The Gospel of Eve: Uncovered: A Fantasy Novel

BOOK ONE

Prologue

Look here. It is clearly written here... She points out to him. This is The Book Of Hawwah - First Daughter Of The Earth.

Although Jane knows that Gareth doesn’t understand the ancient script called Cuneiform, she still points it out to him.

Hawwah, who is Hawwah? Gareth asks.

Hawwah is just another name for Eve – the first woman on Earth.

So did she write her own gospel?

There were always a lot of speculation if she did or not. The Gospel of Eve was mentioned in many other gospels as well as ancient writings. There were always rumors about it, but no one had the gospel and they couldn’t find it anywhere – so it was just hypothesis. But this really looks genuine and this might be IT.

Incredible. Gareth says. But why didn't the old man tell you about all this? This is your field of study and he should have known that.

That is what baffles me too. I can't understand it. She says as she unrolls the second scroll and also gives it a cursory glance. This is written exactly like the other Bible books have been written. The same tone, the same vernacular, everything the same.

The only difference being that the Cuneiform script looks much more mechanical than those scripts she read in the museums she visited all over the world. The others were done by hand, but of this script in front of her she can’t be sure. It looks like it was printed by a machine, but that is impossible.

And then Jane’s world crumbles as an arrow explodes through the window and buries itself deep in the mahogany of the table where she and Gareth is studying the scrolls she just discovered. She jumps away, still with the two scrolls in her hand, as two dark figures deftly burst through the window, with glass exploding in all directions.

Now there is no time to think and her body goes over to automatic...

She still has the two scrolls in her hand as she moves away from the table and towards the door. She figured out that she would have no time to grab the box with the rest of the scrolls. That is unless she wants to get caught by the men now exploding through the window.

But in her hasty retreat, she sees Gareth grabbing the box and moving towards the attackers with the intention of hitting them with it. With the big wooden box in his hand, his maneuver is so fast, so powerful that all three of them fall out the window, back to the outside.

Now that she is over the first shock, Jane notices that the attackers are dressed in black with their faces covered in a weird way. Their faces are covered by what looks like black bandages which had been put on haphazardly all across their faces, to cover it. This gives all of them a very weird, scary sort of outlook. Like demons from a strange dimension.

Who are these men dressed all in black and seemingly without faces, and why are they attacking them?

From the way that the attackers are fighting, it is clear that they know what they are doing. She sees Gareth fighting with the two that jumped through the window.

But now that she’s on the outside of the house, she sees there are many more of them.

They have seen her now. She would have gone deeper into the house if she knew there were so many of them, but it is too late now. If she stops now she will only lose momentum and make it more difficult for Gareth. She just hopes he can overpower all of them.

What the hell is going on here... she screams out loud as she runs across the big farm yard. The farm is very remote and she knows she can't expect any help from the outside. She knows she has to find somewhere to hide. This thought makes her to instinctively run towards the tractor that is parked under a tree. The tractor has a glass canopy and once she is inside, she can try to run them down with the huge farm machine.

The mysterious attackers move incredibly fast and in a strange way. She had never seen a fighting style like that before. Because of their strange fighting style, Gareth is clearly not making much progress against them.

What on earth is going on here? How is this possible? Who are these men and why are they attacking without any warning. As she opens the door to the tractor she hears the mysterious voice inside her mind. It vibrates through her head as if speaking from a huge cave.

In looking for the starter button of the tractor, she suddenly sees the cell phone on the dashboard. It is busy charging. This is where her grandfather must have left it since he last used it, and it is still here. God, this is pure luck. She immediately grabs the cellphone and starts paging through the numbers looking for an emergency number. She doesn't know how long it will take for the police or anyone to arrive here in this remote location, but she still has to try.

Gareth is still fighting bravely against the attackers, but it is clear that he is not going to last.

With the phone by her ear and she looking out the window, she sees the beginning of the end.

Through tear filled eyes, Jane now sees the attackers moving towards the tractor at great speed. The one closes to the tractor is already hitting out at the strong glass with his magical sword. This is not going to end well. Why are these strange men attacking her and what do they want?

She also realizes now that since they first jumped through the lounge window, not one of the black clad men said even one word. In fact none of them made any sound at all. That is what made the whole things so absolutely surrealistic.

