posted on Jul, 21 2009 @ 10:28 AM
Max was sitting alone, he had such a troubled night vivid with dreams and pain, he couldn’t wait for it all to end. He surveyed the room around him
and watched the frightened faces, covered in dirt and grim, these were the lucky ones, the ones that papa used to call the awakened. He knew this day
would come and he would have to help as many people as he could to the extraction point, but how he missed his brother, so young with great
responsibility ahead oh him. He stood up he couldn’t afford to cloud his thoughts any longer, looking out the window he watched the sky start to
turn redder by the day, he could feel the rumble in the earth and knew it was nearly time.
Flashes of his papa pierced his thoughts, such a wise man was he, he told of a great coming to them when they were little and that we all had special
jobs to ensure than humanity survived, how he mocked him them and chastised him, he remembers asking his papa how such a man could reign hell on earth
and that fairy tales of devils and demons didn’t exist. A single tear slipped down Max’s cheek, he knew better now, it wasn’t a man, or the
devil, or god. The earth was dying, people were frightened and max learned that when people are scared they do such horrible things to each other,
there was a war raging on and they were all blind, they couldn't see what he could, it was all coming to an end, soon there would be nothing left to
Max heard the fluttering of wings against the window and saw a lone bird perched there, such a rare and beautiful site, something glistened on the
birds leg and he realized it was paper wrapped in foil, a letter!
To sleep. Ah to just have that blissful time when nothing matters, but it shall not be. It’s not my time to rest yet, still so much to do and so
little time. Why cant people see the truth, perhaps they are more ignorant than papa said they are, I still remember that day oh so clearly brother
can you? Laying there on the floor at papas feet whilst he told us the story of the next coming, when hell shall reign on earth once more and only a
few will rejoice. I always thought he was talking such nonsense, oh how I should have listened more and asked more instead of dismissing it so easily,
it’s happening now, can you see the skies were you are? They are turning blood red and cackle like fire, it’s nearly time brother I hope you are
as ready as I; it’s nearly time to finally go home.
I understand and see so much clearer now the awakening is happening cant you feel it brother? The bubbling and fire in the pit of your stomach, it has
grown stronger over the last few weeks and how I long for it all to end, I hear them…. All day and night I hear their pleas and cries and how
powerless I feel to it all, if only we could save them all and take them home with us brother I cannot bare to see them suffer anymore.
There are a few of us together now, around 20, they are all very scared and I don’t know what to tell them, they never told us what to tell them
brother, I don’t know what to do. I try to appease their questions and help them make the crossover, such a hard thing for a human mind to do, one
that’s been so clouded over the years, but they are managing and adapting like papa said they would, we are ready.
I hope that you are safe brother, I feel so incomplete without you, I hear you sometimes, in my thoughts, such sadness and fear brother I try to
console you but I don’t know if you feel me. I really hope you do. They are coming for us brother, its time, time to leave this hell behind, this
earth can take no more, I hope this letter finds you and puts you at ease that I am safe, it will be your time soon brother and at last we can
rejoice, and finally go home were we truly belong.
Keep faith brother we are coming for you
Max smiles. He folds up the paper and turns facing the crowd of eager people looking at him.
“Get up people, its time, we are going home”