Chapter 2: The Revelation
When Pablo finally arrived at his destination, he was greeted by a very tall man, with long white hair, thick gray eyebrows, and penetrating hazel eyes.
Approaching Pablo, he said in a deep, resonant voice, “Hello. I am Slade. Can I help you?”
Without beating around the bush, Pablo blurted out, “I’m Pablo, and I need help figuring out what’s wrong with my son, Kyle.”
Slade smiled reassuringly. “Okay, Pablo, tell me what you know, and I’ll see how I can help.”
Pablo began by telling Slade how his son never got hurt or sick. He told the old man everything, from the experience at the market and the bright light, to the day he watched his son place his hands in the flames and not get burned. Slade listened silently. When Pablo finished talking, Slade closed his eyes, meditating and processing what he had heard.
When he finally opened his eyes, he spoke with intensity, “I have been waiting for you, and what I am about to tell you might sound unreal or hard to believe, but believe me, it’s as real as the air we both breathe. You see, your son is different, an asset to the world.”
Bewildered, Pablo asked, “How did you know I was coming?” he asked. “As soon as you began to tell me what the boy was capable of, I knew who he was and the purpose of this visit,” said the old man. “You see, every ten thousand years, an exceptional being is born, with a mission to abide for ten thousand years. At the end of their cycle, another one is born.”
Slade paused, giving Pablo time to absorb this information. “When they are born, they look like any other child. But their special purpose is to ensure balance is kept. You see, Pablo, there is a thin line between humans, animals, and nature. That thin line is Kyle: he is connected with everything. For instance, he can communicate with animals, and they respect the presence of a being like himself as an Alpha.”
Once again Slade paused, aware that these revelations might be overwhelming the father. “In terms of his connection to nature, you only need look at his skin. It is as smooth as porcelain, yet hard as rock and as indestructible as diamonds. He is one with the very minerals of this earth. Kyle harnesses a direct tie with every living thing, and it is his job to maintain balance between them, eliminating anything that may conflict with his rightful agenda.” Slade looked deep into Pablo’s eyes, seeking to see if he understood. The younger man stared back in disbelief, but Slade knew he had to continue providing the answers Pablo needed.
“They grow at the normal rate of a regular child, until the age of thirteen. That is when the profound changes begin. Before that time, they are relatively average—except for their skin and, of course, the gift you have already witnessed. When they sense danger, they radiate a light that may even blind you momentarily! But it is their defense mechanism, the way they protect themselves as children.”
Pablo was not only having a hard time believing what he was hearing, the thought that there would be more changes to come, was deeply frightening. He did not know what to expect, but this man, Slade, would surely answer all his questions--questions whose answers he was not ready to hear. But for the sake of his child and the future before them, he had to know.
Troubled and conflicted, he placed his hands over his face, breathing deeply and releasing a heavy sigh. And then he willed himself to remember why he had made this journey: to know the truth.
“What happens when he becomes thirteen?” Pablo barely choked the question out.
“At the age of thirteen, he will develop his wings. They are white, and what will appear as feathers are extremely sharp blades. And these, my friend, are even stronger than his own skin, which, as I have said, is as tough as diamonds. He will protect himself with those wings, as well as the light that you have seen radiate from him on several occasions.” Slade smiled. “It is really a marvelous sight. Nothing can harm him, Pablo. His body is so strong that it is practically indestructible—except for one weak spot. His neck is his Achilles’s heel. But his amazing wings always shield his neck, so there is nothing to worry about.”
Although what Slade had told Pablo was an awful lot for him to accept, he had already seen with his own eyes Kyle’s incredible abilities. He had witnessed unexplainable events, and now, as crazy as the explanation was, he had no choice but to believe.
Interrupting Pablo’s thoughts, Slade asked, “How old is the child now?”
“He will be eight years old soon.”
Slade stared off into the distant mountains, deep in thought. He stroked his chin and suddenly looked as if a lightbulb had turned on in his head. Without even turning to look at Pablo, he said, “You should bring him to me. He will need training.” Crinkling his brows and with a hint of alarm in his voice, Pablo asked, “Training? Training for what?”
Slade replied, “He is not the only one, you see. There are others. Four others, to be exact. They are called Wingblades, and each conti- nent has one. They all need training for this gift they are born with.”
It was all too much for Pablo. “Why my son?” he asked overcome with emotion. He had always known something was different about Kyle, but never in a million years could he have imagined that his child, whom he had raised and watched grow, was a special being.
It was all so unheard of and unreal.
Slade shook his shaggy head. “I don’t know. No one knows, and no one can answer that, but you should bring him here if you want what’s best for him.”
Looking at Slade as if he were crazy, Pablo replied, “How can you think that I would so easily hand my son over to you? I do not know you, and it is my job to protect him!”
“Do you think that I, an old man, could possibly do any harm to this boy?” Slade said reasonably. “A boy who has shown you what he is capable of, a boy who has come out unscathed in an attack by wild beasts? I am no match to challenge this child, nor would I ever intend to do so.”
Pablo had a quick response: “Perhaps you’re right, you may not be able to harm him physically, but who’s to say you won’t poison his mind with negativity and corrupt my boy?” “I have full knowledge on how to harness and manage every change that Kyle’s kind goes through. Pablo, you have already done the foundational work in this child. You have taught him how to be humble, genuine, and kind-hearted. These values have been permanently instilled within him. I cannot change that, nor can I deter him from his true purpose. My only job is to physically prepare him for his transition. To help him navigate every change and explain what is happening to him. I am merely his coach.”
Pablo still was not completely convinced. “I hear you, Slade, but I still don’t understand why he must stay up here with you--a perfect stranger! Why couldn’t he stay home with us and train and learn there?”
Slade sighed in frustration. “Pablo I need you to try and grasp the magnitude of your child’s gift. You and your wife are nowhere near equipped to help him develop it, and keeping Kyle at home would be disastrous. Not to mention that it will draw attention to your family—to him!--and you know what’ll happen once that occurs, don’t you? People will see, and they will talk. Something you need to remember is that people fear what they do not understand, and when that fear spreads, word will fall into the hands of the authorities. They’ll come and take Kyle away from you. They will label him a freak, a monster, an alien that they need to dissect, and you, Pablo, will never see your son again. And keep in mind that Wingblades live 10,000 years which means that your son will spend the remainder of his life in captivity as a lab rat instead of fulfilling his destiny. Is that what you want?”
Anxiously, Pablo rubbed his forehead. Slade’s words rang true and the prospect of his son suffering in captivity was unbearable. He knew he could not stand in the way of what was best for Kyle—and that was Slade. Kyle needed Slade to reach his potential and help the world..
Swallowing hard, he looked Slade in the eye. “I will bring him to you, but how long will he have to be here?”
Knowing this was usually the hardest part for the parents of these extraordinary beings, Slade answered gently, “He will have to be here for the next five years--and don’t tell anyone of his gifts, for it will surely bring trouble your way. You and your wife are to keep this secret.”
Pablo sighed deeply, resigned but heartbroken. “You still haven’t told me how much I should pay you for the services you are...