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Through Mine Eyes: The Angel Of Death

Short story By: Henre Curtanes
Religion and spirituality



A controversial look through the eyes of the creator. This story will take you from the beginning of time up to the point of the coming of the savior. there will be more to follow this so please be patient and any and all criticism is welcome. I am young and continue to work on improving my writing.


Submitted:May 18, 2009    Reads: 120    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Dedicated to all those who are simple minded, and to those who have expanded their outlook on life and allowed any possibility to be the right one. Also I want to dedicate this to the imagination of all people.

Thank you to all of whom have made this a possibility.

Through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be known.

O'er tall mountains it will be taken,

And in deep waters it will be thrown.

The secrets that I keep,

Will never be revealed.

And though I give you bread,

Still you must steal.

This life will be but a feathered thought,

In a dream you've yet to dream.

And when your time has come to gone,

You will no longer be seen.

So through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be still.

Where am I? Everything is black. There is no light, everything is black. I keep my hands out in front of me and keep them searching around me for something, anything. I feel nothing below my feet. What a sensation. I would swear that I'm floating but I know I am walking on something. As I continue looking around still nothing is to be seen. My search continues for what seems ages, I have no sense of time or is it that time has no sense of me? This I am unsure of. Time has continued to drift onward in a continually endless manner, and then…I see something.

What is it? It sparkles, is it some sort of rock? It seems as if I'm getting closer to it yet I feel no pressure against my body. Am I even moving or is that object growing larger? This is very strange. I find myself now staring intently at this sparkly rock, my eyes fixed at one point which seems to be brighter and more…perfect, than any other point I can see. What a magnificent sight. What brilliance is this? My body aches and sweats yet no heat is present. I feel as if something horrible is about to happen yet at the same time I feel as if nothing can go wrong. This feeling of such great insecurity is the cause of my aching body and the closer I become the greater tense my nerves grow. I can feel it, not through touch but I know this is real even with my eyes shut I see as if my eyes were open. What is this?

I am much closer now and the magnitude of this rock is now becoming clear. Tales of this rock will be told until the end of time. They will be doubted without a second opinion, for no mind will have the capacity to fully grasp the majesty of this object. It is so beautiful yet I'm terrified to be any closer, yet I feel this is where my curiosity gets the best of me and I can't help but to examine this closer. My gaze moves slowly over what is allowed in my immediate vision still I slowing find myself gliding towards that one perfect peak. I don't know why but I am drawn to it. So perfectly shaped, or so seeming, with the most brilliant colorful rocks scattered across its sides. I find myself lost in my own thoughts, wonder what those colorful rocks are. Deciding that maybe I'll just take one and examine it closer. My hand moves towards the rock, slowly as if I have no control and the rock is luring me in. the very tips of my fingers are almost touching the surface.

Chapter 1:

The Grain of Salt

Through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be known.

O'er tall mountains it will be taken,

And in deep waters it will be thrown.

The secrets that I keep,

Will never be revealed.

And though I give you bread,

Still you must steal.

This life will be but a feathered thought,

In a dream you've yet to dream.

And when your time has come to gone,

You will no longer be seen.

So through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be still

The rock took off, speeding away. At first I was not sure where it was going or what I had done. So I followed. Once again I believe I am moving yet I feel no resistance. It's as if I was moving so fast that time itself stopped cause nothing to react against me. Lost in thought I start to wonder if we were ever going to stop moving or what we, being the rock and I, were going to smash into. That is to say that something could stop this behemoth of an object. Soon I began to see an object in which we were headed towards. Indeed we are heading for something but what is that something? Easing my curiosity the object was only the size of a grain of salt. So tiny it couldn't possibly stop something this large. Strangely it was so far off yet it seemed as though I was able to see this grain as if it were the size of a large rock right in front of me. Could it be possible that my eyes are tricking me is that small object actually much larger than it appears? What is going on?

My thoughts now grow away from my current situation and towards the future collision of these objects. My mind grows dark and I began to imagine what will happen next. Given the time, in which I'm not sure even exists, I may not have to decide what action I will take, this of course meaning before the object I am holding onto crashes into that other white rock. I decided to just let my imagination wander without giving any rule to my thought, allowing every possibility to be the right one and the idea of wrong or impossible to no longer exist. At this point my mind directs me back towards the greatest collision of all time, which I still was not sure if it was as close as it seemed. The longer I stare into this white rock, which seems to never grow closer, the more I tire of waiting for these two objects to meet. So taking matters into my own hands or at the very least assuming I'm helping, I push off this behemoth and glide slowly backwards and away from it.

In that instance my ride, the giant rock, collided into what I had believed to be a grain of salt, causing the most brilliant yet terrifying display of light and power time has ever and will ever witness. My existence must be worth more than any other to have been witness to this occasion. No Words can or will ever be accomplished enough to express the spectacle unfolding. All the colors and shapes and lights…it's perfectly disorienting. This is not an explosion by force but an expulsion of power and energy. The behemoth shattered into an uncountable number of pieces of every size imaginable. Some pieces being forced together with pieces of the white rock, the force combining these caused large emissions of electricity scattering to the ends of time itself. One of these bolts extended towards me coming within inches of my body. The heat of this bolt singed through the fabric draped over me and into my skin, leaving everlasting scars across my torso. The pain is excruciating. My mind is slowly slipping away from me and my eyes and limbs grow heavy…I'm falling into a deep sleep.