And all the while the metal of the sword is hitting against the glass. Hard and continuously. Then the glass breaks.

Just as the glass shatters into a million pieces, exploding into the interior of the tractor like hard rain, Jane allows her hand to go into her pocket and she sticks her arm into the big band of metal.

...and then he rested.

He allowed his hand to slide smoothly over her perfect skin. She had the juiciest body he had ever seen since he came to this planet. His hand automatically moved over the smooth and very firm bumps and valleys of her perfect body.

He was a man after all.

In year 17, the head scientist, Nin-Hur-Sah, created what to him was not only a great scientific achievement, but also a great work of art. Not only that, it was also something that would change the history of his newly adopted planet in an unexpected way. In a way that even he - with all his knowledge - could not have anticipated.

They came to this planet seventeen years ago with their giant star-ships. When they landed and breathed in the fresh, almost cool air of this new planet, all of them knew they would never willingly leave here again. They looked around and saw the fresh colors of the forests, the transparent green and blue of the oceans and the brown and black of the good soil. This was heaven in comparison with their own overused planet.

They scouted this planet out for many years before they started the greatest expedition they ever undertook. They were thus were familiar with it. Especially those of them who came here as the first pioneers.

They knew the planet had an intelligent native, roaming over the grasslands and in the forests. They called them proto-humans. These creatures were still in their early stages of developing intelligence, and they knew they would be able to use them to their own ends, making use of that developing intelligence.

But as they trained and convinced the proto-humans to work in their mines, the problems started almost immediately. Problems they couldn't have anticipated. They were, of course, much bigger and stronger than the proto-humans, but that didn't mean the trouble was any less. This was a hard headed species and there was very little they could do to change that. Changing their behavior would not help them in getting more work out of them. This creature was simply not made to work, like they wanted them to work.

And then he came up with the plan. If he could succeed in making a hybrid - a combination of themselves and the proto-humans, their problem would be solved. Once the hybrid was there, they could destroy the proto-humans in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, this was not an easy task. With this experiment he was trying to manipulate the very blocks of creation and it drained even his genius. He and their best scientists worked for years on this and there were many failures. But with each failure he learned and the next experiment went better.

And now he had reached his goal.

He had created her. He immediately called her Hawwah. The bringer of life and queen of the earth. Because that is what she was. The real history of Earth would be written from her creation onwards. They and the proto-humans will slowly disappear from the memory of this world and only she and her progeny will be remembered.

Hawwah measured a little over two meters. Much bigger than the proto-humans, but still smaller than them. Her face was created from a composite of ten of the most beautiful women on his old planet, including the face of his mother. The color of her eyes were bright green like the restless and vast oceans of his new planet. Her lips were full and luscious, like ripe fruit on a forbidden tree.

And most importantly, although she was a creation, he could feel his loins stirring as he looked at her. She was as sexy as any female had the right to be. And that was the most important thing, because through her the people of this world would be born. In more ways than one.

Her breasts, perfect milk sacks, standing up straight and firm with the most beautiful pinkish nipples looking at him like little hard marbles.

Down the valley between her marble white breasts, down her strong tummy to the faint hairs on her pubic area, where that important slit was clearly visible. Then further down her perfect long legs to her feet. Everything smooth and carved out to perfection.

A man who didn’t lust after her is not a man.

Hawwah was perfect on all levels and now he just had to push this button to release her from the machine and bring her into the real world...

Real World

When Jane Parker won a beauty pageant during her last year in school, she was the only one who was surprised.

Her 1.8 meter height already makes her an impressive figure. But add to that her beautiful face with the bright green eyes and the proud Greek nose - as her grandpa always called it - then it was really no contest. There was no way that she could lose any beauty pageant with her slim and very athletic build and that wild light brown hair of hers that always seemed to have a mind of its own.

Although she liked the fuss everyone was making about her, this was not really her thing. She simply didn’t get excited from the attention people gave her. There were other things which made her excited. Deeper things. Things which others found boring.

Her thing was art and with that engineering.

