Prologue
I sat there waiting on the sofa, staring intermittently
at the clock, the one with the minute hand that seemed to
be racing around its circular course faster than any
timepiece should, and out the living room window, where I
could see nothing but gray skies and stillness. I knew
that he was coming for me, and that he would arrive within
the hour. He would come, and this time, he would kill me.
Addon, and his followers would undoubtedly rejoice once I
was dead, the one that they feared, the one they loathed,
the one they despised, the one they held responsible for
the many plagues they had endured.
Having long ago said our goodbyes to our families, and
to the believers that we had met since arriving in
Jerusalem––the wonderful city, the glorious
city, the holy city, Moe, and I were ready. We had done
all that we could to comfort our brothers and sisters, and
to assure them that we would see them again very soon.
While all of them rejoiced with us that we were about to
go to be with the Father, some had left only when we told
them that it would be easier for us if they did so, and
even then they left only in tears for our sakes.
We knew that our waiting was almost over when suddenly,
far off in the distance, we heard a low, faint, rumbling
noise, like the roar of jet engines, heading in our
direction. The reverberating sound grew louder as the
source of the roar drew closer and closer. It soon became
apparent that the noise was coming not from aircraft, but
from something else, something big. I watched as several
paintings hanging on the walls in the living room began to
rattle and the floor began to shake. The house began
vibrating with an ever–increasing intensity as the
column of tanks drew closer and closer to our home.
Eventually, the paintings leapt from the walls and fell
crashing onto the hardwood floor, shattering and sending
shards of glass in all directions. Based on the
considerable contingent Addon had sent this time, we
assumed he had heard what happened the last time someone
had attempted to silence us.
Moe and I looked at one another before rising
unsteadily from our seats. Each of us nodded in unspoken
agreement as we began walking towards the door. We were
scared, but we refused to stay and cower inside, just
waiting for our enemy to arrive. We would meet him outside
and face him as the faithful soldiers we were. Each of us
took comfort knowing that, "He that is in us is greater
than he that is in the world." We would not give the enemy
the satisfaction of finding fear in our eyes when he
arrived.
Our work was finished. We had travelled a long and
difficult road, wrought with trials and tribulations, we
had dutifully accomplished our mission, we had delivered
the message the Lord had sent us to bring. We had carried
his message and we had warned the peoples of the earth of
the coming destruction. Our work was over; it was time for
us to go home...