I wake to find myself now drifting into what seems to be never ending light inside the most deep of darkness. How long have I been asleep and drifting? This time I am not walking on anything I am simply floating along passing over large rounded rocks each with their own creations, what happened while I was out? Was this something I thought about before? I didn't think something like this could have even been possible except maybe in my imagination, life prospering from nothing? I do not linger at any of these large rounded rocks. There are too many for any to catch my interest enough, I do decide to stay a while at each and watch them interact. This is the most peculiar thing I have ever seen. There are still many more for me to see so I continue on my journey though this magnificent jungle of lights, making my way towards this one small handful of rocks and lights. There are many of these rounded rocks in this one little collection, all with different colors and life styles. I stay at each and watch as each planets life destroys itself. Such disgusting creatures, as my viewing continues my thoughts grow more towards the death of this forsaken planet. Realizing these thoughts I say to myself, "kill this planet", as the last word finished crossing my lips the inhabitants of this planet burned and ashes became their only existence. Even the planet seemed to die alongside what resided on its surface. Moving to the next planet I realize that in the center of all of these large rocks is one very large bright one. They all seem to be surrounding it as if they are drawn towards it. I continue through each planet realizing how much I dislike each set of creatures.

Each set is just as boring and filthy as the one before it, yet they continue to become more complex than the planet before it. Each time I realize more and more the power I have over the life and death of these planets. I am down to the fourth rock and I realize that it looks similar to the third yet slightly smaller. I don't see the need for two planets of the same kind so to keep order in this galaxy I think there shall be only one of such beauty. This fourth rock will be turned into a planet of red no longer shall it be green or blue. I decided now to take a closer look at the third planet. It is so beautiful and the closer I get the more amazing the sight becomes. Water flows over land and throughout the planet. I shall claim this one, it will be mine. I will claim this planet to be mine for all eternity, and it will be called…earth. I realize what I am and what I shall be. Before my life ends I will be worshiped as a God, all will know my name, and love through fear is how I shall reign. Obedience will be the only law. Punishment for the breaking of this law will be destruction.

This planet is where my journey will begin and end. This is where I will be worshiped, and where I will make my people. But first I must decide what my people are to be. I want them to be fruitful and be plenty but they must work for it. For all things created came from my hand. That will be the story passed down to all my creations. But before my kingdom can be built I will need helpers ones who will do my bidding without question. These guardians will be my servants and my brothers. They will love me unconditionally. These men will help me create my dream into reality. They too will be praised above all else, save only me. The first of course will be the one I call my first born. He will learn from me everything he needs to lead this kingdom in my stead, without any problems. I will teach him how to deal with the lesser beings and their insubordinations.

My kingdom will be most amazing one which is exalted on high. It will be esteemed by all who see and even more by those who don't. No kingdom shall ever surpass this which I have created. My halls will covered in stones more beautiful than any crystal found anywhere in space. It will have walls so high they will pierce the sky. My army will be so vast that any who challenge will be overcome with fear by the shear sound of their drums. My warriors will train and become the most fearsome and unforgiving soldiers in all eternity. Our weaponry will be unrivaled. Our blades will be sharper and stronger than any other. Though we have no enemy we will be on constant alert. My men will train on a daily, in order to keep them in balance. All will worship my name with unquestionable attentiveness. This will be my finest creation. My kingdom will exist in a realm none will see, though all will be seen from it. Once all this is complete my kingdom will be unrivaled and all who dwell behind its walls will worship me as Lord. This truly will be a glorious day. This will be the only perfect kingdom.

Now that the idea is ready it is time to make my generals. I will grant them the power of creation as I have, but only a limited supply. The ability to create life will be important to their roles. Each of my twelve shall be given different qualities; some will be learned in the ways of death and war, others in the way of leadership and strategy. They will be in my likeness only in that fashion. The twelve of them will all be made with separate personality and all with different strengths and weaknesses. With these they will be able to lead the men they help to create into battle, and eventually into their own death. My first will be Gabriel. He shall be my strategist. Many skills will be his but this is above all his and his finest. His glory will only be found in the accomplishment of battles. Next will be Michael. He will be my finest warrior. His skills will be that of many, none more important than the other, except of course his charge over death. His purpose will be war; death will be his art form. No skill will be better known than his throughout my kingdom. Lust for glory or power will drive him not, only his lust for blood. From these two I will allow them to create the other ten as they are needed.

I leave Gabriel and Michael to their task of creating my vast army. Ten generals are to be created; none will match this group of warriors. The days continue on and each day regiment by regiment I watch as they are suited with armor and given a blade to sharpen. My armies continue to fill out nicely. The time of completion has almost come. My generals are almost finished with their first task. My kingdom will be well protected. What a most glorious of sights, standing at the eve of such an amazing achievement. Still with each day something inside me changes, my feelings towards my men grows ever more. As I greet each regiment I notice more and more their faces, each is so different but all are calm and confident. The look they give me and their solid salute, ever growing in adoration, they look up to me as if I was a father and they my children. This is an unusual change. I do not know if such change is acceptable for one of my standing, only time will tell.

Chapter 2:

The First and the Second

Through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be known.

O'er tall mountains it will be taken,

And in deep waters it will be thrown.

The secrets that I keep,

Will never be revealed.

And though I give you bread,

Still you must steal.

This life will be but a feathered thought,

In a dream you've yet to dream.

And when your time has come to gone,

You will no longer be seen.

So through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be still.

Perfection, control of everything is mine, my army is complete. Yet I can't help but find a sense of hatred and jealousy from a few of my men. Though I feel their hatred for me it seems they find some sort of strong connection with my first born. This connection bothers me deeply; I do believe it could cause many problems in the years to come. I know how deep my sons love for those men is and I fear that it may cause his love and loyalty to inevitably shift away from his kingdom as one and unto these men. Though I do not know these things to be certain, and are only fears, I shall allow my son to command these men. If the day should come where the need for the removal of these men is needed, then the decision will have already been made and my sons' deliverance from this evil will be dealt with. I am confident that I would have the ability to fix any conflict that may arise. My eyes will stay ever drawn over a careful watch of these men.

