The Chronicles of Hathin Volume One

By David J. Rouzzo

The entire first trilogy of the Hathin Series
is brought together with The Chronicles of
Hathin. This book features David Rouzzo's
Hathin Trilogy, which consists of Hathin,
Hathin: Resurrection, and I Am Hathin.
Also added is The Archangel, a short story
that closes out the first trilogy in a way
you'd never expect.
Enjoy the Chronicles of Hathin as the
prophesy comes to life and one man finds
himself in the midst of a battle between
Heaven and Hell filled with vampires,
angels and demons.
Dive into the Chronicles of Hathin and
experience a storm of emotions from love
to hate, embrace a man on his journey
into faith as well as his past, and
experience the action of spiritual warfare
at it's finest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781365810282

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The Chronicles of Hathin Volume One

The Chronicles of Hathin Volume One

DAVID

ROUZZO

The Chronicles of Hathin

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The Chronicles of Hathin, Volume One

Edition 5.0

Copyright © 2016

David J. Rouzzo

Cover design by David J. Rouzzo

Scripture quotations are taken from the King James Version of the bible.

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Rouzzo, David.

Chronicles of Hathin, The – Volume One/ David Rouzzo.

ISBN:

978-1-365-81028-2

DEDICATION

To Grace, Darren, and Ethan.

I hope you live your lives to the fullest of your

incredible potential,

and know that you have always made me proud.

Reach for your dreams, do not be discouraged,

and never give up.

No matter what else, be sure to love.

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."

- Eleanor Roosevelt

Hathin

PROLOGUE

Journal Entry #1

I have these dreams.  They’re almost like memories, like visions of my childhood.

In some of these dreams, I see three boys staring at an old house.  Following that vision, everything goes blurry, and all I can hear are screams.  Screams that sound so painful and frightening.  Screams that sound almost inhuman.

I don’t remember my childhood.  I don’t even know my name.  All I have are these little visions to live by.  The earliest I remember of my life is when I awoke cold and soaking wet in the back of an old church.  Whatever stories and secrets hide in my past remain untold to me.  I am just thankful that Dr. Jon Andrews greeted me outside one night and offered to help me remember who I am.  He’s a psychiatrist.  I hope he can help me.  He’s the only hope I have at remembering.  He’s the one who told me to write these things down in this journal, to help jog my memory.  I don’t have a family, or at least not that I know of.  I do believe that I used to, because I’ve seen a family in my visions.  I’ve seen a mother, a father, and a younger brother.  If the family in these visions truly exists, I will do everything I must to find them and reunite with them.  Before I can do anything, I have to uncover the truth about my past, and how I got to where I am now.  I have to learn who I am.

Signed,

…

Give thanks to the LORD, call on his name; make known among the nations what he has done.

1 Chronicles 16:8

CHAPTER 1

How do you feel?

Fine.

Any better?

The man smirked as he looked at Dr. Andrews in disbelief.

Same as yesterday.

Your feelings? The doctor asked.

Your questions.  They are the same as yesterday…and the day before.

Look…

I come to you because I am trying to get help.  I am trying to find the answers to who I am, and where I came from.  The man sighed as he stood up from the couch that he was laying on.  Any word about my past? he questioned.

The lab hasn’t sent back any information regarding the fingerprint tracking.  Keep in mind, you came to me only weeks ago, and I have not only done what I can to be a friend to you and help, but I have also offered to be a psychiatrist to you at no cost.

It’s been two months.

Yes, I suppose it has.  It should be any day now.

Any day now?  With all due respect, Jon, you’ve fed me that line for a week and a half now.  For the past eleven days, all I’ve gotten from you is that response.  Jon, you can’t help me if you’re not going to be completely open and honest with me.

I’m sorry.  I can only tell you what I know.  I’ll tell you what.  I’ll call the lab personally this evening and request them to speed up the process.  Have you started your journal yet? The man nodded.

Yes, I just started it last night before I went to sleep.

Good, Jon replied, it should help your memory.

Thank you. The man stood to his feet, shook hands with Dr. Andrews, and slowly left the office.

As the man walked out of the psychiatrist’s office, he glanced around at the empty lobby.  He remembered the family that he had seen sitting in the lobby the day before.  He remembered the brown-haired girl who sat in the old rocking chair in the corner, rocking back and forth, with a still look on her face.  He remembered the man sitting on the couch, mumbling random words and staring at the floor.  Last, he remembered the little boy who was sitting at the table, playing with a small toy car.  He began to visualize the family sitting in the lobby once again.  The image suddenly changed, as the man on the couch turned pale.  The vision became frightening as blood began to run from the girl’s mouth and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.  The image of the little boy changed as his face became covered in blood.

The man stared at the horrifying images that he was visualizing in the room and he began to scream.  Dr. Andrews ran out of the lobby and began to shake him. 

