s energy and they had no clue what it was. He should have already returned with a report and his tardiness caused her concern.
“What about the reserve?” The captain’s voice was barren.
Her eyes widened as she gazed down at the monitor. The emergency power icon was now flashing, “Emergency Power Running Low.” The power indicator percentages were steadily declining...35%...28%...23%. Without a sustainable power source, the craft, as well as their lives would be lost.
She noticed an object off the ship’s port. When she peered up, it was no longer the
re. She squinted her eyes, scrutinizing the area again. Whatever it was, it had disappeared from the spectrometer before she could get a fix on it. She shook her head and turned toward the captain.
“Sir, we are using our reserve.”
He nodded. “We’ll have to complete our mission in the shuttle. Have Marlon load the supplies.”
His expression continued to be vacant and his demeanor distant. She didn’t wish to overstep her position, but she wasn’t certain he understood the severity of their situation.
“Captain, Delvin McTaggart, Sir.” Addressing him by his full name and rank got his attention. The captain’s head whipped around, meeting the eyes of his sub-commander.
“We don’t have time for that, Sir.”
She touched the Rem-Com on her wrist. The multi-function device looked like a standard-issue military watch, only it served as a map, thermometer, locator, and tele communicator as well.
The indicator light for Marlon was not registering. Her emerald eyes widened as she met the slate-colored eyes of the captain. He appeared disconnected from the perils surrounding them. Something was wrong. The Captain was there, yet he wasn’t. Ariella approached, stopping but an arm’s breadth away. She examined his countenance, searching his face for answers. When he did not respond, she addressed him firmly.
“Sir!”
He blinked and then stared at her, unmoving. Before she could address him further, the craft tilted, knocking him against the navigation monitor. She instinctively grabbed one of the anchored seats.
“Abort, now!” he shouted. He seemed to now be fully engaged by their current peril. “We need to get aboard the shuttle!”
The craft tilted precariously again and started spinning as if on an axel. She immediately assumed a low crouch. When the vessel steadied, Delvin motioned towards the bridge doors.
As they neared the shuttle, she skidded to a stop. “Marlon,” she breathed. When she attempted to turn, the captain grabbed her arm.
“Where are you going, Sub-commander?”
“Marlon, Sir. He hasn’t responded to my calls.”
He gazed down the narrow corridor. “I’ll check on the engineer. You ready the shuttle.”
Ariella stepped into his path. “With all due respect sir, this duty falls to me.”
“Very well. Be careful,” he said, relenting to standard protocol.
As she ran down the corridor, the vessel tilted, throwing her against the wall. She struggled against the constant pull of the ship’s sporadic motions, making her way to the engine room with great difficulty. Thoughts of Marlon and his lack of response to her calls caused her much foreboding. She had to get to him to make sure he was all right. She gritted her teeth, fighting to keep her footing.
The ship lurched hard, sending her crashing against the opposite wall. Her body slid to the floor with the jarring impact. She moaned, pressing her hand into her bruised hip.
“Marlon,” she said aloud, hopelessly gazing down the passage leading to the engine room.
Inhaling deeply, she grasped the rail, pulling herself upright. She tried her Rem-Com again, but it failed to pick up his signal. The craft made another violent jolt. She held tight to the rail, hearing what sounded like an explosion.
Marlon!” she called. “Marlon!” she shouted again as a sick feeling settled into her gut. “No, no.” Shaking her head, she stumbled backwards, trying to deny what she knew to be true. “Marl—“
Before the words escaped her, an eruption of flames consumed the passageway. She screamed, clumsily scrambling backwards. The flames rolled towards her, licking at her feet. She screamed out again, leaping to her feet and running in the opposite direction. Her heart pounded with fear as well as regret.
Marlon, she thought, forcing back her emotions as a sob tried to escape.
The fire hungrily consumed the sound of her voice as she screamed his name one last time, and then scrambled in retreat. Delvin was coming towards her. The reflections of the flames were easily seen in his wide eyes. She tried to rush past him, to return to the bridge, anything to be free of the flames and the destruction they had caused.
Delvin grabbed her and pulled her against him. He gazed down at the fear etched into her features and back to the flames advancing wickedly forward. His eyes narrowed as he pulled her into the shuttle-bay.
She could hardly breathe. Her heart felt as if something sharp and scorching was wedged within, stabbing and sucking the life from her. All she could think about was her friend, Marlon. Dread and denial overcame her as she slumped against the wall.
“We’ve got to find Marlon,” she muttered. When she moved towards the bay doors, the captain grasped her elbow.
“Ariella!” His tone was even and commanding. “Listen to me.”