Since she can remember she was interested in art and everything that is associated with it. Art – any type of art – is like pure magic if you look at it in a certain way. All art starts from basically nothing and then it is molded, worked and polished until it become something tangible; something that it wasn't before. Taking a piece of wood or stone and knocking or cutting it into a beautiful work of art. Modifying the blankness of a canvas with colored paint and making it come alive. Filling a blank page with words and thereby creating something that people will still read for years to come. That is art and that is magic.

This was what excited her. And that is what she studied at university, despite fierce resistance from her family- except Grandpa, of course - who wanted her to do business studies.

You must think of your future, Jane.

There is no real money in art history.

Why would you even consider something like this? How are you going to make a living?

Despite the fierce opposition, she became an art historian. To the average person the study of art and its history seems like the most boring thing on earth, but to Jane this was excitement of the highest level.

With her long light brown hair, her impressive 1.8 meters height as well as that self-assured walk of hers, Jane was always someone that others admired. But she had a shyness in her that she herself could never understand. The thing is that she preferred to be on her own, doing her own thing.

That is what made her interested in art and everything that goes with it in the first place. To lie on her stomach in her room, paging through book after book, looking at all the magical pictures and sometimes reading the stories that went with it. Or walking through Uncle Hugh’s big garden looking at each statue and wondering how it all started. All that made her love of art to grow and grow and at the end it was simply a flood that she couldn't stop.

It was always as if something told her that art is the thing that will lead her on her true path through life.

She also spent a lot of time here, on her grandpa's farm as a child. She and her sister. But her sister mostly went to her friends, while she played on her own.

The many childhood visits to this farm she can remember very well. Especially that day that she came to the river on her own. Since she was very small she can remember that she was always a bit scared when she had to walk through the dark forest that separated the big yard from the river. It was a five minute walk through the forest, but she never liked it, even when she was with other people. But on her own it was even worse.

And that particular day, when she came out of the forest, she immediately saw her grandpa. He was already in his early fifties in those years. But now he was naked.

He was completely naked, swimming in the river, obviously not knowing that she was coming to the river, thinking she joined Amanda with her friends. And this is what Jane saw as her first sexual experience. Something that would always stay with her.

By that time she had already started noticing boys and that they were excitingly different. She also got certain very nice sensations in her pussy when certain things happened and she liked it. Amanda even told her she could stimulate herself with her fingers, but she just laughed it off.

But here her grandpa was naked in front of her. She really wanted to see this. It excited her in a way that she had never been excited before.

She hid herself in the long grass behind a tree where she knew he would never see her. But she could clearly see him.

The old man was tall and strongly built. What she liked was the clear hardness of his body. Hard and strong from always working with his hands. And then her eyes automatically went down to that thing hanging between his legs. That thing that boys have that she could never understand. When her eyes locked with it, it was as if a smooth climax - something which she never felt before - surged through her body like a strong and very hot electric current.

When that thought crossed her mind, she immediately thought of stripping off all her clothes and run towards her grandpa.

But she had too much respect for her grandpa and would never do something like that. So she just lay there in the grass and watched the old man as he swam naked in the transparent waters of the river.

And now the old man is dead and buried and she inherited the farm from him. She came here today to inspect the place and see what there is. This is her place now and she will slowly change it until it resembles her and her way of doing things.

That is even what the old man instructed in his testament.

I am gone now and Paradise belongs to you. Search and discover. Make it yours and find your true destiny.

That was what he wrote to her in a private letter that the lawyer gave her. While he was alive he never said anything, but now it seems there was something more to Paradise than what she ever thought.

And when she thought about it, her grandpa was the one who introduced her to art those many years ago. She never thought about it in that way, but after she read the letter she suddenly realized it in a big way. He was basically the only one who encouraged her to study history.

History is the most important science there is. He always said. Without History, there would be no other sciences.

And this made her natural curiosity to come alive.

Gareth

This is the perfect place to come and relax between work bouts... She laughs as they walk back towards the house and the farm yard. She knows she is not a farmer and she wouldn't farm on this place. But she would come here to relax. This is where she grew up.

Yes, your grandpa must have loved you very much. Gareth says as he looks down at her.

She smiles as he says this. It gives her a warm feeling to think of the old man. In more ways than one.

Grandpa knew how much I love this place. I practically grew up here when I was little. When I was older, and at school, I couldn't wait for the holidays to start so that I could return here. She says as they exits the forests and enter the big dusty yard.