What’s wrong? he yelled as the man continued to panic.

The family! Save them! Help them!

There’s no family.  Nobody’s here!

Save them!

The doctor continued shaking the man, until he finally fell backwards, lying on the ground.  I saw them. He stated.

Who?  Who did you see? The doctor asked.

There was a boy, a girl, and a man.  They were sitting here. The blood…

There’s nobody here.  There hasn’t been anyone here all day.  You were my only patient today until later this evening.

It was…the family who was here the other day.  The man and the children.

Young children?

No.  The boy was young, but the girl was older.  She was in the rocking chair.

Nobody was in the rocking chair.  Nobody was here.  Dr. Andrews said, trying to understand what was going on.  The man stood up and stared at the room.  He sighed, as he stared at the table where the little boy was playing.  He was soon distracted by the ringing of a telephone.  Doctor Andrews began walking toward his office. 

I have to answer that.  Don’t worry, you are okay now.  You should try to get some rest.  Come back tomorrow, we’ll see how you’re doing, alright?

Alright. The man nodded, and walked out the door.

The man walked out onto the sidewalk, and made his way around the street corner.  As he walked past an alleyway, he caught a glimpse of a young boy who looked very familiar.  He walked up to the boy and realized that he recognized the boy from one of his visions.  He remembered the vision of the three boys staring at the old house.  This was one of those three boys!

Who are you? He asked the child.

Your sign of hope. The boy answered.  Confused, the man decided to ask the boy more questions.

How do you know me?

All of us know you, Hathin.

I’m sorry, what did you call me?

Hathin; that is what we call you.

The man stared at the boy curious and confused about the name.  The boy looked at him, with a look of understanding. 

Your ignorance was expected. The boy informed him.  The name that we call you means wise, daring, gifted and special one who holds the power to lead only as far as his own faith can take him.  The boy reached his arm out and pointed his finger at a box lying nearby.  Inside is a gift we have made for you.  The image you will find can show you who you are.  You must learn about the symbol, and study it.  You must learn about yourself.  The past holds no answers, but you still must remember it, for it will help you understand your future.  You must allow your faith to guide and carry you.

The man began to grow more curious and more confused by what the boy was explaining to him. 

Faith?  Faith in what? he asked.

Faith in what has brought you here. The boy answered.

I don’t understand. The man replied.  A lady walked up behind him. 

Sir, who are you speaking to? she asked him.

The boy. He answered her.

There’s no boy around here, sir.  I think you had better go home and get yourself some good rest.  She shook her head and walked away.  The man looked back at where the little boy was standing before, but no one was there.

Confused, the man looked over at the box that the boy had pointed to.  He walked over to the box and carefully opened it.  Inside the box there was a black cloth.  He pulled the cloth out of the box to reveal that it was actually a shirt.  The black shirt had a mysterious symbol on the front of it.  The symbol resembled the letter H, but had a few differences.  The man placed the shirt back into the box.  He picked up the box and headed towards the old church he had first found himself in.  He had been sleeping in this church every night, and leaving early enough so that nobody would come in and find him.

Back at the church, the man set the box down underneath a chair.  He then sat down with his journal to write down the events and emotions he had gone through that day. After writing, Hathin laid down on some blankets that he had gathered together, and slowly fell asleep. 

JOURNAL ENTRY #2

More visions have appeared to me today.  My current emotions are bewildering and confusing at the same time.  I feel afraid, but at the same time, I feel prepared.  Then again, perhaps I am just crazy.  Perhaps I have lost all of my sanity, and that is why I am seeing these visions.  Either way, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something more, something big, behind all of this.  I just can’t help but ask myself why I am the only one who is able to see these things.  Nothing makes sense anymore.

One benefit from these visions is that I now have a name for people to call me.  The boy in the alleyway called me by this name, and the way he explained it made it sound to me like there are others who know me by that name as well; others who look to me as some sort of leader.  How am I to lead people who know me and expect something of me, when I do not even know myself?  The only thing I know about myself is the name that I have been given from my visions.  From this point on, I will learn who I am, and I will learn who I am supposed to become.  I will learn the meaning of the symbol that was on the shirt that I was given.  From this point on, I will be known as Hathin.

Signed,

Hathin

There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them is without signification.

1 Corinthians 14:10

CHAPTER 2

As Hathin slept, visions and voices filled his head.  Visions of the family he had seen at the doctor’s office flashed through his mind.  The vision occurred of the three boys staring at the old house, but this time, something had changed.  This time, there were only two boys staring at the house.  The boy he had seen in the alleyway was no longer standing there.  Hathin then envisioned the alleyway, with the little boy standing there.  The boy’s eyes looked as if he couldn’t have been any happier, but the boy did not smile.  He pointed to the sky as he spoke.

