disclaimer: jq belongs to hb. references to apocalyptic myth are not mine. authors note: im telling you right now that the interpretation of the apocalyptic literature in this fic is in no way historically or contextually sensitive -- that stuff was all in my research paper and im not about to do another one. what this work made use of is several passages from the Bible, written works on apocalyptic literature, and several popular beliefs regarding those works and passages. whats more, the author may have twisted some of the interpretation to suit her own purpose. sorry. this is a work of total fiction. no offense is meant in any way. warning: some images may be disturbing to certain individuals. ************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** The Prophecy by Akane-Rei Book One: The Genesis of Apocalypse The Prologue: The Gathering In the beginning . . . the earth was a formless wasteland, and darkness covered the abyss . . . -- Genesis 1:1-2 Each being has its own purpose in the whole scheme of things. Some fulfill their destiny in the beginning, achieving their goal and realizing their worth immediately. Some wait for the right time. Others, wait until the end. The sound of thunder could be heard in the heavens as certain divine beings come together for one purpose, one objective: the fulfillment of their fates. From the very beginning, they have known that the time would come when it is they who would be summoned, when it is their turn to contribute, to make a difference. Most do their duties whole-heartedly, with every fiber of their being while the rest, with reluctance. Either way, once the initiation of the chain of events occurs, there is no stopping what must be. He looked at the crowd gathered before him. They were restless and at the same time anticipatory. They know what is to happen and they have come here, willing to do their tasks. He looks at the seals in his hand . . . The time is coming. He stares ahead of him and waits with the rest. **************************** The severe weather patterns that have been occurring the past few days around the world have been perplexing meteorologists everywhere. There have been no warnings or signs that such happenings would take place. The extreme conditions seem to develop out of nowhere. But still, humans trudged on in their daily lives, secure in the knowledge that any aberration in nature can be handled by their vast technological advances. So life goes on . . . for most people. In remote regions of the world, the abnormality in the weather patterns are just a beginning as nature readies itself for . . . something. In other parts of the world, individuals prepare themselves to meet their fates . . . ***************************** Images flooded his mind. He tossed, he turned. There was no escape. He looked around him, tears running down his cheek as his mind processed the devastation surrounding him, surrounding everybody. He walked through the rubble that used to be his world when an inexplicable feeling caused him to turn, to look back and see . . . Hadji Singh opened his eyes abruptly, immediately alert of his environment despite the fact that his body just awoke from its slumber. He sat up and wiped his brow with the sleeve of his pajama top, not surprised to find that he was soaked with his own sweat. He stood up and quietly walked towards the bathroom where he splashed some cold water on his face. He leaned against the sink, using his arms to support himself. He noticed his erratic breathing and worked to control it. When the rise and fall of his chest became more even, he ventured to look at himself in the mirror in front of him and cringed at the sight of the sleepless face he found staring at him. His eyes were bloodshot, exhaustion written all over them. Shaking himself from his stupor, he stood up and walked back to his bed, more than a little disturbed over his recurring nightmare. It had started three nights ago and no matter how hard he thought about it, he could find no reason for its existence. Perhaps he would ask Dr. Quest about it tomorrow -- or is it today by now? He gave a bitter laugh. He did not know how to ask Dr. Quest about an irrational fear that has developed ever since he started having these nightmares. He sighed and laid back down in his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake away a fear that took hold of his heart: a fear of some unknown beast . . . -- End of The Prophecy 1:0 as recorded by the Historian ************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** December 25, 1997 === Akane-Rei "For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:38,39 _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -------------------------------- your ad could be here. Go to http://www.stargame.dyn.ml.org/advertise.html or e-mail sales@stargame.dyn.ml.org for details.
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