The Hymns of God and Men

By Erik J Darrow

The Hymns of God and Men follows the story of ten individuals and their journey after a world war.

The fable begins with the deeds of a man whose life was based on extreme ideas brought on by mis

• Language: English
• Publisher: Oaktree Productions LLC
• Release date: Jun 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798986791111

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Preface

The field grew dark around them as the clouds closed the sky above. Lightning struck the darkness of the night, and thunder rumbled the earth on which they stood. Yefimovich spoke; his tongue was tenacious towards his enemy.

It ends here, Alois! A hundred yards back was an army behind Yefimovich. To his side, an ally by the name of Tokugawa, and along his right, a young man in fierce metallic armor with a shield donned upon his back that glowed hot white and alluring purple. Your lust for power and destruction of this land dies tonight! Yefimovich threatened his enemy. Tokugawa and the knight halted their advance as Yefimovich strode forward, his movement now more aggressive.

The lust for power never ends; it is only transferred into the next soul who desires it more than its predecessor. If you want to end my reign, it only takes a knife through my heart. Emperor Alois responded as he began walking toward Yefimovich. Clutched in his hand was a sword whose blade gave a glow of rustic orange. His armor screeched a wicked tune, and the sockets of his helmet shone blood red. His pace quickened. Yefimovich, whose armor only covered his joints, saw that Alois’s pace has hastened, and he too, began to speed his approach on Alois, he was weaponless.

The lightning struck, and thunder clapped. They seemed to move as fast as light itself. The two were now in striking distance; Alois swung his blade, but Yefimovich, whose foot was planted deep within the ground, moved the ground of the earth and hoisted himself towards the storm above. A pillar of stone and bedrock now stood where Yefimovich once was. He landed forcefully behind Alois, and when Yefimovich landed, by thought alone, he moved the pillared bedrock and hurled it towards his enemy. The column of earth fell upon the emperor, but Alois was mighty, and he was unscathed, and the pillar became nothing more than shattered pieces.

The ability to manipulate the pitch on which you stand gives you no advantage, Alois spoke ominously. You are a fool, Yefimovich, and you will lose! The emperor lunged like a comet heaving itself towards the earth. Almost before Alois made his move, Yefimovich spun from him and struck Alois with the force of a thousand men, striking his back and sending Alois forward to the ground. The emperor rose, removed his helmet, and cast his sword aside. His jaw was clenched, so too his fists, and rain began to fall heavily upon the two men. The sky lit up, but the rumble of the thunder never came. Alois fluttered towards Yefimovich as fast as one could blink. Yefimovich tried to counter his approach. Colonnade after colonnade he created from the earth, but Alois seemed to move as if he teleported from one spot to the next. Yefimovich, nearly in arms reach of Alois, cast another colonnade directly in front of himself, but Alois plunged through the final column and struck Yefimovich squarely in his chest, and the force of the strike knocked him twenty yards and gouged the land as he skidded across it.

The night sky seemed to get darker, almost cimmerian. The thunder roared in the blackness, and the two men began to fight again. Their movements like quicksilver, each blow forceful and destructive, a sound like cannonade they made. Yefimovich pulled back his fist to strike, but Alois leapt skyward, fifty feet into the air. Countering, Yefimovich shot himself upward by creating a pilaster from the earth. He met Alois in the sky and grabbed him by his armor. He clenched his fist as tight as he could and struck the head of his opponent until his arm grew weary. Alois was still in Yefimovich’s grasp, and the two began to fall back to the earth, Alois below Yefimovich. The men landed and their impact formed a small crater in the battlefield.

It’s over! Yefimovich cried as he tried to force himself off Alois, but the battle wasn’t over, rather, it continued to rage. Each man was bruised and bloody. Sweat mixed with the rain. Fiercely they fought. The power within both men seemed to grow as they frenzied in the black of night. As the spectacle reigned, Alois took hold of Yefimovich’s left arm, caught in his binding might, and slammed him into the ground. Yefimovich cried in pain, the bones in his arm were broken. Alois quickly fell upon his waist and started striking Yefimovich’s face with the bones and the muscles of his fists. Yefimovich seemed to be approaching death as he was scraped and battered with punch after punch.

In desperation, with all the strength he had left within his soul, he molded the earth to form a vise around Alois’s neck. Alois’s hands now reached towards his own throat, but he could not break the stone around it. Yefimovich then encased the rest of Alois from his shoulders down to his feet in the bedrock, binding him to the earth.

Nose and cheekbones broken, blood dripping down his face, Yefimovich now stood before his opponent and spoke,

You are hereby taken into custody for war crimes against humanity. You will be stripped of your title as emperor and will stand trial for the crimes you have committed. He spit the blood out that had amassed inside his mouth. Do you understand?

With despair in his eyes, Alois responded, I do.

The heavy rain began to soften, and the clouds above started to break. Dawn had struck the darkness of the night.

A new day has come, said the knight, his shield still illuminated with an encryption that read, This light is our love. May it forever burn bright within our souls, and let it shine brightest when the world has gone dark.

It is already better than the day before. Let us go home, Robert, Yefimovich replied to the knight.

The next day came. Alois laid within his cell; its ceiling was of dirt and stone. The ground was of the same. There were no windows or doors, but boulders made of diamonds were on all four sides of him, each wall nearly two feet thick. Alois felt a slight ripple of the earth. One of the diamond walls began to sink into the ground, and as it disappeared into the soil, four guards were seen on the other side of him.

One of the soldiers spoke, The jury awaits, Emperor Alois. The soldier’s uniform was sharp and form fitting. His trousers a dark brown, his coat red with gold lining, a strong ridged officer’s hat and leather boots nearly reaching his knees. He bore a patch of a gammadion cross on his left shoulder.

Alois started to speak, I see you wear the symbol of the sun. You must be an Esh.

The soldier replied, I am.