With the completion of my armies now behind me, it is time to begin construction of my kingdom. My workers will be spread into many projects. Some working on the outer walls while others work on the inner kingdom, though the men who build my inner sanctum will never again see the light of day, for they will be honored with the protection of its secrets. Giving their lives for the protection of their kingdoms most important secrets, this will be their greatest honor. Now the walls of my kingdom will be built two yards thick and long enough to span around the entirety of this kingdom. The walls will also be built as high as the sky in order to warn all, meaning those who may dwell outside my walls, of the power behind them. My walls will be on constant guard with squads of elite soldiers every hundred feet. Torturous traps will be instilled into the plans of the walls, insuring that none will be victorious when attempting a siege. Impenetrable walls are only as good as the kingdom behind them. As for my kingdom its towers will be high, able of seeing in every direction, over the walls, and as far as the eye can take it. Atop these towers will reign fire able to reach over the ground and lick up its foe, turning it to ash before coming round again for a another strike.

Villages will be erected to house the soldiers of my kingdom. They will be spread from the base of my housing to the inner edges of my walls. These villages will be laid into the earth dug deep in order to hide any living area from an enemy, in case any siege may occur. These villages will be conjoined by many tunnels spanning throughout the inside of the walls. The insides of these burrows will be covered in rock as to keep the dirt from collapsing on top of my soldiers. Around the outside of my walls siege training, growing of food, and collecting of rock and stones, though I have created this realm there is still much I have not discovered. The mountains overlooking my kingdom will make the beginnings of my men's training. They will spend their time, after the construction of our kingdom is finished; climbing the mountain, exploring what is on and past the snowy peaks. I will give the task of arranging the men, who will ascend the mountain, to my youngest son. He will chose his regiment and train them in what ways he deems best. The years now will be spent in training and building.

My kingdom grows closer to its completion and I seem to grow more weary and bored. My thoughts wander, with no specific direction or purpose, throughout each day. Days seem to be nothing more than a memory as time passes by just like the leaves passing over the sky. I feel as if I'm watching on the outside of my own life. My boredom grows with each passing day the years seem as endless as blades of grass in the ground. Noticing that I do not age I have taken my life hour by hour watching and learning from myself but my body does not age with my mind. In my boredom I have evaluating my life and have noticed that I have been obsessed with my own power have neglected my peoples wishes. I must keep a closer eye on myself and stop this obsession in its tracks before I do more damage to my kingdom.

The years continue on uncounted and my sense of security seems to be fading. I am more fearful of late. With nothing on my agenda but regular upkeep of this kingdom, my boredom continues to enlarge. I have given more thought to the idea of an uprising that may be soon at hand. If this is to be true I know not whether it would be the younger men or if it would be led by one of the eldest of my creations. There are a few that I should be worried if they decided to grow restless of my rule. Of those, though, my first born is on top of the list. He has grown into the most amazing commander and his men have become increasingly loyal to him. If he was to decide to turn against me and my kingdom I know his men would follow any order given to them without question, even if that order was to assassinate their own people…this worries me.

I fear that I may have created something more terrible than I had expected. My first born has become more and more defensive of his daily actions. Judgment is not something I intend to place on him though I feel he may be confused by my caution. Even so I still do not fully believe that he would have it in him to commit this type of treason. I am sure now that he will not be the one behind the uprising. I will sleep this ill feeling off and give no more time to these thoughts.

Is this a dream…these large reptiles of all different types living in this environment which has adapted to their lifestyle? Or maybe is it that they have adapted to this environment? Either way this world they thrive in is so familiar the colors, so green and blue it reminds me of my planet earth...Could it be? I have not been spent any time on earth yet could I be seeing earth in my dream? As I walk amongst them, time seems to pass before my eyes very quickly, hours become years. I watch them grow from small eggs to large adults. Following them through their lives is very interesting yet still very strange. They are self sustaining, finding food and drink for themselves as well as the herd they belong to. Now not all of them live amongst herds some live relatively alone killing for their food as long as their environment behaves in a nature which they agree. This is very interesting. I watch as a mother feed its children with the carcass of another large body. The body is dripping with blood and looks as if its head is missing. What a gruesome sight. It seems as if these large animals are very aggressive but at the same time the aggression is necessary because of their size and body structure. So interesting but now all this is fading away and I think I am waking from my slumber and from this dream.

I wake with a hot, soaked in sweat and it seems as if my feet are strapped in my sandals and covered in some type of green wet plant. Though I know I was not truly walking in my dream it seems as if I was in this steamy world of my dream. How is this possible? Was it a dream? Or rather was I wandering through earth in my sleep? I cannot continue to dwell on this situation now, though I will continue to give thought to this throughout my days. My first born and I seem to be able to be in the same room with one another again. This makes me very happy. I do not know what it means to truly be a father but I can only assume this is part of it.

I decided to take the next couple of days and spend it on earth roaming and deciding if anything needs to be altered. What is this, large reptiles? Something tells me not to enter this world yet. It is not as I remembered it being. Now it is much hotter and much greener, less blue as I much loved it. I will check in on it frequently to see how things are and to study this now green rock.

It has been many weeks now since my last insurrection with my first born. It seems that things are looking up. I am growing older now and would love to be able to enjoy my men much more without tending to the constant violence of earth. Large reptiles are terrorizing each other with their longing to survive. A few are becoming more destructive and evil. They are killing for nothing more than to kill. This worries me of the future of this planet.

I can no longer stand for these evil reptiles. They were fine at first, but now they are getting out of control. I must keep a closer eye on this planet. I must now destroy these creatures. I must figure out a way to do this without destroying this planet. It might come in handy sometime in the future. I know! I will send a rock crashing into the planet. The debris from that should be sufficient to destroy everything.

