Henry

By Darius Lewis

Henry is a simple man who loves his wife Anna and his son Aryus. They just want to live a peaceful life but all that changes though when unexpected guests arrive at their doorstep one night. On that night Henry and his wife begin to hear whispers. They grow louder and louder until Henry with his hammer in hand steps outside. Standing in front of Henry is a man with a pale horse.

His name is Lucifer. He gives an order for Henry to be taken down and a man with a white bag over his head comes out of nowhere and tries to take Henry out. It’s a member of the Ku Klux Klan. Henry tries to fight off the Klan but is eventually overwhelmed and his family is killed. Henry is then chosen to stop the Klan and their leader Apophis from destroying the world and remaking it in his image.

Along the way Henry gets some help from a woman know as Harriet. They clash against the Klan, and they even have to fight their own people along the way to accomplish their ultimate goal. But when it is all said and done Henry along with Harriet and those that joined them no matter their skin color come together and show unity and love. And with that power they finally topple Apophis and his army to bring peace to the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781665543095

Darius Lewis

Darius Lewis is a 26-year-old college student who is majoring in Creative Writing and English with Screenwriting. He was born on April 11, 1994 in Florence, South Carolina and originates from Georgetown South Carolina but now reside in Montgomery AL. He started writing at the age of nine and hasn’t looked back. He continues to hone his craft as it is his passion. Therefore, seeking to become better at it every day. He often uses his real-life experiences in his writing good or bad. He does this often to make his stories more relatable. To let people, know that they are not alone because others may be going through something similar. And that’s what Mr. Lewis brings to the genre of fiction. He combines fiction with his real-life experiences and what he sees going on around him to reach out to people and connect with them. He uses the genre of fiction to think outside the box to deliver a compelling story to capture the reader’s attention.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue

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Published by AuthorHouse 01/06/2022

ISBN: 978-1-6655-4311-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-4310-1 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-4309-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2021922203

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 1

F ire engulfs the plains of the earth. It burns high, lighting up the night. In the middle of the flames, there is a figure who looks to be great and powerful. A shadow in the form of a man. Pitch-black in the middle of the flames. Identity concealed. He stands over a man lying face-first on the ground at his feet.

The man looks like a fallen warrior. He looks like he has been in a battle against the world. He has long black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin. His name is Henry. The figure leans down and grabs him by the hair, lifting his head up. He’s helpless.

Anger is etched on his face. The figure grabs him by the throat with his other hand and lifts him up off the ground up into the air. Henry looks down into the figure’s face. The figure has no eyes at all. It lets out a horrific scream that would kill any normal man.

The scream then becomes Henry’s as he begins to struggle and fight in a bed that lay’s inside of a little shack in the Virginia woods. The time is night, and the year is 1865. The fire and the figure are gone. It was only a dream. A nightmare if you will.

There is a woman trying to calm Henry down. Her name is Anna. Anna Henry. Wake up! Wake up, Henry! Wake up!

It’s ok! It’s ok! Henry! Henry sits up in a panic. Eyes wide open, breathing heavily, and covered in cold sweat.

Anna begins to run her hand through his hair. Shhh it’s ok, it was only a dream. Henry turns his head to look at his wife. He first looks deep into her beautiful brown eyes, then at her curly black hair.

He then runs his hand across her magnificent, brown-skinned face. He picks her up and sits her in his lap. He holds her close as she runs her hands through his hair. Henry looks up as he hears gurgling sounds. He looks in front of him to see a baby boy standing in a crib looking at him and Anna.

It’s their son Aryus. Anna turns and looks at their little baby boy standing in his crib looking at his mother and father. Henry and Anna both smile at their son. Meanwhile somewhere off in the mountains of Virginia something is happening. There is a gathering in a deep canyon. There is a sea of people. They all appear to be white. Men, women, and children are all gathered together.

It looks like a cult gathering. The canyon is lit with torches all around. Also, by three burning crosses in front of the sea of people. The crosses sit on a rising inside of the canyon. On the rising there are people robed in white looking like ghosts in the night.

They’re looking down on the mass of people. Standing above them like gods of some kind. They are KKK members and so is everyone else who’s gathered in this place. A hooded figure then slowly makes his way to the edge of the rising. He stops.

Everything is so quiet. The only thing you can hear is the sound of the flames crackling in the night. The hooded figure with white gloved hands stretch out their arms to the side. Two robed men