Will you show me a bolt of lightning? Alois asked.

No, The Eshan scoffed.

How about a small flame? Alois persisted. This time there was no response. The soldier took hold of Alois’s collar and shoved him forward.

Walk, the Eshan commanded. The boots of the soldiers echoed through the halls of the building as they stepped on the marble floors. Hollow tones rang in their ears.

I can’t help but notice that each of you bear a different patch upon your sleeve. One of fire, one of water, another of earth, and one of air. An Eshan, Mahyeem, Adamah, and Avir. I feel honored to be guarded by such soldiers. May I ask, where are we? Alois questioned them.

We are in the Citadel, replied the Adamah soldier.

How far down are we? Alois inquired further.

Far enough, replied the soldier. The four guards approached two of their peers standing near a massive slab of bedrock. The two guards wore the symbol of the earth, which was a rooted pyramid; their attire was similar to that of the Eshan, however the Adamah’s jackets were forest green and draped with a shoulder cape.

Take us to Tzedakah, the Mahyeem soldier requested.

A day of reckoning, replied one of the guards.

Indeed. The four soldiers and Alois now stood upon the sheet of stone. The Adamah guards widened their stance, both arms at ninety degrees, palms open. They made an upwards motion with their hands, and the massive stone on which the five men stood began to rise. The platform glided to its destination and finally stopped outside the Tzedakah.

The jury awaits you, said the Eshan with a scolding sound in his voice. Alois stepped forward into the circular court room. The entire building was made from a single piece of glass. A spectacular design in construction and one of great imagination, for the structure itself was more than a building; it was a sun dial. At each hour of the day sat a juror, and the judge was positioned atop the gnomon. Alois stopped at the base from where the judge was seated, looked down at the copper floor, and saw he stood upon a rooted pyramid with an eye in its center. He then spun to look at the entire image that protruded through the copper and noticed the pyramid was a crown worn by a woman whose eyes were blinded by a cloth and who cradled a lamb in her left arm and a sword in her right. At the entrance from where he walked were words that read, Judged by God and Men, Protector of the Innocent, Punisher of the Guilty, blind to all but the Truth. The room was silent; there was no audience within it nor any press to write, nor digital recording of the affair. Only a government historian was there to bear witness to the event and the stenographer to write it all down.

The judge addressed the room and spoke in a commanding voice, Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We are brought here today to seek out the truth. Calling the case for Alois Bin Hidler whose crimes consists of the use of chemical weapons on his own people, abduction and mass murder of the Telekine people, and the assassination of the Tulku. How do you plead?

Guilty, Alois said in a sombre voice. Being he a man who committed guilt, there was no trial. There were only proceedings to administer the punishment for the crimes he had committed and for records to be archived and stored in the dust bins of history. The day would be documented for historians who researched such matters to judge those of the past with the clairvoyance of hindsight. The judge laid down his hammer and administered his sentence.

Your punishment for these high crimes is death. You will be permitted to see your family once before your sentence is carried out and a day of prayer and fasting if you wish.

When will I be able to see my family? Alois asked, concerned, for he desperately wanted to talk to them, to see them before he would perish from the earth.

We can arrange to bring them here tomorrow, the judge answered.

Thank you, judge.

You are dismissed. Guards, please escort Sir Alois back to his cell. The hammer slammed, and in an instant, the case of Alois Bin Hidler was over.

The following day came. For Alois, it was far too quick, yet he welcomed it, nonetheless. The cell wall began to lower into the ground and from behind it, an Adamah guard. You have visitors, said the soldier. Standing in front of Alois was a woman wearing a black sheer corset and black leather pants as tight as skin. Around her neck rested a black choker, and upon her wrists were midnight bracelets that had sheer dark cloths in the shape of a triangle flowing from them. Her complexion was that of a pale shadow. Beside her was a man near seven feet tall. His skin, a lifeless pale gray. The sclera of his eyes were bloodshot, and his irises fire orange. His teeth were white as pearls and as strong as steel. He wore a form-fitting black body suit; his muscles bulged through it. His eyes met his father’s.

Hello, my son. Alois spoke softly.

Vater, Alamgeer replied in a melancholy tone.

Alois looked at his wife, I am sorry Betrub; I have failed you.

She and Alamgeer walked into the cell. Alois embraced his wife.

There is no need to apologize. It was not you who failed, but our allies, and do not worry about us; we will be fine, she whispered. Alois and his wife broke their embrace, and they sat on the platform Alois used as a bed. Are you scared? she asked.

Scared? No. I am only disappointed in myself. There is so much more left to accomplish. I did not expect the people of Saoirse to enter the war as quickly as they did. I should have gotten their loyalty before I proceeded. Alois spoke honestly, his voice unshaken.

You should have killed them. They are nothing. Scum, vermin, they are. A horrible people with wicked ideals, Betrub interjected.

They are more powerful than they appear, Alois said regretfully. He leaned forward toward his son.

Come closer, son. Alamgeer knelt down so his eyes met his father’s. Alois spoke softly,

The flame burns low.

Then I will make it rage, Alamgeer murmured angrily.

What I have done wrong, you must make right, his father told him.

I will, Vater. I promise. Alois rose and wrapped his arms around his son.

Do not falter, and do not hesitate, for that is where I failed. I did not rid all the poison that lay within the nation. It will be painful to do so, but it must be done, Alois counseled him.

I will learn to harden my heart so that I may do what is needed, Alamgeer promised his father. Alois looked back to his wife.

Betrub, help to guide our son.

I will do all I can, even if it means my life, she replied.

In the hour they had together, none of them reminisced of the past. Their talk was only of the future and how to move forward, to the goal of one Holle. For Alois knew his life was over, and he lived his life and knew what it held; thus, the future was all that mattered now to him. It was for the sake of his son and the sake of a pure, unified country of Holle.