I am saddened by the destruction of these large reptiles. I know it was necessary yet I am still deeply troubled. My new creatures for this planet will be much better more passive, living in a much colder environment. Still I feel there has been someone working behind my back to sabotage my environments and creatures. My fears are becoming reality.

My new creatures for this planet will be tailored for a cooler environment. They will have a basis from those large reptiles but they will be less violent, and aggressive. They must be able to live in harmony amongst each other. There will be more hair like mine on them instead of scales. The size of these massive creatures will also be toned down ever so slightly. I will make them more family oriented. Give them the love I share for my sons.

My creatures are doing well so far. I will keep a close eye on them. My first born has helped me in my molding of these animals. Their variety will be that of the number of stars in the universe. All will never be found. We will make their colors that of the solar patterns. New plant life to sustain this planet in my configuration. I will give these our new creation the love I have for my own people.

Again! I am disturbed, these animals are no better than those before them. Have I learned nothing? Why am I unable to create these animals better than the others? These too are so violent, causing terror in the smaller ones. They use their size to overpower and destroy entire colonies of smaller creatures. The death of these animals is my fault. I must take responsibility for my mistakes.

Once more I am faced with the destruction of the entirety of creatures on earth. I am happy though that I have not had any strife with my first creations, my people. My only true family, they are always there to comfort me in times of darkness. My first born especially he looks up to me as a father and the love I have for him is like I have for nothing else. Yet still I feel that I am walking into a trap of some kind. I must confide into my dearest son. Hopefully he can lend me some encouragement in this darkest hour.

From the urging of my eldest son I will change the creatures of earth. They will become even smaller and more accompanying to each other. They will now be able to live more peacefully with each other. I will also spread them out more distinctly. I will make them only able to survive in the environment I give them. They will not be able to then venture out into a wild environment for too long. I will give some animals the ability to adapt to any environment over time. I will also give the smaller animals the ability to defend themselves even against the largest of animals. Their poisonous features will give them a dark and deadly secret weapon to use against any opponent. Of course they will be immune to their own venom. I believe this will be enough change to allow peaceful living environments for all to inhabit according to my standards.

My first born has been very distant lately. He has been in deep training with my highly respected general Michael. I have asked Michael to give him the knowledge of the battlefield and how to defend himself. As well I have high hopes that my son will be my finest strategists. So I will have Gabriel train him in the ways of his strategy. My son is becoming everything I could have ever hoped for. One day he will surely take my place as Lord of this kingdom.

My second born. What an amazing child he has become, many years younger than my first born. Soon will he will also go through this training my first born is now. How amazing is this life of mine, two wonderful sons and a kingdom unrivaled by anything in all the vastness of space. Nothing can please me more.

How proud I am of my first born. He has accomplished his training with Michael. He now will go to Gabriel for continuous training. I have kept an eye on him during his trials with Michael and am beyond impressed he may even surpass me someday. Even Michael himself was a thrown off once or twice. When my son finishes his trials there will be a feast for the entire kingdom in his honor.

My son…he's done with all his trials. He has done better than I ever could have hoped for. Once again he has out done even his instructor. I oversaw the final task of his strategy trials. During his simulated battle, my son has proved that he is by far not to be matched. His movements are quick and unpredictable. His men seem to follow him with an endearment as if he was their father. I will assign these men to him as one of my elite strike details.

What is this feeling, it is painful. My chest burns near my heart and left shoulder. What is this! Is it a warning of an illness? Something horrible will happen soon I'm sure of it. I am restless, unable to sleep. My thoughts are running through horrific images during the short periods where I fall asleep due to exhaustion, only waking to a cold sweat and a feeling that I am being watched by something very evil and destructive.

I am afraid of what is about to happen…

Chapter 3:

Life of War

Through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be known.

O'er tall mountains it will be taken,

And in deep waters it will be thrown.

The secrets that I keep,

Will never be revealed.

And though I give you bread,

Still you must steal.

This life will be but a feathered thought,

In a dream you've yet to dream.

And when your time has come to gone,

You will no longer be seen.

So through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be still.

Oh, woe to us all. My son has turned his anger and frustration unto me. He has killed many of my angels and has turned more away from my love and toward his own. My halls are painted red with the blood of my men, my brothers. Forgive me, my men please forgive me. I have lost the love of my son. His arrogance has driven him to insane envy and now he vies for my throne. He does not realize that soon it would have been his to have when my time was done.

War has now begun. I have banished him to the hottest part of the deepest fiery pit where he shall spend the rest of his days, until our final battle begins. I will fill his place with my second born. He will be by my side and I will train him in the ways of sacrifice and love. He will learn everything I failed to teach my first born.

I have come far from my first encounter with the large rock which created this light strewn solar. My way of life has now changed from creativity love and family to war and death. This will be the beginning to the end I fear. The first few days of this bloody and tasteless battle have shown to me just how powerful and awesome I have made my first born.

His army is clothed in the most elegant armor made of the finest material reserved for my most elite soldiers. Their weapons are forged from the deepest fiery pit. This army is very well trained and disciplined they strike without mercy. Destroying the very walls they helped build. They fight without quarter killing everything in their path. Death is coming, raising his swift hand of judgment. Am I being judged?

My men are starting to change, grow into the most destructive and awesome fighting force anyone will ever know. My spirits are raised but it does not feel it will last for I have heard of a new tragedy unfolding with my enemies men. They are changing as well, into these enormous beasts, terrifying and evil. They leave none alive in their wake of slaughter and disemboweling nature. This sort of evil and filth I have never seen.

