Post by BlackCoven on Mar 27, 2005 13:29:24 GMT -5
I am excited with this story and about writing it so I hope you like it......
The next chapter to destiny will be posted by Wed, almost done with it...
Ave Maria! stainless styled!
Foul demons of the earth and air,
From this their wonted haunt exiled,
Shall flee before thy presence fair.
We bow us to our lot of care,
Beneath thy guidance reconciled;
Hear for a maid a maiden's prayer,
And for a father hear a child!
Ave Maria!
The sound of the melody filled the cathedral as twins were cleansed of original sin, as customary for all young Catholics, especially those adopted by the holy church. In the mitts of war, many children are left abandoned or dead. The parents die or leave them behind in order to save themselves. The Christian church was toppled as the remaining followers devote their lives to restructuring the faith of others. Religion became just a word, a relic of the past.
But can you blame them, poverty existed on every corner, misery in every heart. Children left for dead, woman raped while their husbands watched, young boys forced into war without the simple knowledge of how to shoot a gun, disease running rampid as bodies rotted in the streets. How can one have faith while forced to live in hell.
But as time progressed, the people began to disband, What was left of organized government was abolished and people went their own separate ways. Their was no more “America” or “Great Britain” or “China,” there was only your town, your allies and your rules. What was left of the cities was soon looted and people fought each other for what remained. In the middle of the constant riots, people were dragged from their homes and executed, beaten, raped, or kidnapped as was the case with Lucius. Many young boys were taken by mercenaries to not only strengthen their group, but work as servants for robbing people and looting towns. In the mitts of monsters, one becomes that who hates the most.
But this was no marry world, no happy lives, no laughing children, no, it was a wasteland, barren on soil, and barren in the hearts of even the kindest of folk. But how long is this to last before the souls of all are ruined. People have nowhere to go, no one to look too, at least that’s what we all thought.
Though religion has crumbled, faith still exists amongst a few and now more then ever, they are looking to branch out and spread the word. Their hopes lie in an upcoming child by the name of Josiah. He began preaching from the early age of sixteen and has become the most captivating speaker in the entire house. His sermons have not only captured the attention and admiration of his fellow men, but that of his guardians and fellow disciples as well. Speaking was never a problem for Josiah though, it seemed as if he knew what to say as well as move the people. People were just naturally drawn to him, like a paperclip to a magnet. But in his off time, he spent hours and hours locked away, reading the reminisce of lost scriptures and passages from all the holy doctrines. He soaked it all in like a sponge, as if searching for something, a lost passage, something hidden from the world for only him, but in the end, his attempts leave unfulfilled. Is god speaking to him he wonders, why does he continue to dream of things he’s never seen, places he’s never been, people he never met. This other world, its almost as if he lives there, shrouded in confusion. But if his dreams were all pleasant, then he wouldn’t be so concerned. With every dream comes a nightmare, horrible acts, gruesome sights, and the pain of people all around him. No, these dreams must have reason, and he would find the answer in these books, these passages, these words, and when he finds them, the world shall share his discovery and the souls of all will be healed.
And this holy task shall place him in the gates of heaven and the bosum of god. With this, he will become a god amonst men….
Ok, its short but you know me
The next chapter to destiny will be posted by Wed, almost done with it...
Ave Maria! stainless styled!
Foul demons of the earth and air,
From this their wonted haunt exiled,
Shall flee before thy presence fair.
We bow us to our lot of care,
Beneath thy guidance reconciled;
Hear for a maid a maiden's prayer,
And for a father hear a child!
Ave Maria!
The sound of the melody filled the cathedral as twins were cleansed of original sin, as customary for all young Catholics, especially those adopted by the holy church. In the mitts of war, many children are left abandoned or dead. The parents die or leave them behind in order to save themselves. The Christian church was toppled as the remaining followers devote their lives to restructuring the faith of others. Religion became just a word, a relic of the past.
But can you blame them, poverty existed on every corner, misery in every heart. Children left for dead, woman raped while their husbands watched, young boys forced into war without the simple knowledge of how to shoot a gun, disease running rampid as bodies rotted in the streets. How can one have faith while forced to live in hell.
But as time progressed, the people began to disband, What was left of organized government was abolished and people went their own separate ways. Their was no more “America” or “Great Britain” or “China,” there was only your town, your allies and your rules. What was left of the cities was soon looted and people fought each other for what remained. In the middle of the constant riots, people were dragged from their homes and executed, beaten, raped, or kidnapped as was the case with Lucius. Many young boys were taken by mercenaries to not only strengthen their group, but work as servants for robbing people and looting towns. In the mitts of monsters, one becomes that who hates the most.
But this was no marry world, no happy lives, no laughing children, no, it was a wasteland, barren on soil, and barren in the hearts of even the kindest of folk. But how long is this to last before the souls of all are ruined. People have nowhere to go, no one to look too, at least that’s what we all thought.
Though religion has crumbled, faith still exists amongst a few and now more then ever, they are looking to branch out and spread the word. Their hopes lie in an upcoming child by the name of Josiah. He began preaching from the early age of sixteen and has become the most captivating speaker in the entire house. His sermons have not only captured the attention and admiration of his fellow men, but that of his guardians and fellow disciples as well. Speaking was never a problem for Josiah though, it seemed as if he knew what to say as well as move the people. People were just naturally drawn to him, like a paperclip to a magnet. But in his off time, he spent hours and hours locked away, reading the reminisce of lost scriptures and passages from all the holy doctrines. He soaked it all in like a sponge, as if searching for something, a lost passage, something hidden from the world for only him, but in the end, his attempts leave unfulfilled. Is god speaking to him he wonders, why does he continue to dream of things he’s never seen, places he’s never been, people he never met. This other world, its almost as if he lives there, shrouded in confusion. But if his dreams were all pleasant, then he wouldn’t be so concerned. With every dream comes a nightmare, horrible acts, gruesome sights, and the pain of people all around him. No, these dreams must have reason, and he would find the answer in these books, these passages, these words, and when he finds them, the world shall share his discovery and the souls of all will be healed.
And this holy task shall place him in the gates of heaven and the bosum of god. With this, he will become a god amonst men….
Ok, its short but you know me