The guard cleared his throat, I apologize, but this was all the time you have been given. Alois held his wife tightly in his arms once more. Betrub’s eyes began to water, yet her voice did not falter. I love you, she said. She looked up into his eyes and kissed his lips. Their lips separated as did their embrace. Alois turned to his son and folded his arms around him for the last time.

Goodbye, my son. Alois’s heart was broken, but his voice was strong to say the words.

Goodbye, Vater. The flame looks bright, Alamgeer said back to him. Betrud and Alamgeer walked out of the cell, and the world fell quiet as the diamond wall rose back towards the ceiling. Alois wished he had more time. Not enough words could be spoken in only an hour’s time to explain; war and all its facets were complex and webbed in lines hard to connect when executed. He worried for his wife and son and what life held for them after the events of the Great War. He knew that they too would stand trial, and though he ensured his actions never included them and deliberately left them out of meetings and reports to show proof of innocence, he was still afraid. On those thoughts he meditated for all the day and all the night.

The day broke. Alois did not sleep, nor did he pray. Fury burned within his eyes as he sat on his bed made of stone and dirt. The diamond slate began to fall; this time six soldiers were there to greet him. They walked the grand halls of the underground prison. Torches lined the walls, and two Eshan soldiers each had a flaming ball hovering above their palms. They exited the building and walked towards the execution site that was cradled by a mountain, extending out from the Citadel. The site extended a quarter mile past the Citadel walls, and its pathway was of brown and red bricks. It was sword shaped and looked as if it hung a thousand feet in the open air, overlooking the city of Erbil down below.

In front of Alois was a circular scaffold made from the red clay of the land. He walked up the stairs attached to the stage of his execution, turned, and kneeled at the center. He looked up and saw his wife and son along with leaders from other nations. It pained him to see them there. An Adamah soldier approached Alois from behind, and by thought, he began to mold arches around Alois’s legs. The soldier slammed the arches into the ground; bounding his legs to the dais. Alois did not react to the pain he felt.

The executioner walked forward onto the stage. He was Heavohen, from the island nation of Heavohe. His skin was bronzed, and his hair was that of blue feathers, and his feathers ruffled in the breeze and fell down to his shoulders. He had markings upon his chest and torso, symbols with meaning behind each inked image. Affixed to his arms and neck was an eclectic mix of bones and gold jewelry. He looked out onto the crowd. His voice was harsh, and he spoke, Before us is Emperor Alois Bin Hidler. Charged with the crimes of the use of chemical weapons, abduction, and mass murder of the Telekine people and assassination of the Tulku. Do you have any last words?

Alois looked up, madness still in his eyes, I believe today that my conduct is in accordance with the will of the Almighty Creator, and that His will, which I have failed to carry out, will one day be fulfilled. So, though I may die today, my soul will rage to finish what I have started. Lange lede der Reich! Lange lede der Reich! Lange lede der Reich!

The executioner pulled his blade from his sheath, placed the cold metal on the back of Alois’s neck as he shouted his final words, pulled back the sword, and swung.

The Treaty

Nearly six months had passed since the execution of Alois Bin Hidler. The leaders from every major nation gathered, from the islands of Heavohe, to the floating continent of Avengler, to the frozen nation of Nihon. They gathered to discuss and bear witness to the Hidler-Nemtsov Agreement. Two men, from the free and diverse nation of Saoirse, mingled amongst one another.

Ah, Isc! You’re finally here. A man by the name of Robert spoke delightedly as his brother, Iscariot, entered the well decorated suite. The walls of the room were of solid white stone with crown molding made of gold. Iscariot’s boots percussed on the dark hardwood floors. The two men went to hug one another, to show their brotherly affection, but before they embraced their arms broke away from each other and the men began to wrestle. Iscariot maneuvered to get behind Robert, and when he managed to do so he wrapped his arm around his brother’s neck.

Alright, Isc! You win. Robert chuckled, still coiled in Iscariot’s hold.

Well, that was quick. What’s that? Five in a row? Iscariot said sarcastically to his brother. Iscariot released him and the two men embraced with gladness in their hearts. The brothers were very close and full of love for one another; playful shenanigans were always present between the two, and it seemed as if nothing could separate their bond.

No, I don’t think that’s quite right. I think you may have forgotten how to count, Isc. Robert smirked. You’ve only won today because I’ve let you win. I’m just a little tired from battling the Hollen soldiers for the last eleven months, Robert explained, the grin still on his face.

That was six months ago, and what was I doing? Did I not fight them, too? Did I not help win the war? asked Iscariot.

Your words, not mine, Robert said, still smiling. Have you read this treaty they are about to sign? What do you think of it? he asked, flipping through some of the pages that had been lying on a mahogany desk within the room.

To be honest, I feel quite sorry for the Hollen people. Their lands are being taken away, and now, the Telekine control the entire eastern portion of the continent.

And you think their land shouldn’t be taken away? Holle still owns half the continent, and the remainder is to be split into several nations, Robert rebutted.

Iscariot rolled his dark brown eyes, I’m only saying the Telekine have the meat of the treaty in their favor. That’s all.

Well—I think we can both agree the treaty seems weak. If our country joins this Coalition of Nations, it would be a complete breakdown of how we govern ourselves. It also puts the entire country of Holle in a serious financial dilemma in which they will surely collapse. Robert pointed out just a few of the treaty’s errors.

That’s why it needs these other small states to keep afloat. They need to be under the rule of Holle, Iscariot interjected.

You know we can’t do that. Any trace of the old regime will surely bring about an uprising and another war, Robert tried to explain.

Well, I guess we’ll never know, will we? We should get ready. I’m sure Father will be upset if we’re late, Iscariot said with frustration in his breath.