My nightmare…it continues unforgiving. This is now the third day of the treasonous acts of my first born. It has been the most destructive display of true hatred for another. I myself am stained with the blood of my brothers. The most corrosive acts of shear lust for power. Fear has now swept the very spirits of my men. All they see now are…the beasts.

I saw one…eating the flesh of one of my men, I couldn't believe mine eyes. I never thought I would see this. There is nothing more despicable in this war. My son has taught his warriors to be cunning just as he is; they have learned how to invade the minds of my troops inflicting the most horrific self mutilating wounds. Slashing chunks of flesh from their body…this is truly horrifying. My thoughts are lost to this conflict.

This life is starting to change. Days go by where nothing but the spilling of blood is the agenda. My hands have become chaliced and blistered from my ever swung sword. My body is marked from the weight of my armor, pressing into my flesh. These scars I fear will be my legacy.

I fear my thoughts becoming real…darkness has spread into my consciousness. My vision is blurred by this evil cloud lingering in my presence. My once glorious and vibrant castle has turned into a breeding ground for hatred. I am beginning to loath my opponent.

The targets of my enemy…there seems to be no other focus rather a lust only for the warm blood of my warriors. My generals, those closest to me, continue to serve me well. The will give of themselves for the betterment of my selfishness. Even if I had been selfish in my absorbance of this creativity I mustn't let my men see this shame in my soul.

Sporadic are my thoughts of late. It seems with every new day of this relentless slaughter a new year passes. My distinction of time has become skewed. Why is this? I must try to focus more on the task at hand. My thoughts are wild like my enemy. I must tame my thoughts.

No words will be exchanged with mine enemy, though many times tried. His resentment grows larger and more putrid with every lingering day I breathe. Though I feel my disgust with him grows alongside. Channel this hate. Use it to destroy him. Through my pain I feel I have thrown neglect shadowing my second born. This hatred has caught my thoughts in a devious trap. My only sons…please forgive me. I know through my selfish desires I have lost my first son. But I fear that my second will vie for my approval even at the cost of his life. I mustn't let this happen.

I will never give into this persistent chatter amongst the lowest of the disgusting creatures my son has created!

"CHARGE MY BRAVE WARRIORS! TAKE THIS HATRED FOR THINE ENEMY TO HIS VERY SOUL AND BURN IT DOWN INTO THE ASHES OF A SPENT FIRE! BE THE FURNACE OF THE ENGULFING FIRE OF THE MIGHTIEST DRAGON! SLAY THINE ENEMY! GIVE NO MERCY TO THOSE WHOM MAY BEG! THIS WILL NO LONGER BE ACCEPTED!"

This is glory. As my blade dismembers my enemy, clothe around my armor is stained with the entrails of my enemy. I carry no shield for I do not need it. My blade cannot be broken and it cannot be wielded by any other. I have yet to encounter a blow from the enemy. I seem to always move one step faster, moving in for the kill before he has time to even think. Is this true swordsmanship? I will set the standard of equivalency high. None shall be my match.

Our raid of an encampment went gloriously. We suffered casualties and those men died proudly. No quarter will be given to these vile beasts. My mercy has run out. My numbers are too few. But this battle has yet to be lost. My second has been of much use. He hath slain thousands of our enemies' legions. He has gone blade to blade with our enemies' finest. And come unscathed. My second truly is my first. Never again will I doubt his abilities.

I have decided to train a new regiment of elite soldiers geared to deal with these monsters. I will equip them with the tools to avoid their deviant ways. They will be trained in the harshest environment tested on a daily. Each will have their own training time and some will indeed fail, unfortunately I know some will be taken by my enemy, once he realizes my plot. These new soldiers will be everything. I will give them all the knowledge of their environment but none of my battle with the enemy.

This plot of secrets must stay within mine eyes. Never to be revealed to its creations. They will never be seen again until the day hath come for truths' unveiling. During this time I will teach my new secret everything it will need to become truly dominant in numbers never seen anywhere before. They will grow fast and I will create my finest work to date.

This is my legacy. I have found something to take pride in even in the darkest of hours. They will learn to wield weapons of every caliber. They will learn to manipulate their surroundings to cooperate with their needs. I will teach this rebellion the true might of my kingdom. None shall reign more supreme.

Now a name, my new secret will need a name. I will allow them to create their own names call themselves as they wish but I will name the first. His name will be Man. He will be made in my likeness but I will also give him many attributes I gave to my most revered warriors, the ones who serve me still. From this one will come life and from that life will come the perfect soldiers to fight this most gruesome of enemies! I will not be defeated I will not lose. My loss would be the end of anything good.

Now where to train him? I know, he will be trained on earth, I will teach him how to control the land and make it work to his liking. I will give him everything he needs to be the perfect warrior. I will call this place of training, environment detail entrapping and negotiating. E.D.E.N.

I will assemble my generals and we shall create this secret in the privacy of EDEN. I will place EDEN on a small island far out into the water where no one will be able to find. It will always be covered with dark clouds yet it will be bright during the day. My generals have placed many trials for man throughout EDEN. He will be skilled in every way. The entire island will be open to him except for one thing. I will test his obedience to my commands.

Now that everything is set in place I will convene with my generals and draw up ideas for the shape and feel for this new warrior. We must decide what his ideal image and true potential will be. How will he move and speak, or even if speech is completely necessary. This will be my ultimate work.

My heart aches to have to keep this from my son. But in time they will be ready to take my place and learn of our secret. I will be spending much time away from my kingdom, leaving it in the hands of my capable second born. This will be his final test of ability. He will act in my stead for the time I am on earth to create EDEN.

EDEN is coming along nicely. The earth seems to be accepting of this new land. It is taking longer than expected though. I wish it never had to come to this. My first born…

I think back to that fateful day…"it was early in the morning when I was first given the news of an uprising amongst the regiments. It did not bother me too much since I had seen this coming and to handle this I sent for my first born. His elite warriors will handle any uprising with ease. Those men are very well trained, and will die for my son. This will be dealt with quickly.

