In another reality, humans live in shackles in a community of galaxies. An imperial alien species known as the Reatee has human slaves to bend to their will. His imperial majesty, Natashalace, has ruled since humans became slaves. “Devourer of planets” is what his name means in the ancient tongue. His fleet and armies control the universe, thriving in darkness. The only thing they hate more than beautiful nebulas is the sun’s burning light.
Wearing unchained shackles are the Magen people, a human tribe under the authority of Natashalace’s challenger, the supreme being. The Magen people are an example of freedom, an existence lost to the dark infinite of space and time buried under millennia of war.
For over 100,000 years, the galaxies have known nothing but war. Besides going into battle as slaves, humans take no active part in the conflict. The only beings who clash against the Reatee are The Vanguard, an army of stars serving the supreme being on the frontlines where millions of star systems hang in the balance.
Peace talks are infrequent, but the Horizon Gap is the only territory in the universe where the opposing forces negotiate terms and rewrite borderlines. A complement of Vanguard warriors stands at the entrance to the Horizon Gap, letting no Reatee or human enter without permission from the supreme being.
After a seemingly endless time, the emperor has the Magens cornered just outside the entrance to the Horizon Gap, precisely where the rogue tribe does not have permission to enter. Their days of hit and runs as a people of strength are over. They once had places to which they could flee from the emperor’s terrible retaliation, but no more.
Enraged and nearing his goal of complete control of the known galaxies, the emperor moves to eradicate the Magens, and wipe them from the face of existence. The Magens’ only rescuer is a ghost and its rider whom they recognize as their rightful leader.
Wherever the ghost and its rider appear, humble planets rejoice, and proud cities crumble. The ghost and its rider leave judgment and restoration in their wake. With the power to challenge the Reatee and their emperor, the ghost and its rider are on a mission to undo the bondage of slavery across the universe.
No one knows the name of the mysterious rider, but for 100,000 years, his ghost has been called by one name, the Wings of the Universe.
WHAT IS THIS STORY?
This is an allegorical retelling of the Bible, a nuanced approach to that which laid the foundation for the faith of generations and millions today. Now, I know what you’re thinking: Not another Christian allegory? This is not your C.S. Lewis story for a modern audience and is not an adult-friendly narrative like Tolkien’s. Those literary giants had their part in Christian and Catholic storytelling, and they did a superb job.
In fact, they served their readers so well that their legacy continues to feed our imagination today. The only problem with that is there’s nothing else to contrast such literary achievements. Christian allegorical storytelling has yet to make another dent in the literary landscape. Instead, we get a plethora of shallow, on-the-nose attempts at allegory that care more about being technically consistent than being rich in nuance.
What makes this allegory unique is its stage setup. Instead of being a direct parallel to the biblical narrative, Wings of the Universe aims to turn the right-side-up world upside down – make the invisible, well, visible. The players that populate the stage of this story portray the spiritual landscape of the biblical narrative.
Categorically, the Wings of the Universe is completely different from my other work, The Eternal Moon. Where that series is 90% science fiction and 10% fantasy, the story here is dressed as 10% science fiction and 90% fantasy. The science fiction portion maintains the rules which dictate what can and can’t happen in the fantastical aspect.