Robert was a handsome man. He stood at six feet in height and had piercing green eyes. As he dressed, he threw a white cotton shirt with a high collar over his head. He ran his fingers through his long straight brown hair that almost hit his shoulders. His slacks were trim, of brown tweed, along with his vest and frock coat. He gave himself a look over; satisfied, he was ready for the day. Soon after he was dressed, Iscariot walked out of the room where he had been getting ready. Slightly taller than his brother, his sand blond hair was combed back, his beard was full yet well kept. He wore a dark checkered tweed frock jacket, his waistcoat was a solid color of the same material that match his slacks. Around his neck was an elegant bowtie, and atop his head rested a checkered tweed top hat.

I still look better, Robert joked.

You’re quite funny. Look in the mirror once more. I think you’ll change your mind, Iscariot jested in return.

The two men walked out of the room and into a hallway of Sesom Palace. The palace resided in the city of Erbil. The people of the nation were called the Telekine, and many whom called this new nation home were of the Ivdeyskiy religion. White walls and gold statues lined the halls toward the half landing staircase that was outside the gentlemen’s suite. As they strolled through the long anteroom, they saw a behemoth of a man leaving his chambers.

Tokugawa! Robert’s voice boomed through the corridors of the manor. The creature, nearly eight feet tall with skin like silver, turned. His veins, translucent on his skin, glowed bright white, his eyes the same color only dimmer. His hair was black and styled with a topknot that was held together by a silver band in the form of a dragon. He was dressed in formal Nihon attire, equipped with a black and white hakama, a black haori, traditional open-toed sandals, and a haori himo.

Boys! It’s great to see you. You both look much better without the strain of war on your faces. Where is your father? Tokugawa asked. His demeanor was kind and lighthearted. He was a gentle soul full of wisdom.

We are about to meet him downstairs, Iscariot responded. Join us. So, the man did, and the three of them walked down the staircase discussing matters deep and meaningful.

We’re sorry to hear of your son, Tokugawa, Robert spoke somberly. He was an incredible warrior.

Thank you, boys, that is very kind. He always thought of you as brothers.

As we did him. The news of his passing weighed greatly on my heart, Robert grieved.

On both of ours, added Iscariot.

I pray his soul has gone to Elysium, Tokugawa said solemnly.

I do not doubt it for a second. There is no one more worthy than Oda, Robert said in the same tone of sadness. Tokugawa smiled at them both for their admiration of and kind words for his son.

The gentlemen had reached the bottom of the staircase and continued through the royal residence into a massive ballroom. Inside the room were five stunning crystal chandeliers along with gold-plated pillars which held an astounding balcony overlooking the dance floor. At the rooms entrance were two twelve-foot statues of famous ballet dancers from nearly two centuries ago, embroidered with emeralds, rubies, sapphire, and pearls. Each room seemed more grand than the previous as they walked from room to room to the entrance of the palace.

A white-haired man spoke as the three men walked outside.

There are my three favorite men. Good to see you’re on time for once, Iscariot.

Well, I didn’t want to face your wrath, Father, Iscariot responded slyly.

Tokugawa, my dear friend. How are you feeling? the old man inquired.

As best a man can be after such terrible times. It’s good to see your face again, Abraham, Tokugawa replied.

The men paced the grounds and continued their chatter, and as they talked outside, a silver metallic spherical aircraft came booming down from the bright blue cloudless sky.

What an extraordinary machine, wouldn’t you say? Completely powered by air. It’s absolutely incredible. Abraham marveled. As the aircraft landed and its doors opened, two Avir soldiers exited to greet them. The soldiers wore pure white slacks with matching jackets that went down to mid-thigh. Their hands were covered by brown leather gloves that complimented their leather boots that rose to just below their kneecaps. Resting on their left shoulders were snow white capes with gold stitching, and sewn upon their opposite shoulders were wings of a windmill with the image of a cyclone at its center, identifying which military branch they belonged to.

Is this an Orbital One aircraft? Abraham continued. Do you mind showing me how this works before we take off?

Hop inside, sir, and I shall tell you as we travel to the Arch. The pilots positioned themselves in their seats, and with small hand gestures, the sphere in which they sat began to spin. With gyroscopic precession, the ball began to rise off the ground and into the air. The yellow desert sands began to fly about, encircling the aircraft like a hurricane. Then the air gave a quick snap followed by a heavy boom, and within seconds, they were traveling at the speed of sound. Inside the sphere was an axis suspended by magnets on which the passengers and staff sat. It would counterbalance for any movement the aircraft would make, keeping the people inside the aircraft stationary and protecting them from the forces the sphere endured.

In mere minutes they had reached their destination, and the aircraft now hovered above the 580-meter bow-shaped building. Down below were thousands of people within the town square ready to witness the historic day. The airship glided gently down to the surface. The wind whirled around the spherical craft, and like a feather, it landed, soundless. The craft’s door decompressed and rose.

Antigravity, you say? How fascinating. Abraham spoke in disbelief, continuing the discussion on how the aerial vehicle operated. The men exited Orbital One and headed towards the gates of the Arch. Atop the center of the Arch was a copper sculpture of a woman riding a chariot. They called her the Goddess of Glory, and she rode upon the Chariot of Victory. Abraham looked up and pointed at the statue and told his sons of the woman.

It is foretold that she will one day return to bring peace to the earth and that the peace she brings will last a thousand years. He told them of her history and how many believed she was the first messenger of God, the Tulku.

As they continued their walk forward to the Arch, Abraham paused every few feet to shake hands and say hello to the people lined in the square. He, his sons, and Tokugawa entered and walked the halls of the gargantuan building to the General Assembly Room, which sat more than 1,000 people. Tokugawa separated from them as they took their seats, which were designated by country. In front of the assembly hall, perched on a wooden platform, sat the signers of the treaty. Center right, facing the assembly audience, sat Yefimovich and the leaders from each military branch of the newly formed nation of Yisra. Center left was Alamgeer and the military leaders of Holle. The session began with formal introductions of the two countries, and then the treaty was read aloud to the assemblage. After months of meetings and deliberation between the countries, it was now finalized. Emotions were high, some delighted, others fueled by anger. Yefimovich, his speech impaired, spoke slowly so as not to stutter.