What how could this be! This information must be wrong! How dare any of you come in here and accuse my son of inciting this uprising! No…this cannot be correct…my son…why! Michael and Gabriel brought me this information. I cannot order an attack against my own son. And within the walls of my kingdom nonetheless…my…son…Gabriel what do you suggest? Michael, do what you must…silence my son."

I hate thinking of that day. My body aches from the pain of my thoughts. Already with the loss of so many men, my son why did I create such hatred for your own people…"As I walk through the halls of what is left of my kingdom, men are strewn across the ground. Blood covers the walls and splinters of the broken shields and spears…what a massacre. I must retaliate. Too many lives were lost here. To think the fighting continued for days without rest. My first borne and his men are relentless. I wonder how such an order could have come from my son. What caused this horrific scene?"

My mind aches. I need to rest. I will return to my kingdom for now. I trust my generals to continue our secret work diligently.

Chapter 4:

My Dream and the Raid

Through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be known.

O'er tall mountains it will be taken,

And in deep waters it will be thrown.

The secrets that I keep,

Will never be revealed.

And though I give you bread,

Still you must steal.

This life will be but a feathered thought,

In a dream you've yet to dream.

And when your time has come to gone,

You will no longer be seen.

So through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be still.

I dreamt this evening. In my dream I saw many new things. There were metals that I did not recognize and strange lights in long streaks of light. This scene before mine eyes was brilliant. I awake with new knowledge of engineering far beyond anything this kingdom has yet to see. This surely will turn the tides of this hideous war. With this new armor, weapons, streaks of light, and explosions of the most incredible magnitude. I will not be out done again.

I talk with my blacksmith instilling my dream into his workload. Everything will be made a new. We will have armor in black for night raids, armor in white for attack vessels disguised by the lightning, glistening armor for the disguise of rain. Weapons no longer needing to be swung nor strings needing to be pulled. I will show my enemy my anguish. He will feel my wrath once again. No longer will the fear of my enemy be the fear seen in battle nay it will be the fear of my warrior's blood thirsty scream.

Tactics have changed. My outposts in the outer edge of my land were obliterated with one massive force. I am still waiting on confirmation of what this force was. Could the enemy be as well armed as I? This cannot be true, this is something different! If this be true my work may be in vein. Were my secrets leaked? Does my enemy know of my dream? No one knew but my smithy and he's been in his shop working diligently without falter. How could my enemy have known?

I must understand what is happening. It's just like before, at the rock…could it be? Could it be that my mind is the controlling factor? Is it using me? Is my consciousness betraying me? No that is impossible, nothing like that could ever be possible.

It will take time for these my new weapons and armor to be finished. Until the time is here I will personally see that the raid on an enemy weapons cache. I must figure out what this large explosion was, before it happens again. This will be a secret operation only a few of my men will be privy to this strategy.

We are off now our black cloaks are held down tightly, as we move swiftly through the dying jungle. The red leaves and the dark of night help to keep the five of us hidden. We are getting closer now. We stop for a quick rest and to reaffirm our location. My scouts have given us maps with the terrain in unrivaled detail. Only a few more miles, then I will have my revenge. We move again, we will take no stops on this end of our journey. Judgment shall be passed tonight. The ground will run red with the blood of my enemy. To make my hatred known I order my men not to wipe their blades clean of the blood. Leave the stain for the enemy to see on the battlefield. This also allows the blade to not glisten in the moonlight.

Were here…I will be the first to strike and after my men will rush in silently and drain our foes of their blood. I strike! One down, twelve to go. Six down, were moving through them quickly…speedier than expected. This was almost too easy…I draw a fast breathe at the sight I am witnessing. I cannot believe this...my...men from the outpost. Their bodies are hung high from their feet. Their bodies stripped of all clothing and torn open. What audacity is this? What sort of monster have I created? Is there no respect left in him? This will not go unpunished!

What is this smoke, an ambush? No…no! This cannot be happening! There are hundreds of them!? How could he have known?! Did I feel this before? Did I disregard this warning? Never mind that right now I must focus on the survival of me and my men. WE WILL CUT THEM ALL DOWN!!

My chest…it burns. Is this my blood? It's so warm. Is this an arrow? No there is no wood? The inside of my body is burning. I feel my heart racing. I'm sweating and my breathe is shortened. Am I dying? My vision is fading. What is this new weapon he is…using?

I'm back at my kingdom? What happened…how did I get back? AHHHH! My body is on fire! Water…I need water! It does nothing to help. What is happening to my body? The pain is subsiding now. I…I…I'm tired. My body is sleeping again this time my thoughts are still conscious I must rest my thoughts for a time.

I'm awake, this time without excruciating pain. I am bandaged now. My left arm is slung, and my shoulder is covered by a large bruise. What happened…where are my men that accompanied me on our venture to the enemy's camp? I must know what happened. Gabriel has come to give me his account on this incident:

"My Lord, all that could be seen was a massive plume of smoke and many streams of light came towards us. I have seen nothing like this before…red…light, yet it was steaming as if it was on fire. The heat split perfect holes in the smoke. We could see the enemy. These were none that I've seen before. They wore strange clothing what seemed like no armor and their weapons…I've seen nothing like it. I would guess they were made of steel. We fired a few arrows, but because of the smoke we are unsure if any strike on the enemy. Then you were hit…and we all ran towards you. We grabbed you and carried you to safety. I'm sorry sir but we lost one of our brothers…Michael…he's…gone. He fell as we took to the jungle. We didn't realize he fell until we were deeper into the jungle and able to catch our breath. I'm sorry, but we will find him I assure of that!"