So many questions fill your mind.  You wonder about the visions, your family, and your past.  You wonder how I am able to speak to you in your dreams.  Please, understand that you are blessed.  You do not know your past because you are not ready to know your past.  A long journey has begun for you.  Much suffering and loss will fall upon you, but you were chosen for a reason and the fact that you were chosen means that you can overcome all challenges that will confront you.  You have to understand that just because you are the only one who sees these visions; it does not mean that they are not real.  You have to believe that they are real.  When you believe in them, you will begin to understand them.  The boy then bowed his head, as a man appeared behind him.  The boy vanished as the man grinned, revealing spots of blood inside of his mouth.  Two fangs showed on the sides of his teeth.  Startled, Hathin woke up to find himself all alone, still inside the church.  He stared up at a cross on the wall of the church as he slowly fell back asleep.

Hathin awoke the next morning and left the church before anyone else arrived.  He immediately headed back to the office of Dr. Jon Andrews to inform him about the strange occurrences that took place on the previous day.  He walked into the office and walked up to the desk where the secretary was sitting.

Dr. Andrews, please.  I need to talk to him. He told her.  The secretary glanced over the book she was reading.

I’m sorry; Dr. Andrews hasn’t come in yet. She replied.  Hathin turned around and began to leave.  The secretary began searching throughout files on her desk.

Sir! She called out to Hathin.  I know which patient you are, and Dr. Andrews received a fax about you this morning.  I think it would be alright with him if you take these.  I believe they are for you anyways.  She handed the files to Hathin and returned to her work.  Hathin opened the files and prepared to read the documents that were inside. Inside the file, there was one single sheet of paper. The page inside the folder was a note to Dr. Andrews that he would receive the background information on Hathin within the following 48 hours.  As he continued reading, he learned the name that he was given at birth and his date of birth.  He learned that his real name was Nathaniel Bedlam and that he was born on February 8, 1979.

Hathin jumped as a hand grabbed his shoulder.  He turned to see Dr. Andrews looking over his shoulder, trying to read the documents.

Sorry I’m late.  What do we have here?  The doctor asked as Hathin handed him the folder.  Dr. Andrews read the document and then looked up at Hathin.

Nathaniel Bedlam. The doctor stated.

I have waited so long to know. Hathin said, as he hung his head down, staring at the floor with a look of lost hope on his face.

Is something wrong? Dr. Andrews asked, realizing that Hathin had something on his mind.

I have waited so long to know who I am, but even now that I have found my birth date and name, I still do not know who I am.  Hathin said as he clenched his fists in anger.  The doctor nodded in understanding.

We will continue with our sessions, your past will come to you through your visions and your journal. He stated calmly.

My visions?  My visions have done nothing lately other than scare me and warn me about some journey full of suffering.  My visions have only confused me more than I already was to begin with.  These things that I keep seeing are simply making me feel insane! Hathin quickly calmed down and shook his head in doubt.  He thanked Dr. Andrews, took the information packet, and began walking towards the door.

See you tomorrow. Dr. Andrews said with a grin.  Hathin turned around and looked at him. 

See you tomorrow. He smiled, turning back towards the door and walking outside.

Outside, Hathin brushed past a girl.  She had long, black hair and was slightly shorter than he was.  She had a confused look on her face as she turned and looked at him.

Hathin? She yelled out to him.  He turned and looked at her, curious as to how she knew him by the name that the boy in his vision had given him.

How do you know me?

I don’t know. She answered. I saw you in my dreams.  Don’t ask me to explain it because I can’t.  You were there in my dream.  You handed me a crucifix and gave me this address.  I drove across the state to find you.

Yeah?  Well, this is a psychiatrist’s office, so maybe you should think of it as a sign and make an appointment.  Hathin commented as he began to walk away.

You think I’m crazy?  I thought I was too at first.  I thought that was the only possible explanation!  There’s just one problem.  How do you explain this?  She asked.  He turned around to look at her, and she placed a crucifix in his hand.

What’s this? he asked her.

The crucifix you gave me in my dream.  It was in my hand when I woke up. She looked at him with fear in her eyes.  Hathin sighed, and then nodded.

What’s your name? He asked calmly.

Nevaeh Evanstein. She answered.  Why?  How?  It was just there!  I woke up with my hand clenching it in a fist.  You handed it to me in the dream and you told me to bring it to you immediately.  She explained it to Hathin with a sound of confusion in her voice.  Hathin looked at her, confused and bewildered.

Did I say anything else?  He asked.  She thought for a moment, and answered.

"Yes!  You told me I had to hurry and that I had to find you and give you this before they came."

They? He questioned.  They who?

I don’t know. She replied.

Hathin sighed in disbelief and exhaustion. 

Tell me a way I can reach you. He told her.  She wrote down her name, phone number and address on a slip of paper and handed it to him.