Today is the day on which our chains have been broken. We have been beaten and bloodied, but we have prevailed. For centuries, we have looked to call a place our own. For centuries, we have fought through the pits of hell, and today we see the gates of heaven. A promise made to us, three millennia ago, has finally been fulfilled. We have never been more humbled, nor as thankful as we are today. From this day forth, this land will be forever known as Yisra, and may those who died fighting for it never be forgotten! The crowd roared in applause, boots were stomping on the floor, fists were pounding the tables. The crowd then fell silent as Alamgeer got up to speak his final words to the leaders of the world.

They say this was the war to end all wars. I say those people are fools. War will never end. It will merely fall dormant like a volcano, and when the world has forgotten about it, it will wreak havoc as it always does. May the world enjoy this time of peace. May you find tranquility after such terrors. May we sleep peacefully and live fully, for I know I will. As I am a fool that believes this is truly the war that ends all wars. Let us rejoice and begin this era of peace by the signing of the Hidler-Nemtsov agreement. Alamgeer scribbled his name on the document, and the room echoed with applause once more.

Robert Chapter One

The crickets were still singing their songs of the night, and the moon had fallen away to the west. The room was dark as Robert quietly put on his clothes. He pulled up his light brown slacks to his waist, buckled his belt, and tossed a beige button-up shirt over his shoulders. He buttoned the shirt, leaving some of his chest exposed, and fitted onto his head a high-crowned, wide brimmed hat. While he dressed, his wife was still wrapped in crisp white cotton sheets, asleep in their massive canopy bed. Robert silently walked on the age-old oak floors towards his wife, and he knelt down and met her face to face. He listened as she breathed, and he marveled at her beauty—her hair a mix of blond and brown, her eyes the color topaz that sparkled like stars in the night sky. She had teeth white as pearls and skin as soft as silk. He kissed her soft pink plump lips. Her beautiful topaz eyes opened, and Robert whispered to her,

Good morning, my love, did I wake you?

No. She smiled. It was this little guy kicking my belly. I don’t think he wants you to go. Robert moved down towards Lagertha’s belly and placed his hand upon it. He felt two little kicks against his hand and then placed his ear to her stomach. 

Oh, I see, he said.

What does he say?

He says he wants to go with me.

Tell him he's free to go anytime he likes; he’s been cooped up in there for nine months, she told Robert and then looked at her belly and started talking to her son within it. Ya know, little one, the world is big and beautiful, and bright, and warm, and I can’t wait for you to be a part of it. Lagertha spoke warmly to her unborn child. Don’t stay cooped up in there forever. There’s so much for you to see.

You should listen to your mom, little one, but stay in a little longer so I can see the day you’re born. Goodbye, my little son, I’ll see you in a couple days. Robert kissed his wife’s stomach, and his eyes focused back onto hers. He moved the small strands of hair from her face with his fingers and cupped the back of her head. He pulled her forward slightly but gently and kissed her fiercely.

I sure do love the taste of your morning breath, he said facetiously. Lagertha breathed heavily into his face and smiled at him.

Just as much as you like the smell of my morning breath?

Almost. He grinned. I’ll see you in a couple days and hopefully our little boy, too. Robert kissed her once more, struggling to leave her beauty and the warmth of her heart. Finally, he departed from her love and headed towards the entrance of the house.

In the entryway, Robert began lacing up his leather boots, putting on his final garments before heading out into the day, and while he readied himself, he heard little footsteps echoing through the rooms of the house. He looked up from knotting his boots and saw the light of his life, his little three-year-old girl. She had light brown hair that fell down her back, aquamarine eyes that melted her father’s heart, and a voice as charming as any bell.

Good morning, tiny dancer. What are you doing up so early? he asked with a beaming grin on his face. She didn’t respond to her father but instead ran to him with her arms open ready to receive his love. Robert stopped tying his boots and caught her as she jumped into his arms.

You’re gonna be cold outside, Daddy. Her voice was soft as cotton, as cute as a puppy’s whimper, and full of concern that her father might freeze in winter’s grip.

It’s okay, Lo. I have my thermal pants on underneath, and I have my sweater sitting right next to me. Are you going to behave for your mother while I’m gone?

I will, Dad. I promise, she replied. Her arms wrapped around her father’s neck.

You going to take care of Mom while I’m away, too, and sing to your baby brother?

I’ll sing Dún do shúil to him every night, Lorena assured her father.

Oh, I love that one. Can you sing it to me? Lorena looked at him and nodded her head. She unwrapped her arms around her caring father and left his lap to stand before him and sing the old lullaby:

"Lay down your head,

Lay down your head my chosen one,

Sleep amongst the stars, the spirits of the sky,

Sleep amongst the angels, who stand at your side,

Dream your dreams, your tales of great fortune,

Dream your dreams, of joy and happiness

Let the Spirit manifest your visions,

Let the Spirit lead you in the night,

You are the pelican in the sea,

You are the owl in the tree,

Play amongst the sparrows,

Swim amongst the lilies,

These are the dreams He has for thee." She stopped singing with slight embarrassment in her cheeks and ran back into her father’s embrace.

That was beautiful, Lorena, thank you. Robert encouraged her and kissed her with a tender heart full of fatherly love. Your little brother is going to love to hear you sing. She beamed at her father’s words.

Lorena stayed cozied in her father’s warmth, and they sat together talking about what Lorena was going to have for breakfast and about what other songs she could sing to her brother, and she listed everything that she would do until it was time for Robert to leave.

Well, little earth angel, I’ve got to get going. I’m sure I have to wake up your Uncle Isc. He’s never on time for anything. Robert stood from his seat and placed Lorena upon it. He took the sweater and pulled it over his head and grabbed his jacket off the coat rack. He knelt down to hug and kiss his daughter and then closed the door behind him.