Michael…my most revered? Is it possible that my thoughts are truly my enemy? Is it possible that my enemy may have had a similar dream? Michael…how could I have not seen this...could it be possible? Was it a dream? Am I sure of what I saw? How could I have not seen this? My action…my dream was it in fact the future? Am I able of visions? We must go back.

My smithy is done with the first set of my new weapons. These…these will turn the tide back to an even flow. We will have a chance once again. I will not accept defeat.

These new weapons are far more advanced than anything my kingdom has ever seen. They harness the power of the light and defeat our enemies. My men will receive their new armaments. And then I will have them all gathered for a feast.

My heart is still heavy from the news of Michael. What happened to him? I will discover the answer to this. It is of the utmost importance. He was my secret assassin, not to the knowledge of any others in my kingdom. He was equipped with the finest armor of even higher quality than my own. It bothers my thoughts and I will need to spend time before this feast to gather my thoughts.

I have given some time to my thoughts and the feast is now before us. My men are tired have lost heart due to our loss. I know I will need to bring their hearts back to their chests. I will reassure my brothers. They will once again be prepared to give their lives, so sadly I know it will come to that. Now I will speak:

"Men, brothers, brave warriors. We are here to honor a fallen comrade. To many he was more than just a leader. He was a brother, a father, and a mentor. He was my best general but more than that he was my brother and dear friend. We had been through the early days of this horrific war. And he gave his life for our kingdom. From this point forth we will now fight for vengeance. Our enemy has equipped themselves with a new evil weapon. One that burns the air as it is fired. So to battle that, we have equipped ourselves with the equal end of the spectrum. We have an even greater weapon one that will harness the power of the light and force this darkness back into the black to become just a part of history and no longer a part of reality. The physicians urged me to rest and wait for this talk with my men, my brothers. Do you know what I told them? I told them that I have had all the rest I am allowed and now it is time for me to stand before my men and show them that no matter what the enemy has done to me that I will continue to stand strong. I will not be hindered by a small wound. I will not give in to the temptations of our enemy to simply lie down and give up! I will never stop fighting until this war is over! Until this evil is thwarted! This is my life's purpose. And I stand here now to show that true glory is given to those who fight for it, those who never give up, and those who are willing to lay down their lives if it means the safety of others. That is what we fight for. That is what Michael fought for! And we will continue to fight until his death and the death of all our fallen brethrens are avenged! Now eat enjoy your company for soon we will meet our enemy on the battlefield. This war is far from over."

The roar of my men, this is my kingdom. This is their kingdom. It's time to defend it, even if that means giving my own life for nothing is unacceptable to give up.

Chapter 5:

The time for action is now!

Through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be known.

O'er tall mountains it will be taken,

And in deep waters it will be thrown.

The secrets that I keep,

Will never be revealed.

And though I give you bread,

Still you must steal.

This life will be but a feathered thought,

In a dream you've yet to dream.

And when your time has come to gone,

You will no longer be seen.

So through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be still.

With the death of my most honored General, many changes had to be made. Who would take his place? I have racked my mind over this for many days, though it seemed more as if years had passed. He had no students and for now the officer under him will take his place. But I am burdened with the decision of his replacement. My heart aches with this loss.

These new crimes by my enemy will not go unpunished. I fear a new evil is emerging in this ungrateful world. I can feel my kingdom collapsing. Small skirmishes are a daily act. Persistent is this bloodthirsty war. It seeks one and only one thing, the blood of every living creature. Nothing is safe from its tightening grip on the throat of this kingdom. Before this is all over most will lose their lives. This is all my fault; I have let this war come about. Should it even be called a war?

My son will take Michaels place for now. His training is not finished but I know Michael would approve. It is earlier than I expected to involve my son in this massacre but it has come at the request of his kingdom. His people need him to lead them and guide them to their death, with their spirit high, their weapons clean, and their eyes keen to the lights of the enemy. My son has proved himself time and time again. I know he is ready for this task. It's time to introduce him to the generals' armor.

This armor was made especially for Michael. Tailored to fit him perfectly, it shines brilliantly in the sunlight, and fades into the darkness of night. It covers every area of its wearer's body yet causes no problems with movement. It's impenetrable to any light weapon we could make. When this armor is worn by my son, Michael's settings will hopefully teach him even more giving him the greatest teaching Michael could have ever given.

My son will work alongside Gabriel in creating a new strategy based on our weapons upgrade. No longer will we meet the enemy in an open field to battle, hacking limbs from each other. No. a more sophisticated attempt will be made from now on. Espionage will be utilized to bring down this threat. Skillful attacks from a distance, perfectly calculated for any change in environment or enemy movement, these will be highly perfected. Our soldiers will need new training. They must be taught our new tactics. I have no fear that my men will do their duty without fault.

I will put my son in charge of training the men. It will be his first military responsibility he must prove to these men that he is capable of leading them in Michaels place. I must leave grace for my son, he must succeed. There can be no failing. I must be attending to my secret for they are in need of me. The one called man is in need of continuing conversation. And soon I feel he will be ready for his first test of will. As is my son, it seems the fate of man and the fate of this war may be linked to one another. Time will tell.

My men have started their training and it seems they have taken a liking to their new leader. He has proven himself a great leader. The day will soon come where he will take my place as Lord of this kingdom. I must keep to my secret now. When the time comes for me to return I shall.

Mans first test has begun. I have given him a mate and with that I will tempt him to fall from my teachings with the secret of "good and evil". I pride these tests in being harsh at times, but necessary. I must push them beyond anything they believe to be fair. I will pit them against themselves and give them an enemy to fight. Some of them will inevitably worship me but most will fall from that belief. All is a part of my plan to create the most amazing soldier. They will travel to all ends of earth and eventually one day out past the physical limitations of earth. I will push them to push themselves. For all will fight for a purpose.

