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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.

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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.

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	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 . . .

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	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

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December 25, 1997



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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






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