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guards.
Galamus flew over and plunged his sword into the lumpy
brute that had broken off the spear lodged in its shoulder and
was rising back to its feet. He pulled his sword from its bel y, and with one stroke, severed all five heads. He surveyed the battlefield and then pointed up the mountain.
“Secure the Holy Mount and take possession of the fiery
stones. They must all be driven out and cast to earth. None
can stay.”
Frost, standing in the middle of one of the trenches, held
out her hands and blasted a wall of ice. The frosty indigo crystals snaked through the trench entombing hundreds of dark figures.
She flew out of the trench, looked at Galamus and asked, “What
about Legion?”
Legion stood in the middle of the yards battling several
Southern guards with a bright red sword. She started toward him, however Galamus, with fleeting shadows glittering against his
pupils, stuck out his arm and held her back. “I’ll take care of him.”
Galamus zigzagged through the battles raging around him
and cautiously made his way to Legion. Now just a few yards
from him, he shouted, “Legion!”
Legion whirled around and threw a scorpion-tipped spear
at him.
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Galamus cart-wheeled backwards, blocking it with his sword.
“How quick you are to betray your maker, Legion. Only a
fool would make his alliance with a dreamer. Now you will suffer the wrath of His Majesty.”
“You are the fool Galamus,” spit Legion, drawing his sword
from his side. “Mageddon is on his way to destroy the woman and
her child. When he does, we will possess the power to overthrow
His Majesty. Join us now before it’s too late. Perhaps Mageddon
will show you mercy.”
“Overthrow His Majesty; and then what? Mageddon will
never posses the full power of the fiery stones and he will never share power with you.”
He stepped closer.
“Join you? I don’t think so,” remarked Galamus. “Mageddon
will pay with his life for this and so will all who follow him…
including you.” He jumped in the air and kicked Legion back
into the Holy Mount leaving a large indention in the footings.
Legion picked himself up and shook off his wings. He scrapped
his sword across the ground then ran up the wal , flipping
backwards as he attacked Galamus. The clash of swords sent
silver sparks blazing high into the air. Galamus blocked his feeble attack, and with his left hand, hit Legion with a force-field that launched him up and over the Holy Mount tumbling end-over-end through the air. Legion crash-landed next to the fiery
stones and rolled across the courtyard up against an enormous
statue of an Almighty Eagle.
Legion crawled over and stood up on the fiery stones. He
raised his hands in front of him and shouted, “I, Legion, keeper of the Holy Mount, call upon the power of the fiery stones. Give me your power that I may defeat those who have come to destroy
thy sacred command.”
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The stones trembled causing Legion to stumble. The rumbles
thundered throughout the battlefield, momentarily paralyzing
everyone while power surged from the stones and raced up his
legs, igniting his hands in bright-red flames.
Galamus cleared the East wall and landed at the opposite end
of the stones and instantly became engulfed with an atomic blast of fire. Struggling to keep his footing, he raised his hands and blocked the fire, only to be met with a power far greater than his own.
“You cannot defeat me. Surrender your forces now or I will
destroy you.”
Galamus strained to hold Legion back, his hands glowing
brighter as he slid backwards. “I’m not afraid of death and I
would never save myself at the expense of my brothers.”
Legion’s eyes seered with scorn. “Then you will die…fool!
And to think, you could have shared power with us and ruled the
universe. What a waste.”
Several angels landed beside Galamus and rushed inside the
flame to help hold it back. Several others landed all around Legion and raised their swords to cut him down. Greatly out-numbered
and alone, he sprayed the courtyard with fire and lowered his
hands.
“This is not over, Galamus. You will bow before Mageddon
and call him master. You will succumb.” He pointed at all the others and bent down to the ground as if picking something up,
“You all will bow.” He broke from the fight and took to the air.
With casualties mounting and against Mageddon’s orders, Legion
sounded the retreat. They were defeated. Not only had they lost
the battle, they had lost their stations of authority. Rightful
passage to the Holy Mount and the fiery stones would forever
be blocked. The universe glowed red as battles dwindled and
stars were hurled across the universe by Legion and his army,
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protesting their retreat. Massive boulders of broken stars and
meteors peppered the planets and moon, leaving large craters
scattered across their surface.
MABGONIAN SYSTEM
The solar system stood on edge. Bolts of energy stretched from
star to star. Above her head was a crown imbedded with the
twelve stars of Andorra. She stood in an expanse above the
moon; her body clothed with the sun. About to give birth, she
cried out in pain as a great and wondrous sign appeared; globular clusters exploded with a spectacular display of colors resulting in a majestic rainbow across the universe.