She noted that she felt no fear when she walked through the forest with Gareth at her side. It was only with him that she didn’t feel that familiar fear. The truth was that the forest was actually the only place to invoke some kind of a fear inside of her. The fear was there even with other people, except Gareth. He must have some kind of magic inside of him. A kind of magic that connects perfectly with her. He is the one.

She and Gareth make a perfect combination.

He is the owner of a very popular security company, which provides bodyguards for very important people. After he left the Army, he decided to start a company like that. At the company he was all matcho and all that, but Gareth also had a softer side. He was an artist.

A different, unexpected form of art. He was a cartoonist. When she met him, he already had a syndicated strip that appears in a major newspaper on a daily basis. And then he worked on many major graphic novels. He was even working on one of his own, but was still looking for a writer to write a proper story for him.

I'm calling it Cathy Lang and she's an anthropologist, exploring the secrets of the ancient world. And then he would laugh. I am sure you know whom I based her on. He would say as he showed her the drawings of the athletically build, very cute female explorer.

Laura Croft? She would tease him.

Ah, Laura Croft can come and learn from the person this character is base on. He would then say as he lean over and lay a kiss on her lips.

Unfortunately, what I do is not exciting at all. She would say. Not to the average person, at least. In practice it is just scratching around in dark and dusty places, looking for that one painting, that one sculpture, that one manuscript that will put the world on fire. I found many of those so far, but there is still a lot of exploration to be done.

And then he would laugh that same laugh that made her fall in love with him.

What is only a day at the office to you, my love, is an adventure to the rest of us. Who knows what ghosts and demons dwell in those dark basements and lofts that you have to explore? And what about those dark caves and tombs that hide the really good stuff? We will still have to learn and you will have to fight.

Fight? She would laugh. That would be the end of me. I couldn't even fight a child. I would be too scared of hurting whomever attacks me. For that I have you.

Her and Gareth's first meeting was the most exciting event that ever happened in her life. It was exhilarating, but she never wants to experience something like that again - ever.

Under normal circumstances the two of them would never have met as their interests are completely different and very far apart. Although he is a cartoonist, one of his hobbies is the martial arts. He is fighting on a professional level and that leads his world in a complete different direction than hers. She was never much into physical things. That is what bored her.

But their first meeting depended on Gareth's physical skills.

She can remember it very well:

It was late evening and she was on her way to her car, which was parked on the top of the building, when she was suddenly surrounded by this group of Blues. She never had much contact with Blues, but what she heard of them was not good.

There's nothing you can do, bossy, so don't even try. The oldest Blues said as he approached her menacingly.

She immediately knew what he said was true. She never learned how to fight and she wasn't that fit in any case. So she knew there was nothing much she herself could do to fend off this attack. On top of that, it was only the five of them in the deserted parking garage and no matter how fast she ran, they would catch her before she reaches any door. There was no one else to help her.

She felt that lameness which she always felt when she knew she was powerless, settling in her knees. That fear - the same fear she always felt when walking through that forest - was now settling in her throat like a big lump.

She could smell the stink of the Blues and this scared her even more, because she knew what they were going to do to her. She read and heard many stories of how heartless and cruel the Blues are. The country had become a haven for crime and the Blues were right on top of that heap.

They must have seen the fear clearly written on her face, because they started laughing out loud.

Ah, come on bossy. Don't fear us. You might even enjoy it. They say we Blues have the biggest dicks this side of hell. And this made the others laugh out even louder. And that laughter made her even lamer and less able to do anything to save herself.

And then Gareth's voice suddenly thundered over everything there in that deserted parking garage. He looked like a blond god against the filth of the four Blues men.

I doubt that, Blue. And if you and your scummy chums just walk away now, you will all still have your dicks tomorrow.

They all turned to look at him where he was casually strolling towards them from among the parked cars.

Jane could sense that this immediately made the Blues angry. They were many and he was one, so how dare he talk to them like that. They ruled this country and everything in it belongs to them.

You fuck-off whitey...this is not your business...I...

The next moment the Blues' face just exploded into a cacophony of red and white as Gareth's fist exploded into his face. Jane had never seen anything like that. It was so fast, so powerful that there are simply no words to describe it with.