None will be right but all will teach. This most will not understand the few who do will be ridiculed and misunderstood. Through the creation of mans mate they will breed my elite group of soldiers and I will take all those who die and institute them into my regiments. I will grow the ultimate army. Ones who have faced boundaries none have.

For now I walk with man and his mate. He has named himself. Adam. I have asked him why he chose that name, no answer could he give. All he said was, "it fit". We have truly created an interesting man. His mind is clouded with thoughts, like mine. He is eerily similar to me. So far I have a feeling this is going to work very well. Even if my first born gets word of my scheme there will be nothing he can do to stop it. There will be too many of them and I will be filtering every death into my army.

I watch the interactions between Adam and his mate whom he has named Eve. They seem to get along very well just as I thought. Now for the next test, for the first time I ask the most of the two. I will gauge Adams reaction to the temptation of Eve. I have given him instructions to not touch this tree, something so simple. I use a snake in place of my own voice and face. He mustn't know I am the one who is testing. I will disguise my plot even from the eyes of Adam. None will know.

How sad, yet predicted. He has failed this test. He did nothing while Eve broke my rule. Nothing was said and after they realized the rule was broken they both ran and hid. It seems it will take much longer than I thought to create my perfect soldier. They must now venture throughout the entire planet. And as they multiply they will stay in different areas and adapt to that environment. This will truly be an experience. Never before have I seen anything of this sort.

They are starting a family together now. The experiment has now begun. I will continue to check up on them and their offspring. They are the most interesting of all my creations. The way they interact with their children is very interesting. Eve cares for the child and nurses it to good health, to a point where it is able to carry itself and sustain itself with the food Adam gathers for them. Adam has built shelter for them from the changing seasons. Something very interesting, their first children were doubles. Two who look very similar to each other? One I can sense has a much weaker heart than the other. I am curious how this will affect them when they grow older. AHHH! My head…something is changing…it feels as if my head is about to implode. It feels as if my brain is trying to enter my spine. This feeling…what horrible evil is this? Where is this evil coming from?

I need to take a break and return home to my kingdom. It seems my men are adapting to their new training very well. My son has exceeded my expectations in every way. His body has adapted to Michaels armor faster than I thought. This truly is a sight to ease my mind. Still that horrible pain in my head is back, where could that evil have come from? Was it from my first born? Is he trying to communicate with me? No I do not believe that to be so. Even if he wanted to contact me I dare not listen for he is my enemy now. He has done many deeds unforgivable by the laws of my kingdom.

I peer back down to earth and see Adam and Eve with their children whom are now much older. The two boys have been fighting much more frequently. I worry that this will end badly for them. The pain in my head worsens as I continue to watch. I want to look away but my gaze is fixed on the two boys. I follow them out to a desolate field and watch as the stronger one…how could this happen? Their son has…the poor boy's head…this heresy. This son shall be known for this horrible act and his future children will be punished for their fathers' wickedness. Did I not foresee this disgusting display of hatred, once again? Cain has destroyed his brother's skull, his brother is unrecognizable. This strength though…this is what I wanted is it not? Still is it unrefined? I must not punish too harshly with their offspring they will learn to be less gruesome.

My head again this pain is more than I can bear…its gone. What is this…what is happening to me? I must consult with my son and Gabriel.

It appears that nothing is physically wrong with me. This pain could it be from my wound? I must push past this. It is now time for a retaliatory strike against our enemy. The men are well fed, well trained, and ready for this new war that is to be waged.

Our first strike will be an armed assault against a nearby enemy camp said to be holding some of my men. My son and Gabriel will devise a strategy to take this camp with the least amount of casualties. If we can we will rescue our comrades. Arm the men, ready the gates. Move our men out and seek out the enemy. We shall destroy every last one of them. Let none live. Yes, I will destroy this putrid stench under my nostrils, which is mine enemy. This is the beginning of the end.

I hear our men fight well. My scouts have located yet another camp. I will send word to my son to continue on to the next camp and continue the fight. Reinforcements will be sent when needed. As they take this first camp Gabriel will personally bring word to me of their achievements, we cannot afford to lose another of my generals. My son with Michael's armor will be safe. His armor is more powerful than he even understood. Its true potential has yet to be seen.

Gabriel has returned with a wonderful success. My son has done well it seems his personal squad took the lead in the attack. How wonderful he truly is my pride. If he only knew how wonderfully proud I am of him. When he returns from this mission I will give to him the most beautiful of all the women in my kingdom and the fill of the finest food in my land. We will drink on the finest of all the ales in the land upon his return. And his men shall receive praise fit for the welcome of a king. This will surely be a wonderful day.

Chapter 6:

The return of The Son

Through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be known.

O'er tall mountains it will be taken,

And in deep waters it will be thrown.

The secrets that I keep,

Will never be revealed.

And though I give you bread,

Still you must steal.

This life will be but a feathered thought,

In a dream you've yet to dream.

And when your time has come to gone,

You will no longer be seen.

So through mine eyes it will be seen,

And through mine eyes it will be still.

Our armies have done well. They have destroyed everything in both camps. Our men have been safely returned to my kingdom. How glorious this victory is, my son will return soon and his feast will begin. My son has proved how valuable his leadership is. These victories will make a statement to our enemy. The bodies of those vile creatures will be left, some hung high by their necks, and others left on poles outside the camp. The rest will lose their heads and be sent to the next camp. The severity of treason will be known to all. This kingdom will show no mercy for those who act against it.

My scouts bring word that our brother's return is close at hand. I will send word to my entire kingdom to prepare for our feast. This must be the most amazing display of col





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