Post by BlackCoven on Apr 13, 2005 3:51:00 GMT -5
I am so mad that I don't have more time to write these days but I promise one day I will. This story is fresh in my mind so I will be updating this one more then destiny, but I will still try to have a new chapter of destiny every other week at least.
Act 4
“That should be the last of it…” Michael says as he lifts the remaining gas tank in the back of the large flatbed truck. A massive transport vehicle was the only option if they were to travel alone.
“Michael, check this out…..I found it in my fathers things.” Lucius says as he holds up a raggedy book and a silver plated short sword. It was hand crafted with numerous symbols etched across the handle and blade. It was truly beautiful and certainly one of a kind… I gently lifted the cover of the book open as I found numerous pages of hand written accounts. “A journal..” Reading the date on the first page, it seems he has written since his experience in the war…2019 to be exact..
July 24th 2019
“Its been 6 months, 6 long month’s since I seen my lovely wife…6 months since I seen my new born child. Taken like a screaming child and forced into war along with all the men my age as the largest draft in US history demanded all men seventeen years or older to join the military for a minimum of six years. As a member of the 5th battalion of the marine corp., My job was to keep troop morale up with encouraging speeches as well as blessing the troops. Being a preacher previous to the war, I refused to use a weapon that can be used to harm others, so instead, I try to keep the others mind at ease. Times are really getting worse, I fear for my family every day as the war keeps escalating. It seems that the whole eastern continent has allied with one another after the threat of war with America was eminent. With the largest army in history, they quickly overthrew Russia before America could use them for position. Now I lie in a bomb shelter to avoid the radiation left over from the massive nuclear holocaust. I long to be at home, I wonder if I shall ever see my precious family. As long as god keeps them safe, I am at your mercy my lord..”
“Father…..” I never realized he was so faithful, he never spoke of his life before the war, I wonder what happened…
As I turned the page, a folded piece of paper fell out of the book. Torn and faded, I slowly opened it to find a note address to me….
“My dear son Lucius,
You have grown so much over the years and soon you will be wondering about your past.. If your reading this, then I felt you were ready or in the worst case scenario, I have past on. Either way, it makes no difference now, Inside this journal of mine is an account of my life since the beginning of the war. I tell the tale of my life through the war and my life with you as well. I fear your opinion of me will falter but its your right to know. You are special my son, and soon the world will take notice as I have. Alongside this book I have my most precious weapon, the Daka ti Pius, otherwise known as the slayer of fortune. A holy man gave it to me many years back when I visited a mausoleum in southern Europe. He said god placed his power in the blade and it was to be given to the prince. All my life, I searched for the meaning of the symbols engraved throughout it, but I came up empty handed. Something tells me that it was not meant for me. Please take these items into your arms and find the truth for yourself. I love you son, and may god protect you always.
Sincerely,
Thomas Billings “
I looked the blade over once more running my finger across the bright shiny blade as it seemed to glow faintly. My vision began to spin a bit as I rubbed my eyes with my fingers. When I opened them, I was in what seemed to be a church. The ceiling stretched forty feet high with beautiful murals covering the walls around. Gorgeous sculptures, and amazing priceless artifacts lined the windows and walkways. People filled the building as they were walking, one by one to the front podium centered in the far end of the building. They each walked up to a man wearing a white robe, a priest of sort it seemed. The people were each given a weapon from the mysterious priest and walked into a nearby doorway. It seemed I was on the balcony of this structure, in confusion I backed away from the railing and gently falling into a seated podium behind me. Suddenly the bright light of fire took me off guard as a candle lit in the corner of my eye. Eyeing the setup, a hundred tiny candles were lighting across the stand as a sculpture of a woman stood high over them. She wore a blue robe and a white veil, a truly beautiful woman. As I approached the mysterious candled area, streams of blood began to leak from the eyes of statue. Feeling it to be a dream, I quickly wipe my eyes to find myself staring at the dusty book of my fathers. How strange, how strange indeed….
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“Father..”
“Yes my brother.”
“Bless me for I have sinned, it has been seventeen years since my last confession.”
“That’s along time, have you come for gods forgiveness?”
“Yes father.”
“Its okay my friend, god forgives all his children as he knows we are sinners. It is through our faith that god rewards us with eternal salvation. The past is just that, the past, take my hand dear brother, and we shall start again new, strong, blessed. I would like you to assist in my new ministry. The temple of lost souls…. And god shall hear our cries and reward us with his love and protection.”
“Of course brother Thomas, I would be honored.”