The air bit Robert’s cheeks as he walked outside his home. The grass, dead and frozen, crunched as he moved towards the wooden barn. He removed the bolt that locked the massive doors and slowly pulled them open. The yellow lights glowed on the sides of each stall, and the horses stirred towards Robert.

Good morning, Amsterdam. He kissed the white horse on his face. We’re headed to Uisge Beatha today. What do you want to eat—oats and barley? Robert asked the horse, pulling the lever that was next to the stall, and the food funneled through into a steel trough. Amsterdam began to eat and then looked back at Robert. Oh, you’re thirsty, too? No need for the death stare, boy. He pushed the blue button that was next to the lever, and water flowed into a separate opening attached to the horses’ quarters. He moved over to the next compartment where another horse awaited him. Hey Beauty, how you doin’ girl? He rubbed her face and fed her a carrot that was stored in a bin next to the stall. Don’t tell Amsterdam I gave ya that; he’ll be as stubborn as a mule. You’re coming on this trip, too, girl. Unfortunately, you’ll be carrying my brother for our journey. Robert spoke to the horse as if it understood him. The horse snorted, and Robert chuckled to himself, I know, he’s just the worst isn’t he.

After Robert was done chatting with the giant beasts, he moved to the platform at the back of the barn, kicked a pedal at the base of it from off to on, and the stage floated up to the second floor. The soft yellow light beamed down from the ceiling showcasing five vehicles that were circled on a rotating frame. Robert bypassed the cars, and, tucked away in the back of the barn on the upper level, he pulled out a dark brown wooden sleigh with carbon fiber skis and white trim. He lowered himself back down the shaft and pulled Amsterdam and Beauty from their stalls. He linked the reigns to the horses, attached the sled, and piled his gear onto it. Robert took his position on the sleigh, flicked the switch on the dash, and the sleigh began to float. He snapped his wrist and whistled to the two horses, and in the morning light, they trotted off into the wilderness of the world.

The air was still fiercely cold as Robert approached his brother’s massive stone-walled country home. He exited the sleigh and knocked on Iscariot’s door. He waited for what seemed like a lifetime and began to get slightly agitated. His brother, still in a daze, pants partially on and a sweater hanging around his neck, opened the door.

I’m almost ready, Iscariot said tiredly.

Yes, I can see, Robert said, raising his eyebrows and rolling his bright green eyes.

I’m really looking forward to not eating anything for the next seven days, Iscariot joked in his scratchy morning voice. It sounds like a real thrill.

Stop your crying, Isc. It’s the least we can do for our children, Robert spoke of his unborn.

Not eating shouldn’t be one of them. Do you have everything?

I think I should be asking you that.

Of course, I do; let’s get going then, shall we? Iscariot buttoned his jacket, donned a hat to cover his ears, wrapped a gray wool scarf around his neck, and walked out the door. How laughable, Robert thought to himself, as if he were the one running late. They piled on the remaining gear they needed for their excursion, and the two men boarded the sled and began their journey to Uisge Beatha, the river of life. It wasn’t an hour into their trip when Robert looked to his right and saw his brother sleeping with his arms folded and head back against the sleigh. In his boredom, Robert piled items onto his brother, eventually covering all but his face. He felt rather proud of his playful accomplishment.

The sun had hit its peak and struck its rays upon the earth. Iscariot awoke with countless items upon his body. Robert only knew Iscariot had come up from his slumber when he received some harsh words from his adoring brother, to which he laughed heartily.

You’re a real pain, Robert, Iscariot said while trying not to have the countless items fall off his body.

What else are brothers for? Robert chuckled. Slowly and carefully, the items were placed back into their packs, and when all that was upon Iscariot was packed back away, he poured some tea from his thermos.

Not that you deserve any tea, but would you like any?

No, I’m quite alright. How was your sleep? By the sound of it, it seemed like it was very restful, said Robert.

I was just dreaming of past battles we have fought. How I singlehandedly struck down two anthropoid beasts along with the disgusting Hemitheoi soldiers that rode them. And of when I commanded an entire pride of men at the Battle of Hoffnung and turned the war into our allies’ favor. Reminiscing of the glories of the recent past that have made me the fastest ranking general in the history of our country, Iscariot answered boastfully.

Dreaming of the war sounds more like a nightmare to me. Good men lost, brave till the bitter end. The families these soldiers left behind, fatherless sons and daughters, widowed young women. Parents saying goodbye as they lower their child into the ground. May we never see anything like it again, Robert spoke with sadness.

No need to get all melancholy, Robert.

You’re right; we have two little boys coming to our families soon. Have you and Anna thought of a name yet?

We have. His name is Hanns. Iscariot smiled and stared off as if trying to picture an image of his unborn son.

A strong name, Isc, Robert smiled as he saw the joy on his brother’s face.

And what of you and Lagertha? Any name?

Not as of yet; we are waiting for his birth. I want to see his face, look into his eyes, and see what characteristics he may have so that when we name him, he will be his name, and his name will be him, Robert replied.

So long as he looks like Lagertha, I’m sure his name will be grand. If he looks like you, well, no need to say anymore. Iscariot japed, and they both laughed at his remark.