“No—no, we need to save him.”
Dazed, she glanced back towards the passageway. Her legs would not support her as she attempted to get up to find her friend.
She gasped as another explosion echoed through the corridor. Marlon’s face flashed before her. She thought of their last conversation and their plans to explore Fopra. She shook her head, her eyes filling with tears, no longer caring if she maintained her composure.
The heat and smoke of the quickly advancing flames burned their lungs. The captain moved towards the wall, slamming his palm against the red knob, securing the blast doors. A blaring alarm sounded as they hurried towards the shuttle. He wasted no time releasing the docking clamps and initiating the launch sequence. All protocol was abandoned as the blast doors gave way to another explosion.
Once they cleared the bay, Ariella engaged the aft monitor.
“No,” she moaned, as she watching the spikes of the flames illuminating the darkness, she repeatedly muttered Marlon’s name. “Marlon.”
Marlon was more than a friend. The three of them were like family. They relied on each other for support, for strength, for survival. Now he was gone. He was gone and she could not save him. Taking a deep breath, she secured her harness. Processing her feelings about Marlon had to take backseat to the necessities at hand. They needed to distance themselves from the exploding spaceship. She also wanted to know what caused the craft to fail.
“What coordinates, Sir?” her voice cracked.
He cleared his throat, “Set coordinates for OM-696.”
Her brow knitted. “OM-696?”
“Look behind you,” he said, thumbing over his shoulder.
Glancing behind them, she saw the area piled high with boxes. “How—how did you?” she asked, perplexed.
Shrugging, he shook his head. “Marlon must have realized more than he reported. He was trying to salvage the cargo.”
She didn’t know what to say. She lowered her head as her thoughts returned to Marlon. None of this felt real to her, none of it. Unable to maintain her cool, she glanced back, looking at the boxes. He knew, she thought, wiping away her tears. He knew. And selflessly, he had worked to take care of their interests. She realized once again just how much she was going to miss him.
Closing her eyes, she took another deep steadying breath. “When we arrive on Fopra, we need to perform Marlon’s last rites. He—he was Catholic.”
Delvin’s expression was forlorn. “Are there Catholic priests on that planet?”
“We’ll do the rites, Sir.”
He sighed. “Ariella, I need to tell you something.” Delvin rubbed his calloused hands over his face. “There was—”
The shuttle jerked, cutting his words short. Ariella gasped, grabbing for the console in front of her. When she gazed over at Delvin, the grief on his face was evident.
“Can it wait until we get to Fopra?” she asked, still clutching the console. The turbulence was increasing.
He nodded and then peered at the navigation panel. “What is that?”
“It’s a worm hole, Sir. Hold tight… we’ll pass through soon.”
They gripped the sides of their seats as the turbulence became more profound. Helplessly, they braced
themselves as the shuttle jerked and bumped, taking their stomachs with it. The strong pull of gravity caused by the special anomaly made for an uncomfortable and blinding passage. The heavy darkness surrounding them was pierced only by emergency lights and the navigation panel. By the panel’s readout, it would take eight minutes before they exited the worm hole.
A minute passed. “How… long?” he asked, his voice distorted by the jerking of the craft.
“Seven more minutes, Sir.”
Those seven minutes were the longest she had ever encountered. As they exited the wormhole, the captain steadied the shuttle. The lights on the navigation panel began to blink. He pressed a series of commands and all the numbers became disjointed. She fidgeted with her panel, but could not get the system back up.
“Sir, all systems are down.”
“I can see that,” he said. “Without the navigation system, we’re flying blind. Engage the forward view screen.”
She did as commanded and tried to compensate for the distorted view. The damage they sustained in the wormhole was affecting multiple systems. Twenty minutes later they felt the craft dip. The shuttle sputtered, beginning to jerk. All the lights went out on the panel and the shuttle started losing altitude. Clenching his teeth, the Captain gripped the lever, trying to gain control and lessen their descent.
She could hear him swearing under his breath. They were fast approaching what looked to be a planet. However, there was nothing noted on their star charts. She looked to the captain and back to the distorted view. The front of the shuttle tilted upwards as it met resistance.
“We’re entering the atmosphere!” Delvin called out, straining under the pull of the lever and attempting to reengage the manual navigation.
She screamed, a shrill penetrating cry emanating from deep within her. Her mind raced. Images, words, and places assaulted her; regret consumed her. The loss of her mother, the love of her father, so many emotions and memories, came colliding through her mind like an asteroid destroying a planet. She screamed again, seeing the face of her mother, beckoning her, reaching out to her.
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