“It will be breathtaking. With my apostles, our temple shall stand above all like the stars in the sky, and God shall spread his word through me for all to hear.”
Act 4
“That should be the last of it…” Michael says as he lifts the remaining gas tank in the back of the large flatbed truck. A massive transport vehicle was the only option if they were to travel alone.
“Michael, check this out…..I found it in my fathers things.” Lucius says as he holds up a raggedy book and a silver plated short sword. It was hand crafted with numerous symbols etched across the handle and blade. It was truly beautiful and certainly one of a kind… I gently lifted the cover of the book open as I found numerous pages of hand written accounts. “A journal..” Reading the date on the first page, it seems he has written since his experience in the war…2019 to be exact..
July 24th 2019
“Its been 6 months, 6 long month’s since I seen my lovely wife…6 months since I seen my new born child. Taken like a screaming child and forced into war along with all the men my age as the largest draft in US history demanded all men seventeen years or older to join the military for a minimum of six years. As a member of the 5th battalion of the marine corp., My job was to keep troop morale up with encouraging speeches as well as blessing the troops. Being a preacher previous to the war, I refused to use a weapon that can be used to harm others, so instead, I try to keep the others mind at ease. Times are really getting worse, I fear for my family every day as the war keeps escalating. It seems that the whole eastern continent has allied with one another after the threat of war with America was eminent. With the largest army in history, they quickly overthrew Russia before America could use them for position. Now I lie in a bomb shelter to avoid the radiation left over from the massive nuclear holocaust. I long to be at home, I wonder if I shall ever see my precious family. As long as god keeps them safe, I am at your mercy my lord..”
“Father…..” I never realized he was so faithful, he never spoke of his life before the war, I wonder what happened…
As I turned the page, a folded piece of paper fell out of the book. Torn and faded, I slowly opened it to find a note address to me….
“My dear son Lucius,
You have grown so much over the years and soon you will be wondering about your past.. If your reading this, then I felt you were ready or in the worst case scenario, I have past on. Either way, it makes no difference now, Inside this journal of mine is an account of my life since the beginning of the war. I tell the tale of my life through the war and my life with you as well. I fear your opinion of me will falter but its your right to know. You are special my son, and soon the world will take notice as I have. Alongside this book I have my most precious weapon, the Daka ti Pius, otherwise known as the slayer of fortune. A holy man gave it to me many years back when I visited a mausoleum in southern Europe. He said god placed his power in the blade and it was to be given to the prince. All my life, I searched for the meaning of the symbols engraved throughout it, but I came up empty handed. Something tells me that it was not meant for me. Please take these items into your arms and find the truth for yourself. I love you son, and may god protect you always.
Sincerely,
Thomas Billings “
I looked the blade over once more running my finger across the bright shiny blade as it seemed to glow faintly. My vision began to spin a bit as I rubbed my eyes with my fingers. When I opened them, I was in what seemed to be a church. The ceiling stretched forty feet high with beautiful murals covering the walls around. Gorgeous sculptures, and amazing priceless artifacts lined the windows and walkways. People filled the building as they were walking, one by one to the front podium centered in the far end of the building. They each walked up to a man wearing a white robe, a priest of sort it seemed. The people were each given a weapon from the mysterious priest and walked into a nearby doorway. It seemed I was on the balcony of this structure, in confusion I backed away from the railing and gently falling into a seated podium behind me. Suddenly the bright light of fire took me off guard as a candle lit in the corner of my eye. Eyeing the setup, a hundred tiny candles were lighting across the stand as a sculpture of a woman stood high over them. She wore a blue robe and a white veil, a truly beautiful woman. As I approached the mysterious candled area, streams of blood began to leak from the eyes of statue. Feeling it to be a dream, I quickly wipe my eyes to find myself staring at the dusty book of my fathers. How strange, how strange indeed….
---------------
“Father..”
“Yes my brother.”
“Bless me for I have sinned, it has been seventeen years since my last confession.”
“That’s along time, have you come for gods forgiveness?”
“Yes father.”
“Its okay my friend, god forgives all his children as he knows we are sinners. It is through our faith that god rewards us with eternal salvation. The past is just that, the past, take my hand dear brother, and we shall start again new, strong, blessed. I would like you to assist in my new ministry. The temple of lost souls…. And god shall hear our cries and reward us with his love and protection.”
“Of course brother Thomas, I would be honored.”
“It will be breathtaking. With my apostles, our temple shall stand above all like the stars in the sky, and God shall spread his word through me for all to hear.”