Mageddon, hiding in the orbs of Mabgonian, had seen
enough. It was time! With his army in place, he spread his
wings, lowered his head and shouted a thunderous blood-cur-
dling shriek initiating the attack. His colorful wings ruffled in the wind and were highlighted by small pockets of air, white-capping underneath, as he descended through a black hole concealing
his approach. He had one goal; to devour the child and kill his
mother.
Aware of his presence, the stars from her crown blinded him
with an immense mother-of-pearl light. As the woman made her
escape, she raced through the galaxy and navigated through a
massive star cluster camouflaging her with millions of lights. She weaved through a dust field then back out into open space, and
paused. Up ahead, hiding behind ranks of black shields stacked
together, a battalion of Mageddon’s army blended into the dark-
ness waiting to ambush.
Sensing their presence and looking for an escape, her eyes
roamed the galaxy. Beneath her a wormhole opened. Scared, and
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uncertain what to do, she dropped headlong into its median as
the army broke rank and followed close behind spinning into the
funnel after her. Deep inside the blackness, she felt them nip-
ping and slashing at her feet, but one by one, they ripped into
the mainstream of its gravitational pull and, to their surprise, emerged in different constel ations.
She spiraled out of the hole and shot wide-around the two
moons of Cadiamorsus—Mageddon emerged from the hole just
as it closed and followed her. She twisted through an
asteroid field and then out into space, but with every second, he drew closer.
With the child tucked under her wing, she sang to the comets for help. Reporting from across the galaxy, they attacked from every direction launching at him.
Mageddon, full of surprises himself, felt their vibrations
locking onto him and he transformed into an enormous sev-
en-headed red dragon. Each head had ten horns and seven
crowns, from which fire erupted, turning the comets into ash.
His voice, majestic yet deadly, sent shock waves disintegrating
the rest, crushing them into tiny pieces. The small fragments ricocheted off his body and floated away becoming trapped in the
rings of several nearby planets.
The woman turned and sped toward earth. As she approached
its upper atmosphere, she sang to the clouds for protection. The sky turned red and the barometric pressure in the air dropped,
creating a large vortex in the sky. Lightning flashed against
Mageddon’s body. Hundreds of tornadoes raged all around,
twisting and flipping him over and over. Rain and hail slammed
against him trying to slow him down, but he was too powerful
and his armor of thick scales—impenetrable.
He folded his wings to pick up speed causing fire to spark
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heads screamed a venomous shriek, paralyzing her mid-air. With
victory now in reach, he stretched out his claws to clutch-kill
the child, but was struck by Miaphas emerged from the clouds
directly above him. Mageddon pummeled round and round in
an unrecoverable spiral-of-death. Struggling to pull out, his tail swept a third of the stars out of the sky, raining giant firebal s on the earth, torching the ancient old-growth forests of Guma.
Mageddon struck the earth with such an enormous force that
he cracked its crust, shifting it off its orbital rotation. A plume of dust mushroomed into the atmosphere, covering the earth in
darkness, killing, burying, and suffocating millions.
Mageddon listlessly picked himself up off the ground. Shell-
shocked eyes scanned the sky and valley for any sign of her.
Exhausted from the relentless pursuit, the woman landed on the
back of Behemoth—the chief of all His Majesty had made. With
bronze bones, limbs of iron, and a tail like a cedar tree, he was ready to sacrifice his body to protect both her and the child. The woman’s frail, tattered body was draped over Behemoth’s neck as
she rested in the rhythm of his gallop, fondly soothing her beating heart. As they ran through the forest, she sang to the trees to conceal her. Hearing her voice, Miaphas emerged from the
clouds and landed on a mountain plateau high above the forest.
He spread his hands far apart and then slapped them together,
pulsating a gust of wind through the trees awakening them from
their ancient slumber.
Leaves soared into the sky.
Branches snapped.
Cracks and rumbles echoed throughout the forest.
The trees sprang to life. They spread their burly branches
high into the air, confusing Mageddon with an array of colors.
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Others formed in ranks and marched against him, while others
flanked him.
Mageddon tried to pursue her, but he was wounded and his
left wing broken. In one last desperate attempt to achieve victory, he turned toward her, inhaled deeply, and spewed a torrent of
water into the air. The water raged across the valley and through the forest, uprooting the trees, breaking their ranks and washing them away. The torrent picked up other trees and rocks, and
showered them down all around her. Although the waters raged,
Behemoth could not be stopped. His colossal body stormed
through the forest unscathed by the terror chasing them.
With the small amount of energy that remained, she sang
out, this time to the earth.
The earth trembled and quaked.
Boulders smashed into the creek.
