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author’s note: the interpretation of apocalyptic
literature is in no way historically or contextually
sensitive. this is a work of pure fiction.
category: e, alternative reality
warning: some images may be disturbing to some viewers.
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The Prophecy
by Akane-Rei
Book Two: The Seals
Chapter One: On a White Horse
“I watched while the Lamb broke open the first of the
seven seals . . . I looked and there was a white horse,
and its rider had a bow. He was given a crown, and he
rode forth victorious to further his victories.”
-- Revelations 6:1-2
Race Bannon stretched as he plopped himself in the couch
and turned on the tube. It wasn’t often that he gets a
chance to just sit back and relax, but today was one of
the quieter days. First of all, Jessie and Jonny weren’t
at each other’s throats. Secondly, Quest World hasn’t
blown up in a week. Third, Benton doesn’t have an
impending project that would require for them to
globetrot. All in all, Race figured it was a pretty good
and relaxing day.
Nothing could go wrong.
Focusing his attention on the news, he frowned.
“ . . . this just in. Reports are coming in from our
contact in Geddon. It seems that the ex-mercenary known
as Lieutenant Jonny Quillian III has succeeded in invading
and conquering yet another nation. As most of you viewers
know, Lt. Quillian has been attacking several countries
and succeeding in overturning their current governments.
Both the European and the Middle East communities have
been struggling to find a way to stop this violent . . .”
Race frowned.
“Hey, dad!” said a lilting voice behind him.
“What is it, Ponchita?” he asked absently, his mind still
processing what was being said in the news.
“You’ve got to see this,” she said, dragging the remote
from his hand and using it to turn the television to onto
another channel.
“Ponchita, wait --” Race began, but stopped when he saw
what Jessie was so urgent about.
In the big screen, he saw a close up shot of Ezekiel
Rage, preaching to a mass of followers.
“--and so, my people,” Rage shouted, facing both the
hundreds of people before and the cameras, “we must all
prepare!! The end is near!! The signs are all present!
Ye who would be saved must do as I tell you!”
“What the hell?” said Race.
“Exactly what I thought,” stated Jessie.
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Lt. Jonny Quillian III jumped of the truck and surveyed
his new land. This was the product of the hard work he
and his men had put forth. He looked around, proud of the
fact that his soldiers behaved with discipline during all
this time. They saluted him as he walked around the
perimeter of the main city, observing the sights that
greeted him.
Only he could have pulled this massive attack and
succeeded. His was a born leader and his men knew it.
They would follow him wherever he led them.
He grinned as he encountered the gazes of the city
dwellers. He knew that he hardly looked nor dressed like
the conquering overlord. With his jeans, sneakers and his
T-shirt, he probably reminded them more of some high
school jock than their new ruler. The only distinguishing
feature of his mode of dress would have to be the crest
emblazoned on his shirt. In fact, this mark is in every
one of his men’s clothing. The symbol of a white horse
was something he had adopted from whence he was a young
boy. He remembered his mother giving him the white pony
he had wanted for his birthday . . .
He shook his head, unwilling to let memories take over.
He was here on earth as a part of a larger plan. What
that plan was, he never knew. Until today, that is. He
had risen from his cot when he first noticed it. It was a
scroll with a broken seal. After picking it up and
touching the seal, everything had become clear. He knew
then that he would conquer more cities, more countries.
He looks at the people around him as they tried to make
sense of the devastation he had wrought. It doesn’t
matter, really. He won’t be in this city for long. He
knew himself enough to know that boredom will set in
before long and to alleviate it, he would need another
diversion. Now, however, his diversion had new meaning.
Hmmm . . . something harder to overcome would probably be
best. He had become tired of easy victories. He needed
to push himself; he needed a challenge.
He continued his observances of the city as he walked
around the rubble of some burned down buildings. At that
moment, people who saw him would swear that the shadow of
a horseman followed his footsteps. Indeed, they would say
that the horseman became him in the end.
-- End of The Prophecy 2:1 as recorded by the Historian
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December 26, 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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