I’ll keep in touch.  If you need to find me, come here and let them know you are looking for Nathaniel Bedlam.  He told her as he turned and walked away.  A short distance down the road he stopped and examined the crucifix Nevaeh gave him.  He walked back to the church, went inside, and wrote in his journal before he went to sleep.

Journal Entry #3

Oddly, no visions have occurred since my last entry.  However, I have had quite an interesting day.  I went to Dr. Andrews’ office and found out that my birth name is Nathaniel Bedlam.  I found out that I was born on February 8, 1979.  I also found out that knowing my real name has done me no good, as I still know nothing about my past or who I really am.  Whether I am called Nathaniel Bedlam, or if I am called Hathin, it makes no difference.  The only difference between the two names is that one has a hidden and forgotten past, while the other has no past at all.

I met a girl named Nevaeh Evanstein today.  I think she has visions too.  She told me I came to her in one of her dreams and handed her an object.  When she woke up, she was still holding it in her hand so she came to find me.  She said I told her to bring it to me and that I told her where to find me.  The object was a crucifix.  Just like the one here in the church, but smaller.  Another difference that I noticed was that the crucifix she gave me had a man on it.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that before.  There are still so many questions that I have to find answers to.

Signed,

Hathin

Hathin woke up before the sun rose the next morning and stared out the window of the dimly lit church.  He held the crucifix that Nevaeh gave him in his hand.  He stared at it as the sun rose and shined in through the window, reflecting a glimmer off of the crucifix. 

What don’t I know?  He asked himself out loud.  What don’t I understand?

He put the crucifix inside the box with the shirt he found in the alleyway, and then he headed towards the door of the church.  He rushed so quickly, he didn’t see that anyone else was in the church.

Sir?  A man yelled out to him. Sir, can I help you?  The man began walking towards Hathin.  Hathin stopped and turned around. 

I’m sorry, I… he stuttered.

Ah, it’s you.  I was wondering when I would find you here awake.  I’ve never wanted to wake you, even though I’ve always wanted to introduce myself. The man said.

You’ve seen me sleeping here? Hathin questioned, curiously.

Well, of course.  You don’t hide that well. The man smirked.

Who are you? Hathin asked.

You can call me Jordan.  I work here at the church.  It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.  Tell me, have you seen any of them yet?

Any of what?

Why, the ones who walk in the dark.  Funny isn’t it, how we call them that?  I think it is.  I think many people walk in the dark.  Some of us have never been told any better though. Jordan explained.

I’m confused.  Who walks in the dark? Hathin asked.

Haven’t you been listening?  Everyone walks in the dark, unless they know better.  Do you know better?

Look, I have to get going.  I’m sorry for intruding. Hathin explained.

Intruding?  Not at all!  We’ve waited a long time for you to be here.  Finally, it appears that the Prophesy is true.  I get so tired of false prophesies.  They give me headaches.  You come back and you stay here every night you need to, boy.  At 21, you’re just too young to be out on the streets.  Especially when you’re training hasn’t even started yet.

Training? Prophesies?  I have no idea what you’re talking about.

I’m talking about the end of the dark ones.  Boy, you were predicted by a wise old man who believed in the light in a way most only wish they could.  A faith with the strength to bring down the mountains, it was.  Every ten years they come to this village.  That’s all going to end soon; I sure believe it is.

Look, I don’t know who you are.  Thank you for permitting me to sleep here; I’ll try to stay out of the way.  Good luck with your ‘dark ones’ or whatever you called them. 

Hathin walked out the doors and headed to Dr. Andrews’ office.  He walked into the office and walked up to the secretary. 

I’m here to see Dr. Andrews, please.  He told her. 

He’ll be with you in just a moment, sir.  She replied.  She paged Dr. Andrews and let him know Hathin was there.  While waiting, Hathin observed the room.  He looked at the secretary as she was continuously typing on a typewriter.  He observed the nameplate that sat on her desk. It said Megan Anderson in gold-colored letters.   Dr. Andrews walked out into the lobby.

Mr. Bedlam!  Welcome back!  We have a little more information for you!  Come into my office; I’ll show you the papers we received today.

Inside the office, Hathin paced back and forth, waiting to see what new information Dr. Andrews had for him.  Here it is.  Dr. Andrews said, pulling the files out of the desk.  He handed the files to Hathin.

I had a family.  Hathin stated, reading over the files.  He continued reading and then handed the papers back to Dr. Andrews.  My mother’s name was Naomi.  My father and brother were both named Niccoli.  They all came up missing when I was 14 years old.  They’ve been announced dead but their bodies were never found.  He said, turning to leave the office.

What are you going to do now?  Dr. Andrews asked.  Hathin turned back around and looked at the doctor with a look of determination.

"Those papers mentioned where my family lived, where they worked, and