Copyright
This fictional work, including all incidents, dialogue, and characters with the peculiarity of popular historical and public figures, are artifacts of the author’s imagination and are not to be portrayed as real. Where real-life historical and public figures are presented, their circumstances, dialogues, and developments are fictional and not to change the actual historical events or to change the fictional nature of the work. Additional regards, any resemblance to living or dead individuals is absolutely simultaneous.
Copyrighted 2013 by Cassidy LionHeart. All Rights Reserved.
Book Cover Design by Cassidy LionHeart
The Library of Congress has cataloged this book as follows:
LionHeart, Cassidy
Enigma of the Soul - Book 1 – Pieces
ISBN-13: 978-1494253400 (Paperback)
Dedication
A very special thanks to my wife, Wendy, for putting up with all the craziness that spewed from me during the time it took to write this book. Chris for presenting the page layout template that adapted for my story. I would also love to thank Kim for being my first reader and my guinea pig that helped me to workout the early kinks. Ashley for pointing out the uneven flow of the first chapter, this has become the first section, and for helping me to refine the flow of the story. David for taking the time to do a complete first major edited, I cannot stop thanking you.
Furthermore, to everyone that waited for this book to be produced. Thank you all for being tolerant of the many difficulties of the long road to write this book.
Also special thanks to the unnamed individuals that told me to believe in myself and stood by me the whole way through the long enjoyable process of writing this book.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Table of Contents
Foreword
Chapter Zero: God & Lucifer
Section One: Birth & Death
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 Zero One
Section Two: The Deal
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Section Three: Time, Truth, & Family
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Section Four: Love & Power
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Section Five: To Hell & Back
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
End of
Coming Soon
About the Author
Foreword
The front cover came to me one afternoon when I was working my forty hour workweek job that is mind numbing. I envisioned two souls, red top and blue bottom, single souls combining into one to create the middle, a new soul. This picture also reminds me when two people who are in love act as one being, becoming greater then themselves.
I hope that you, the reader, enjoy the story that I have shared with you. This story was from a dream that I had over three years ago. It took me three days to process what I dreamt that night. On the fourth day, I spoke with my loved one about my dream, and if I should make it into a book series. With a big loving smile, yes was said, and that was the beginning of this book series. Fast-forward to today, as I am writing this, I am thinking about the process of self-publishing and the future that this book series will take me. I started with just an idea and a dream to do something different with my life. This change exploded into a journey of wonder. Unknown knowledge that I found made me smile, laugh sometimes, and question everything in the end. The more answers I found, the more my mind questioned. I learned a lot writing this book and enjoyed writing every minute of it.
Remember that in the end, the views and ideas presented within these pages is a work of fiction, if any ideas conflict with your own, take it as grain of sand and have a great day.
Chapter Zero: God & Lucifer
As God and Lucifer float in the endless void, God thinks about the future and the fate of all existence. He turns to Lucifer.
"There will be a Tri-Soul that will create itself and become just as powerful as I. It will go on to destroy everything that we will create in the coming week."
"This Tri-Soul, it will be just as powerful as you? I thought that I was just as powerful as you?" Lucifer is confused by what God is saying.
"No. You are not as powerful as I am. I could not create you that way. If you choose to terminate my existence, then what good will become of this? We are to be an ever-balancing scale that is always tipped in the right direction. You are there if I choose to tip the scale in the wrong direction. I am here to make sure that you will not tip the scale in the other direction. We shall be an eternal balancing act. Good and Evil.” God replies looking at Lucifer with a smirk. “But the real question is who is good and who is evil?"
"When will we know that this Tri-Soul creates itself?"
"That is the Enigma of the Soul.”
Section One: Birth & Death
Chapter 1
In the beginning of the sixteen-century, Earth entered a time of uncertainty.
A change in power, love, and hate came in the way of birth. This birth changed everything that Humanity, Angels, and Djinns knew and believed.
This birth was the birth of the Tri-Soul. God did not create it, nor did Lucifer. It created itself and it did this by accident. This accidental birth changed the history known to all and will change all of the rules of the universe.
The Tri-Soul will choose what it wants to be. Only time will tell if it is for good or for evil.
Chapter 2
David heads into town with his younger brother Markus and his younger sister Wendi to spend his twentieth birthday money. Marnina and Zebedeo, David’s aunt and uncle, both agree that it is time to start trusting David because he is growing into a man. They decide to let him drive the horse and wagon by himself when he wants to go into town. As David, Markus, and Wendi head off to spend the day in town, they talk about meeting Merlin for the first time. Markus and Wendi laugh while admitting it was hard to keep the secret from him because his idol, Merlin, was going to be at the party. As the trio continues down the dirt road into town, something terrible is happening back at their aunt and uncle’s house; something that did not want to stay in the past.