A canyon opened into the horizon and cut the water off, wres-
tling it down its colossal wal s. The water, furious at the canyon, surged and scratched into its sides, scaring it with deep ravines.
The canyon sucked the water down then channeled it away.
Mageddon watched the canyon open and race toward him.
Unable to fly, he rolled out of its path. Devastated that his plan had failed, he pondered his next move. Legion circled the earth
and landed beside Mageddon, falling face-down.
“Forgive me Mageddon, I have failed you, we have all failed
you. Galamus and the others ambushed us and kept us from
carrying out your plans. He knows about us; His Majesty sus-
pects you. He has taken your place of authority and given it to
Miaphas.”
“Miaphas; Coward! Next time we shall meet face-to-face.”
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lines, many of different colors, ran horizontal y to form a new
river, approximately a mile below.
“Get up, we have work to do.”
Legion rose and discreetly observed Mageddon’s wounds.
“But, they have blocked the way; we have lost our places too. All is lost.”
“Fool!” shouted Mageddon in a bestial rage. “All is not lost.
No,” he said staring out across the war torn and ravished land-
scape, “This may work to our advantage yet.”
“How?” asked Legion, trying to hide his skepticism.
“I will destroy her offspring and turn his people against him.
When he returns, I will have amassed a force as numerous as the
sand of the sea. I will have my revenge.”
“What about the woman and her child?” he asked, his voice
trailing off feebly.
Mageddon’s eyes glowed red. “Once I’ve healed,” he moved
his broken wing slightly and grabbed Legion by the throat lifting him off the ground, “I’ll find them and crush them myself.”
He threw Legion off into the canyon.
“Victory will be mine!”
THE BALAMARA DESERT
Miaphas took the woman to the Balamara desert and placed her
in a cave high above the desert plateau. The cave was hidden deep in the maze of an area called “The Land of a Thousand Canyons.”
Inside the cave was a tropical paradise. Rotating just below the ceiling was a star cluster that provided light to the fertile plants growing below. Fiddlehead ferns, rainbow chards, and longed-nose pokeberries grew amongst the floor. Fluted pumpkins,
drumhead cabbage, and big-eared sugar beets grew along the
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wal s. A fresh-water spring overflowed into a sparkling steel-blue lake. Its shoreline was speckled with fruit trees and edible red, blue, yellow, purple, and green polka dotted toadstools; the toadstools tasted sweet, like a dessert—especial y their white spots.
Miaphas took the child in his arms and covered him in
bobo balm.
“What will become of my child?” she asked, still traumatized
by the separation. A small white tear fell from her left eye and rolled down her cheek, chapped from the wind.
Miaphas cradled the child in his arms and smiled. Without
looking up, he responded, “Your child will be safe. We will take care of him and hide him from the great d
ragon until it is time.”
“But what about me? The dragon will not sleep until he
finds me.”
“Guards have been placed throughout the land to protect
you. Stay here until I return. When the time is right and the earth is ready, His Majesty will return on the wings of justice. He will destroy the dragon and all who follow him.”
Miaphas exited the cave and laid the child, which was
wrapped in a swaddling of coney fur, next to a rock. He looked
around and then knelt down and scooped up a handful of dirt.
He raised his hands to his mouth and whispered before inhal-
ing the dusty granules. With the dirt dancing around inside his
mouth, he breathed over the cave opening. Dirt tendrils wisped
out of his mouth and crystallized, forming a secret door concealing the entrance to the cave.
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Many years passed. The earth lie in waste, its landscape forever
changed from Mageddon’s devastating impact. Tall mountain
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ranges and deep ravines rose up and splintered out around
the earth. A dust cloud blocked the sun for hundreds of years
allowing great ice formations to lay siege upon earth’s surface.
Millions died, and Mageddon and his followers enslaved those
that did survive. But not all; there was a remnant, a chosen people that had been protected. Mageddon dispatched his servants
to kil , steal and destroy all that remained. The war against earth had begun.
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C H A P T E R 4
Bone Valley
The Val ey of the Shadow of Death.
“Mogi, crawl through the weeds and get in front of him.
When you see me climb up the ledge, stand up and let
him see you. Then I will jump,” whispered Rammer, crouching in
the weeds next to a large overhanging cliff face. Mogi nodded his head and low-crawled through the weeds smiling and laughing,
thinking about what was going to happen. Rammer climbed the
rocky ledge and shuffled across. Scurrying across the ledge, his foot slipped on moldy bird droppings, freeing a few small pebbles, tumbling them down upon the ground and into the water
below.
The large croaker popped its head up and looked around.
Rammer froze and became one with the cliff, remarkably blend-
ing in with his surroundings. Large sweat beads dripped down