The Blues sank painfully down to the concrete floor of the parking garage, his face bloodily smashed in. By that time Gareth was already bringing two of his mates down to the ground with a swift movement of his arms.

His movements were simply that fast. Incomprehensible to an untrained person. With the Blues down on the floor he knocked them out, by hitting their faces, breaking nose bone and teeth in the process. This was cruelty at its apex and the only language the Blues truly understand.

The fourth one saw all this and instinctively knew he had no chance against this enraged White man. The true nature of the Blues now came to the fore, which meant he ran. He ran away from his mates as fast as his legs could carry him. All talk of brotherhood and fighting whitey now completely out of his mind. Now it was only the fear of death and pain that drove him.

But Gareth seemingly was prepared for this and threw out what looked like a thin piece of string towards the running Blues. It hook to his shirt with a swish sound. Gareth pulled and brought the Blues down to the ground in a very violent manner. Gareth then powerfully pulled the Blues towards him. He then quickly and very artfully moved the very long string around the other three Blues, until all three of them were tightly tied up.

He then moved the string around their throats and tied it to one of the concrete pillars with some deft movements.

Two Blues were out for the count while the other two was still conscious.

I wouldn't make any sudden movements if I were you. If you do, all four of you will be choke to death in the most horrible way. Once the process started, it can't be stopped. Gareth said as he smiled into the one Blues' face. So just pray your jiggaboo brothers don't jerk when they wake up or you will all be dead.

The fear was now clearly written on the face of the dim witted Blues' face.

Then Gareth took Jane by the hand and led her away. She was very impressed with his self-assured manner. This was the first man she met, that reminded her of her grandpa. And he felt so strong.

That is how they met. Almost in the fires of hell.

He immediately took her for a coffee, because he said she was still shaken up and some good company and a strong coffee would bring her back to normal.

As they sat there in that cafe she fell in love with him.

But what about those men. Won't they choke to death?

Ah, you are such a sweet person. You are still worried about them, although they were going to rape you, take your car and then kill you. He gave a tight smile at this. But don't worry. I was just telling him that ridiculous story, so that they would be too scared to do anything. I didn't bind them in a way that could kill them, although I could have.

That could be considered their first date. She found in Gareth a mate that she never thought she would have. He was so totally her opposite that it was almost impossible to imagine or even describe it. In a strange way this made them perfect for each other.

He introduced her to the world of doing things in a physical way. Working out, visiting the gym, bringing your body in motion with a specific goal in mind. In almost no time, her weak body was quickly changed into a powerhouse of fitness and strength. And she actually like how she felt once her body was strong and fit. She didn't only feel better, she could also think better and sleep better. In fact everything was better now.

He introduced her to a world, which existence she was aware of, but for which she cared very little. All that changed now.

But from now on she would keep herself fit and strong. It helped her in her work in a big way.

From her side, she could also teach him some things he didn't know.

She showed him how he could bring the work of the old master's into his own comics. How the different drawing techniques of then was also applicable to what he was currently doing. And most importantly, she was the one who introduced him to Da Vinci. Once Gareth started to learn of this genius he was hooked into art history in a big way.

He even started drawing a side strip called Da Vin C- the Hood, about a ghetto kid who always comes up with these ingenious ideas and does clever graffiti that he puts up at night when everyone's asleep.

She and Gareth were the perfect couple. Opposite poles that connected on all levels. She knew that Gareth was her partner for life and no one would ever satisfy her like he did.

But now, back on her estate, she had to start sorting out her grandpa's stuff. When they were small, she and her sister were never allow to scratch around in his stuff. Especially places like the outside sheds were off limits to them...and as far as she know everyone else too.

When they became older, they were simply no longer interested in whatever was in the sheds and she never even gave it another thought.

But now the thought that she could reconnoiter around in the old man's holy of holiest, actually made her a bit excited. What will she find there that the old man hid from them all these years?

Gareth walks towards the front garden as she unlocks and push open the huge door of the shed. The inside of the shed is big, but semi-dark. It has no windows and the only light is that coming in via slits in the walls.

But strangely, this darkness does not fill her with fear. The feeling she gets is one of exhilaration - so as if she belongs here.