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Dimitri stands over Zebedeo with a shovel firmly in his hands. Zebedeo slips into the realm of unconsciousness due to the blow from the shovel against his head. Zebedeo’s blood drips from the edge of the shovel as Marnina cowers in the corner whimpering.
Dimitri spits on Zebedeo head then says to Marnina. “Get up! You worthless parent-killer’s wife! Get up and face me! I want to see your eyes. I want to see your soul slip away from you just as my mother’s soul slipped away from her as she lay dying in her own pool of blood.”
Pulling out a long butcher knife covered in blood, Dimitri puts the knife to Marnina’s throat and says.
“You see I’ve had lots of practice with your livestock out back. I figured that if you are dead you don’t really need all that cattle;” Dimitri slowly pushes the blade of the knife in to Marnina’s throat.
“I don’t know what you are talking about. I have lived here all my life. We were never in the town that you lived in. Zebedeo was in the police two years before we meet, but he always did the right thing,” Marnina tries to talk while the knife cuts ever so slowly into her throat and blood slides down the side of her neck.
“Oh, I see now. He never told you what he has done, him and his police friends. Let’s bring you up to speed shall we.”
Chapter 4
Dimitri sprints into the kitchen trying to catch his breath. His stepmother glimpses at him then goes back to cooking dinner. Dimitri tries to speak but only damp hot air pours out from his mouth.
“What is it this time, Dimitri? What have you done this time? I’m not going to bail you out again. You are just going to have to start growing up and being responsible, like your father.” Tegan washes her hands and turns around to look at Dimitri again.
“It’s Dad…” Dimitri blurts out, still trying to catch his breath.
“Your father, James, is he okay?” Tegan’s voice changes to be more concerned than scolding.
“No, Mom, he’s…” Dimitri bursts into tears.
“What … happened?” Tegan tries to hold back tears.
“He was trying to defend a helpless old man that wasn’t hurting anyone when men picking on the old man jumped Dad and started beating him up too. He didn’t do anything wrong!”
Dimitri goes from a soft tone of voice to an enraged warrior ready to kill any man that would come in line of sight. Tegan and Dimitri embrace in a tearful, shaking hold not knowing what is to come next. Tegan puts on her shoes, and they head toward where everything happened with Dimitri leading the way.
Dimitri and Tegan make it to the inn the old man was sitting outside before being attacked. Puzzling look appears on Dimitri and Tegan faces because there is nobody in sight. The old man is gone. James is gone too.
“Dimitri, you and your father better not be messing around with me. This had better not be a joke, a really bad joke. Because if I find out that this was just to get me in town, I’m going to kill the both of you!” Tegan says, pointing at Dimitri as she scolds.
Dimitri is not paying attention to her at all. He is looking for his father’s body when he comes across two lines about twelve inches apart, and they look like drag marks. Dimitri waves at Tegan to be quiet and follow him. They follow the marks on the ground around to the back of the building and find James’ body lying face down in a pool of blood. Tegan and Dimitri races over to James’ body, pushing off the trash piled on him to conceal the body. Dimitri kicks a rum bottle to the other side of the street as Tegan begins to speak.
“What happened? What happened to my James?” Tegan starts to cry as she holds James’ body closer to her. Dimitri just stands there speechless, shocked to what they have just found. He tries to muster up some tears of his own, but he is all cried out. As Dimitri watches his stepmother, all he has ever known as mom, holds in her arms his dead father washing away the blood on his face with her tears.
“I never got to say… I love you… I love you, James.” Tegan’s tears are drying up as her eyes turn crusty with pain. Tegan is off in her own little world when Dimitri hears the pounding of a horse’s feet clapping against the clay brick. Dimitri glances up to see the local police wagon with men hanging on to it coming down the alleyway. As the wagon gets closer to Dimitri and Tegan, one of the men at the front recognizes Dimitri standing next to his father’s body.