The two brothers trekked on, and the day slowly turned into night. They had just gotten over a small hill, and atop the hill was a field of wildflowers as far as the eye could see. Red, blue, yellow, and indigo lay across the great plains—flowers strong enough to withstand the wrath of winter’s wind. Robert and Iscariot looked up in awe, a masterpiece come to life. A cloudless sky, the sun setting in the background—it was like living in a picture. It was as if the fields in heaven came to earth to show the people heaven’s stunning beauty. The men, dumbfounded by the prairie, decided to rest there for the night. They unloaded their gear, unleashed the horses from the sled, and set up camp. Iscariot dug a small pit to start a fire, while Robert found some kindling to get it burning. The fire was lit, the tents were up, and the night sky draped the earth in darkness. The flames started to die, and the stars began to show their faces. The world was quiet. The crickets only whispered, and the wind hummed a soft tune as Robert and Iscariot looked into the star-spotted empyrean domain. As they gazed upon the celestials, three bright streaks painted the blackness of the night. The first comet colored the sky in crimson; it roared the loudest of the three. The second star glossed the cosmos with an ivory flame. It seemed to sing with the voice of an angel as it fell to the earth. The last of the stars blotted out the richness of the crimson and darkened the earth in oil black. It screeched a horrible cry as it bolted through the midnight sky, leaving fear in the souls of those who heard its dreadful strain. The two brothers looked at one another, both confused and amazed at what they had just seen.

What the hell was that? Iscariot asked in disbelief.

It sounded like an angel’s cry, a demon’s rage, and a monster’s shrill. Robert spoke what he thought. Do you remember the stories Mother used to tell us? A great war is coming, Iscariot. Nations will rise up against one another, and the earth will rumble beneath our feet. Siblings will betray siblings, and a father his child. The moon shall drink the blood of men and cry it down upon the earth. Constellations will fall from the sky above, for vengeance, for justice, for death, for peace, to conquer. The welkin will trumpet towards the earth, and we will know the end is near. The brothers fell silent and watched the diamonds return to the night sky.

The moon had fallen and gave rise to the morning sun. Robert lay in his tent, groggy, unwilling to get up, and then he felt a small vibration from within the ground. He pressed his ear against the floor and heard a rhythm of percussion. The earth now began to tremble. Robert wondered what it might be: Is this an earthquake or perhaps more meteors hitting the earth? He then smiled for he knew now what he heard. He grabbed his hat and burst out of the tent with nothing on except for his sleeping trousers. Iscariot bolted out with far less on his skin. Before their eyes were great beasts, near 40,000 in number. They were twenty feet in length with horns nearly two feet long. Their coats were shaggy and dark, their shoulders broad and heads massive. The heard ran in the morning light across the open plain, impossible not to be heard, impossible not to be seen.

Thunderbeast! Iscariot yelled. Where do you think they’re off to? Small clouds of vapor formed around his mouth as he spoke.

It seems they are going where we are going. I just hope they are not running away from anything. Robert glanced out onto the field but saw no predator. Shall we get going soon? We should reach the chapel by nightfall if we leave within the hour.

I’m ready when you are.

Oh, really? You and all your clothes? Robert said to him, pointing out his nakedness.

Two minutes then, said Iscariot as he walked back into his tent.

The men had packed their equipment, boiled some tea by the fire, and took off. Leaving nothing behind but sand upon the fire that once was. Dew laid on the ground, and a soft layer of fog surrounded them as they continued on their journey. The two trekked for hours, stopping briefly only for water and to stretch their cramped legs.

They had made good time. It was still daylight as they reached the chapel, but the sun was beginning to close the day. Behind the bethel, the men saw a massive rock formation where the water fell from over 2,000 feet, tumbling heavily to the earth. As the setting sun hit the water, it looked as if fire fell from the cataract, hence its given name, Leviathan Falls. Robert’s eyes caught the house of worship as he and his brother approached. The brothers disembarked. Robert looked the church up and down in wonder. Its steeple was white as snow, and the door Robert knocked on, red as blood. The sound of the bolt echoed loudly, and the door slowly granted them access.

An elderly man had answered the call of the summoning knock. He spoke in a scratchy, peaceful voice. Why, hello there. Come, come. It’s awfully frigid out there. His silver hair was slightly ruffled, eyes squinted and back slightly hunched. You two look like the frozen dead. I’ll have one of the deacons put your horses in the stables and grab your belongings. Would you all like something to eat? I’ll have the cook make you some Thunder-stew. That’ll redden your cheeks. He smiled at them.

Thank you, Aspal Seanan, the brothers replied.

But we must decline, Robert continued. We have come to fast and pray.

Some tea or coffee then? Seanan asked.

Thank you, Aspal, you’re very kind. Iscariot spoke humbly.

What is the occasion? Aspal Seanan looked happily concerned.

We are both expecting a child. Robert spoke with a grin upon his face.

Oh, how delightful. I remember when you two were just wee lads yourselves. My, my, I’m getting old, aren’t I? the Apsal said in delight.

Not a day over thirty-two, Robert joked.

Plus fifty, Iscariot laughed.

I can see you both haven’t lost your humor. Follow me now, I’ll take you to your rooms.

The men walked down the chapel pews. The benches were bleach white and the wood floors a soft gray. The lanterns hung from the high-beamed ceiling; they lined the aisles from door to pulpit. The men walked behind the platform on which the preacher spoke and descended down to the lower floor. Along the walls of the spiral stone staircase was a painting that told a fable of a bird. Robert watched his brother follow the story as his hands touched the painting. The tale began with the bird leaving its nest and flying gracefully into the summer sky. While it flew through the clear skies, it spotted a woman from high above. Snakes coiled her wet legs and arms as the bird rested in the crown atop her head. She stood naked in front of a throne. Further down the staircase it flew with a dragon that burned cities to the ground and men as they ran in fear. The fable became darker as the bird then plucked the eyes from the men who fled the dragon, and it flew over forests that were now burned and without mast. Man began killing man, and children lay dead in the streets as the houses they fled from were engulfed in flames.

What horrid paintings, Seanan, Iscariot said in distain.

Very much so. The story of the Badb is not a very pleasant allegory. Aspal Seanan’s said sadly in his scratchy voice: It is so very sad when good people do nothing. The world goes dark as the baneful conquer the light. Neither brother spoke.

The men reached the lower level and arrived at their rooms. Here you are, lads. Freshen up and meet me back upstairs. We will discuss the Breithtapa when you’re ready.

