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 Arrow of the Mind  (5 ratings)by Jon Ulf Page 3 of 3 "Never! My master has sworn me immortality; never shall my body die. I shall live on this earth for eons to come. I shall out live you and your kind boy." Aaron raised his hands and sent a barrage of black lightning towards Uriah. With a simple wave of his hand the lightning disappeared. "I grant you one more moment of mercy Black One. Sever your bonds with the Nameless One or suffer for eternity." "You do not frighten me young one. Although you may have escaped my powers, you shall never escape the wrath of my master." "So be It." declared Uriah. This time Uriah bent both time and space around Aaron, and sent him to the distant past, on a world billions of light years away, knowing that getting back would be beyond Aaron's powers. Also knowing that Aaron's last curse would ultimately come true. Then Uriah heard the sounds of a distant battle. He reached out with his mind's eye and searched for where it was happening. When he found it he saw that the army from Eyer was greatly outnumbered. Realizing that the battle was going to soon be decided, he acted quickly. Bending the space around him, he transported himself to the top of a rock outcropping near the heart of the battle. Raising his hands and in a voice of booming thunder he said, "STOP." All activity ceased. The battle came to a grinding stop. All heads turned to him, and what they saw astounded them. What they saw was a man with hair that was white fire, waving in the wind, falling down and around his ears as if it had weight. Where eyes should have been was a raging inferno of the white fire. When he spoke mist blew from his mouth, as though it was a cold night in winter, but it wasn't mist that came out, it was the same white fire. As he spoke all ears heard. "He is alive. The Great Lord of Dark has awakened from his slumber. Fear ye who worship the Light, and rejoice ye who delight in Evil. For the Time of Terror is upon us. The Minions of Hell shall rise up, and lay waste to the world. And all nations shall fall; all ties that bind shall be broken. And a darkness shall fall over the land, and it shall be so for many years to come. But when all hope has died, there shall be one born unto those who hope. He shall rise up and be a savior unto thee. Ye shall weep at his birth, and rejoice at his death. For he shall shatter all hearts at his birth, and shall give salvation at his death. But ye will serve him not, and hate him much. You shall despise him, and shall plot against him. And he will bend knee and be the ultimate sacrifice. Let it be heard and let it be written, the Chosen One shall come." When this strange man had ended his speech, a great quake shook the earth. All but this lone man fell to the ground. Black and purple storm clouds gathered in the sky. Thunder came with no lightning. And the sun turned crimson. That day a darkness the likes never seen before took grip of the land. That day many called The Beginning of the End. Others called it The Day of Darkness. Still more named it The Day of Endings. There were countless names used for that day, all used to destroy hope. But there were a precious few who named it The Day of Gods Mercy. For that same precious few who gave it that name, knew that the strange man on the rocks, who had been sent by the Creator of all, was the last gift to the world before the darkness came. Many heard his words, but did not listen. Those words were the beginning of a prophecy long forgotten. Again those same precious few people that held onto hope, also knew, that when he was needed the most, another would come to save the world from destruction.
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