TALES OF NEHOVIA
ESCAPE FROM APOTHEOSIS
The man in red looks up into the stark blue sky. A sadness comes upon him. A feeling of dread. A feeling of loss. A feeling of emptiness. He breathes
in and tastes the end. He looks down at his left hand and sees the mark of the feathered serpent. A dragon eating its own tail. He flexes his fingers
and two blue balls of light form in the palm of his hands. The lights fly off into the trees around him. Each in a different direction. When the
lights are out of sight. The man in red sits down on the ground and waits.
Magdalene and Sorry Wallace are running silently through the forest of shadows. In the north of the country of Babel. Both are wearing simple black
robes with the hoods pulled up. Whenever they pass through the beams of light penetrating the canopy top like glowing spears of truth. You can see the
pattern of blue tattoos that crisscross Magdalene's face, hands, and feet. You can also see the massive size of Sorry Wallace. Broad shoulders, big
belly, and closer to 8 foot than 7. A giant of a Pleiadian man and a waif of a woman. Running towards destiny. A blue light shoots out of the trees
directly in front of them. They look at each other, smile, and follow the light.
The man in red sits completely still in meditation as Magdalene and Sorry Wallace come out of the trees and into the clearing.
“Before this conversation is done. The third legion of the inquisition will catch up to us. The clerics of the warrior priests are close to
overcoming my spell of concealment,” says the man in red without opening his eyes to see who he is talking to.
“So we have failed,” says Magdalene before coughing blood into her hand.
“Let them come. I will smash their skulls in,” roars Sorry Wallace.
Magdalene rolls her eyes wipes the blood from her hands onto her robe and says, “Let Sorry Wallace fight the entire third legion for all I care.
Maybe he will give us enough time to enter tribal lands. Only you master need to reach Brother Outbreak.”
The man in red sits up and motions Magdalene forward. Magdalene meekly walks towards the man in red. The man in red kisses her on the lips, hugs her,
and whispers in her ears,” Only you my love will reach Brother Outbreak.”
Before Magdalene can say anything. Arrows come shooting out of the trees around the three members of the order of the feathered serpent. The man in
red while still hugging Magdalene close to his body. Puts his hand forward and the arrows stop then reverse and fly back into the trees. He kisses
Magdalene again on the lips, pushes her away, looks her in the eyes, and puts all his power into his voice and yells one word, “Run.”
Magdalene curses the man in red but her body forces her to run. Sorry Wallace begins to bite his finger nails off and spit them on the ground around
him. When he is done he pulls out a knife and cuts the palm of his hand. He splashes the blood from his hand onto the finger nail bits on the ground.
The finger nails on the ground grow into shadow men. Dopplegangers of Sorry Wallace. The ten shadow warriors run into the trees at inhuman speeds. The
screams of the third legion begin seconds later. Sorry Wallace then says a word in a language only he understands. His arms stretch and his fingers
fuse together into razor sharp blades. His legs widen to the size of tree trunks. His skin grows thick with scales. His pupils become larger and his
ears become pointed.
While Sorry Wallace transforms. The man in red begins to move his arms rhythmically while chanting. Just as Sorry Wallace's transformation completes.
Fire begins to rain down from the sky right in the center of the third legion to the east. Within minutes the man in red and Sorry Wallace kill a
quarter of the third legion. The man in red whistles at Sorry Wallace and points to the east. Sorry Wallace growls and runs to fight along with his
shadows against the third legion. The man in red once again sits down in meditation.
To the east, a soldier of the third legion hurries to report to Bishop Eldrish and with fear in his voice says, “Sir, all the advanced scouts are
“How unfortunate. Tell me what happened,” says Bishop Eldrish slowly enunciating every word. Bishop Eldritch is a tall skinny man with a gaunt
face and piercing blue eyes. Wearing light armor etched with the symbol of the dead god on his chest. An inverted cross with a sun behind it. On his
right wrist there is a silver bracelet. From the silver bracelet there is a chain made of black metal that leads to a collar made from the same black
metal. The collar is around the neck of a small emaciated boy. The bishop yanks on the chain and makes the boy fall over.
“They were killed by arrows sir. Even those who did not yet shoot arrows. The heretics used the unholy diseased magic to fling our arrows back at
us. The arrows went through the left eye of every man who shot one. Then kept going looking for more men.”
Another soldier runs up to Bishop Eldrish and says, “Now thousands of shadow demons are pouring out of the trees to the west”
The Bishop ignores both soldier and turns around to look at the seven clerics wearing simple brown robes woven with the symbol of the dead god
standing behind him. All are blind but one. The one who can see says, “There are but ten shadow creatures my lord Bishop. Grown we suspect from
parts of the heathen Sorry Wallace. He has used such tactics before to escape us. The shadows move very fast. So in the dark. The few seem many.”
The Bishop simply says, “Can they be killed?”
Before anyone can answer. Fire begins to rain down from the sky. Most of the bishops guards and retainers and two clerics die before the other five
clerics put up a shield around the command area of the third legion. The smell of burning flesh and screams of the dying fill the air.
The Bishop is completely unfazed. He looks at the clerics and says, “Find the man in red and neutralize him. I will deal with Sorry Wallace.”
All five surviving clerics are blind. One drops to the floor. He begins crawling on the ground towards his dead burnt brothers. Touching and feeling
for his brothers as he crawls. When he finds the cleric who could see he touches the forhead of the body. When he stands up he is no longer blind.
“You may call me Ozmandus my lord bishop. We will do as you wish,” says the no longer blind cleric as he blinks rapidly and looks around. Ozmandus
whispers a prayer to his dead god and a rip in space opens up before him. Ozmandus walks in the blacker than black hole. Followed by the other four
nameless blind clerics.
The man in red feels the rip in space. He feels the pain the wound causes the universe. His mind jumps a thousand years into the future and still the
universe bears the scar and hurts. His mind snaps back to the present just in time to witness the clerics step out of the hole in space. Ozmandus is
the first through. He steps out of the hole prepared. Singing a prayer to his dead god. The prayer tosses the man in red back like a rag doll. As the
man in red is falling backwards and before the other clerics can come through. The man in red snaps his fingers and the wound in space rapidly scars
up and seals. The energy of the four blind, now dead clerics, used to heal the pain the hole in space caused the universe.
The man in red stands up. Fighting and pushing against the prayer of Ozmandus. The power of both men lashes out at each other.
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