After the men washed and changed, they climbed up the spiral staircase to the sanctuary where Apsal Seanan was waiting for them. The room was quiet and dim, lit only by candles. It gave Robert a sense of calm and peace. The brothers walked to the edge of the platform and grabbed the unlit candlesticks that rested in the candelabra; Seanan slowly approached them. Kneel, he said in a whisper. They followed his command. In his hand he held a burning feather whose fire gave a soft glow. What I hold in my hand is the flame of the first phoenix. May its fire grant your children guidance, may it give them courage when there is doubt, and may it forever burn bright in their hearts to be reborn within their children. Seanan lit Robert and Iscariot’s candles. Rise.

The two men rose and walked towards the symbol of their faith, a cross, and resting on each arm of the cross, in a triangle formation, were three unlit pillar candles. Each candle had its own meaning. The top central candle represented the Creator. The candle on the bottom right symbolized life. The final candle stood for death. The triangles themselves betokened strength, and the cross, sacrifice. This symbol is known as the Shamrock, and it is the representation of the Nazar faith. Robert lit each candle and spoke a silent prayer, saying only one word, Germa. The brothers turned back to Seanan and were commanded to kneel, facing the candles they had just lit.

Apsal spoke softly, Let us bow our heads. Our Creator, please guide these men in fatherhood. Grant them wisdom when they lack knowledge. Bless them with patience when they seek urgency, and let them always find you when they are lost. We pray in your name, Germa. Seanan grabbed the chalice that sat on the banister and filled it with wine. He rested it upon Robert’s lips. This is the fire of the Lord; may it burn deep within your soul.

Germa, Robert whispered. Seanan then repeated the words to Iscariot and the second day of the ceremony was over. The three men walked out of the sanctuary and up the staircase towards the loft. A small golden church organ was the centerpiece of the room.

Do you still play? Robert inquired.

My hands are not made for such things anymore, Apsal replied.

I’m sorry to hear that. My father said you were quite good.

Years ago, I had a talent for it, but there is no stopping time. Good things must come to an end, I’m afraid. Seanan spoke, appearing to relive the past in his mind as he leaned over the balcony looking out into the sanctuary. Now, boys, let’s talk about why you are here. The Breithtapa is a very sacred practice in our religion. You have come here as your father did, and as your father’s father did, and his father before that. You both have carried on this tradition by coming here today. Today is the second day, and we have performed the lighting ceremony, representing the bond between God, life, and death. Tomorrow at first light, you will set out to climb that massive boulder behind this church, which we all know as Leviathan Falls. Once you reach the top, you will come across a river. There you must make a sacrifice to the Lord by taking something you value and tossing it into the Bealach. From there, you will make your way to the Uisge Beatha, and on the fourth day, you will drink its water and bring a vial back to baptize your child. Before you drink from its water, you must confess all sins to our God. Only then will you be worthy to drink from it. When you are finished, be sure to praise the Father and thank Him.

Seanan paused and looked at the brothers: Have I lost you yet?

I remember this quite fondly, Robert replied, remembering the birth of his daughter.

Lost? Iscariot spoke up: Just tired is all.

I’ll try to be brief; I know it’s very late, and you both have a tough journey ahead, said the Apsal in a hoarse voice. You will return here late on the fourth day. On the fifth day, you will rest, and you will pray to the Lord. On this day, you will recover for you will be weak, as your body will have been without food. It will be the strength of your faith, not your body, that will bring you home as you venture out on the sixth day. And behold lads, the seventh day, you will have sealed your covenant, where you are home amongst your family, and break your fast. That is it, lads. Do you have any questions?

No, thank you, Apsal. I’m quite alright. Robert spoke kindly.

I’m alright myself, Seanan. Thank you, responded Iscariot.

Very well, then. Goodnight, my boys, and good luck. Seanan smiled back.

The men retreated to their rooms. It was near midnight, and both Robert and Iscariot were exhausted. Goodnight, Isc, Robert said in a hushed voice.

Goodnight, Rob. Iscariot slapped Robert on the back. The two separated and went into their rooms.

As Robert undressed and put on his night wear, his thoughts fell on his wife and daughter. He hoped Lorena was listening to her mother and that Lagertha was doing well on her own with only days until their son would be born. He grinned at the thought of Lorena dancing in the living room and singing lullabies to her unborn brother. Robert crept into the bed, his mind still on his family. He laughed as he thought of his daughter playing war in the house and his pregnant wife being an unwilling participant. As his thoughts wandered, his eyes grew tired. Robert turned out the lantern next to his bed. Goodnight, he whispered. I love you. His thoughts were still on his family as his eyes grew heavy and closed, and the power of sleep took over.

It was morning. The light had yet to break the night, but Robert forced himself to roll out of bed and start the day. He showered in the bath house that was a few doors down and filled a bucket of water as he left. As he was heading back to change and pack his bag, he stopped at his brother’s door. I guess I should wake him, Robert thought to himself. He opened the door; he could hear Iscariot still sleeping. He crept inside his room to the edge of his brother’s bed and tossed the bucket of water onto it.

What the hell! Iscariot leaped from his slumber, but Robert had already left the room, laughing hysterically. Payback is coming Robert! Iscariot yelled, still in shock. As the moment was ending, he looked at himself and gave a chuckle. That bastard, he said with a smirk on his face; Robert could still hear him as he listened through the door.

The two were finally dressed and ready for the climb they had ahead of them. Robert wore clothes of simplicity and practicality. His shoes were flexible so as to grip the stone of the cliff they were set to climb. Iscariot, however, was in gear that was technologically advanced and sport-driven. His gloves had an odd protrusion that seemed counter to climbing, as did his boots. Nonetheless, he seemed eager for the challenge ahead. Apsal Seanan was waiting outside as the sun peaked over the horizon, giving a soft glow to the earth.

"Good morning, lads. I hope you both slept