“Get him!” the officer barks at the wagon driver. The wagon steers in the direction of Dimitri and Tegan. Dimitri thinks quickly and grabs his mother’s arm to pull her close to the building, but her husband’s body pins down her legs. In the split second, before the wagon shears them in half. Dimitri lets go of Tegan and sucks himself as close to the building as possible. The wagon screams pass him and one of the men on the back swings a baton at Dimitri’s head barely missing him. A deafening scream of a woman’s voice, followed by a couple of thumps to the ground, bounce off Dimitri's eardrums. He knew what happened and expected more in the next couple of seconds. As Dimitri falls away from the building, he catches a glimpse of the alley. His parents’ bodies lying there twisted and mangled by the wheels of the wagon. Studying what the wagon and the men on the back are going to do next, he notices his stepmother is still alive. The wagon continues down the alleyway while its riders try to regain control of the wagon. Dimitri runs over to his mother and scoops her up in his arms. She realizes it is him and reaches up to her necklace, pulls it off, then gives it to him.
“Take this to my brother…” her voice breaks off as she coughs up blood. “He… will… take care of you...”
Another blood stained cough, “Now run… Dimitri… Run…” She falls back, limp, into his bloody arms.
Mustering the strength to stand, Dimitri fights with himself not to stay and fight the men that just killed his father and mother. Three of them jump from the back of the wagon as it stops at the end of the alleyway. Two of them are dressed in policemen's uniforms, and one is in street clothes. The three men start running at Dimitri, knowing that he is the only witness. Dimitri looks down at his stepmother and father's bodies. Then he turns around and runs, never looking back. The men shout at Dimitri. As they yell, the men snarl threats to kill Dimitri if they catch him.
It is not long until Dimitri cannot even hear the men that were chasing him. He has lost them in all the hiding here and jetting there. He knows what he has to do. Dimitri heads home to gather up some of his belongings to take to his uncle's house. On the way, he sees his home but something is not right. He does not remember leaving the stove on but smoke rises from the chimney. As he gets closer, he observes men standing in front of his home talking to each other. One of the men comes out of the house carrying a heavy torch, dressed in a policeman's uniform. Dimitri stops dead in his tracks. He hides behind a tall oak tree that is one hundred feet away from his home. Dimitri realizes that these same men that were in the back alleyway chasing him just a couple of hours ago.
“How did these men find my home? How did they find out who I am? Where are his parents’ bodies? Wait... does it matter? I can't go there and demand that they do as I say. I would be killed and then nobody would know what happen to my parents. I just need to get to my uncle's home. He will help me sort all of this out and maybe then I can come back to my house. But... dear God what have they done to my home?” Dimitri thinks as he stands watching the men burn his house to the ground. He knows that he can never return to the life that he once lived. The only direction left is forward.
Two days of walking, Dimitri stays off the road as he heads towards the small town of Tea Stone where his uncle lives. Dimitri has only eaten twice since he left his home to travel. Once was when he came across some wild cherry bushes, and the second time was when he came across a merchant that felt sorry for him due to his physical state of being. Dimitri comes to the bottom of an enormous hill that he knew he had to go over to reach his final destination. He peers over the top of the hill but only sees black, feeling his body collapse to the warm ground.
Waking up a couple of hours later, he looks around to
see where he is and does not recognizing anything. A heavyset woman stands over a bed in the corner caring for a sick child. She is not the same color as him, but not terribly dark in her complexion.
She hears him try to get out of his bed, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You have a nasty cut on your foot that needs to heal. You just stay there, and ol’Mama Browning will take good care of you.”
Not listening to her, Dimitri tries to put his foot on the floor. Excruciating pain shoots up his leg and into his brain as he lets out a crying yell.
Ms. Browning glances at the child that she has been taking care of for the last couple of days, “They just never listen, do they.”
The child smiles back at Ms. Browning and nods her head. Dimitri stops crying to ask a question.
“Where am I? Who are you?”
“Well, sugar, you are in the house of Lambourne, and that is best known as an orphanage. The master of the house is Mr. Quinn, and he is kin to you by your stepmother. Or at least that is what he tells everyone around here.”
Ms. Browning checks on Dimitri’s wounded foot and sees that he has not torn the stitches open, “Mr. Quinn told me that you can live here for how ever long you wish too. He has a faint clue to what has happened to your mother and father. But we can talk later; it’s time for little Dimitri to rest now.”
Chapter 5
Dimitri kicks Marnina’s legs out from under her making her lie on her stomach facing her husband as he starts to slit her throat.
“I’m so sorry,” Marnina, cries her heart out for the deed that has now come full circle. “I never knew!”
“I’m really sorry, too. Because of your husband’s actions you have to pay for his sins as well.” Dimitri slits her throat side-to-side then slams the butcher knife into her the back of her neck cutting the spinal column in half. With that, Zebedeo starts to wake up from being knotted out. He smells smoke but feels no heat. He opens his eyes slightly to realize only one can open due to all the dry blood matting it shut.
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