Chapter 1
The Quake
Rein watched
from a cliff as a great red dragon blew fire everywhere on the town below.
Houses burned, people screamed. Why was the dragon doing this?
He breathed a deep breath, the air seemed thin somehow, and very dry compared to the air he was used to. Then he heard a voice from above him, it was so loud it seemed as though the clouds themselves spoke,
He breathed a deep breath, the air seemed thin somehow, and very dry compared to the air he was used to. Then he heard a voice from above him, it was so loud it seemed as though the clouds themselves spoke,
After these things the great beast will
destroy the place where your heads rest, and where your cattle graze. Where
your sons live, and where your fathers lie in their graves. It will all be
destroyed. Do not follow the great beast as many will seeking for hope, though
they will not find any, but stay in my words. Leave your homes, and go to the
place I will show you
After what
things? He wondered, and what was this strange thing in the sky. Somewhere in
the back of his head, he recognized the voice. It was a very strange feeling,
but Rein couldn’t identify it.
So he
shouted, “Who are you?”
I am an enemy of the great beast who
is destroying this city.
The voice
soothed him. It was strangely comforting.
“If this is
your enemy why do you not take action against it?”
The time will come when the beast
will be gone from here forever. He will be sent to the Pit, where only the
people he has deceived will go with him. Abide in me, Rein, and you will live
with me forever in Paradise.
Rein stood
high on a large cliff. About five hundred feet below him was a long lake, so
long he could not see where it ended, so long it could have been a river,
except for the fact the water was not flowing anywhere. Many people were
jumping in the water. Maybe for a swim.
Suddenly the
clouds seemed to fall on him. They continued down until they surrounded him
like a mist.
I see you met the enemy. Said another voice different then the
first. Not by the sound itself, but the feeling of it. Not that voices normally
had feeling, but this one has much more feeling than it did sound itself. He
could not see what the voice came from since the mist that had enveloped the
world around him though.
“The voice
from the clouds?” Rein answered this voice, trembling.
If that is what you call it, then
yes, the voice from the clouds. He speaks lies to his victims, trying to lure
them into believing his words.
“He seemed
kind enough,” Rein told him.
That is his evil deception, and I see
you are already being lured to it. Trust me, I have seen many people fall to
him. It is devastating in the end.
“How do I
know that you aren’t trying to do the same?”
I am sorry, you will just have to
trust my words.
"How do I do
that?"
Trust me Rein. Trust me. I will not
lead you astray. The
first voice whispered to him. Trust me.
“How do I? I
don’t know who is right and who is wrong. Help me,” Rein cried to the voice,
“What is your name?”
“El-Rohi,
and before your fathers were, I AM.”
Rein woke
suddenly. It had been a dream. But the dream had seemed real, too real. It was
as if he was there; and the weirder part was, it seemed oddly familiar somehow.
He hated this feeling, he tried to think, but he could not find the thought he
needed.
Rein got up
out of his wide bed. Then he walked out of his room, he yawned and stretched
his arms out. He breathed the fresh wet air around him, unlike the thin and dry
air in his dream.
He walked
through the hallway, doors beside him. He continued down a steep stairwell and
into the kitchen. Where his mother was.
