the giant’s children, now imposing men with phenomenal magical abilities. They used the elements to try and drive back their nephilim fathers. Huge chunks of wall were thrown by their kinetic powers. Lightning bolts struck continually from the churning black clouds far above that they had summoned with their minds. But whenever one giant was killed another picked up its weapon and continued where the last had left off. Dead human bodies littered the ground like fallen leaves. The giant’s tattered remains looked like mountains of flesh.
Suddenly the image changed.
A vast battlefield with hundreds of thousands of humans rallied against each other. Two sides both made up by mere men. The magi and giants standing at a distance to witness the outcome. Here and there magi would be destroying large gatherings by forces they had manipulated. A giant over thirty feet tall would raise a vast club, made from the whole trunk of a towering tree, that had hammered strips of metal wrapped around it, and bring it down upon forty men at once. Slaves held creatures on long metal leashes, prodding them forward with sharp spears. The white thin twisted naked bodies of the blood drinkers would rush forward on all fours killing any enemy within reach, and sometimes their handlers, if they got the chance.
I stood between rushing armies with the wind blowing my hair, seeing the carnage unfold around me. The clouds above dark and angry churning and boiling with magical manipulation, with lightening bolts furrowing the ground, the wind battering from all sides. Humans exhausted and covered in blood, fighting hand to hand, to the death. Screaming and battle cries all around. Weapons clashing together. The look of confusion and fear on their human faces. They couldn’t understand why they were being rallied against each other. Killing their own kind for the benefit of their unnatural, cruel, supernatural rulers.
An arrow whizzed past nicking my forearm, a sudden flash of pain and I was once again sat beside my fire. The old lady’s face all twisted in her Cheshire cat grin.
I grasped my arm, blood trickled between my fingers. Nothing serious, just a nick. How? As they say in the movie The Matrix, did my mind make it real?
She continued talking.
“Great tracks of land were now uninhabitable because of the magic the sorcerers had unleashed. That was until He decided enough was enough.” She stopped her knitting, the clicking of needles momentarily halted. She looked me in the eye, which was unnerving.
“So much death and anger boiling around in what was meant to be a perfect world. Violence was so prolific that upon the whole world He could only find one man and his family who were worth saving.” She lowered her glassy gaze and continued knitting.
“Only Noah, his wife and his children and their wives, survived the flood. Inside a huge vessel they had built. It took them one hundred and twenty years to build it. As I said mankind was closer to perfection and lived much longer lives back then.
“We knew it was going to happen, but deep down didn’t want to believe it. Would He wipe away almost everything He had created? The answer was sadly yes. But then again, little of what He purposed was actually taking place, only wars and death coupled with hatred and violence now filled His once peaceful world.
“We all looked on as the skies opened and it started to rain.” She coughed.
“Rain!
“See there was no such thing as rain back then. The whole sky was covered in a blanket of water. The whole world covered. The mist in the morning watered all that needed it. No water fell from the heavens, it was unheard of. Madness they called it when Noah told them it would happen.
“The canopy of water emptied upon the world. Wiping everything that wasn’t inside the Ark clean away. Of course the world was mostly flat then. He had to shift continents, raise mountains and create vast oceans and lakes to
Suddenly the image changed.
A vast battlefield with hundreds of thousands of humans rallied against each other. Two sides both made up by mere men. The magi and giants standing at a distance to witness the outcome. Here and there magi would be destroying large gatherings by forces they had manipulated. A giant over thirty feet tall would raise a vast club, made from the whole trunk of a towering tree, that had hammered strips of metal wrapped around it, and bring it down upon forty men at once. Slaves held creatures on long metal leashes, prodding them forward with sharp spears. The white thin twisted naked bodies of the blood drinkers would rush forward on all fours killing any enemy within reach, and sometimes their handlers, if they got the chance.
I stood between rushing armies with the wind blowing my hair, seeing the carnage unfold around me. The clouds above dark and angry churning and boiling with magical manipulation, with lightening bolts furrowing the ground, the wind battering from all sides. Humans exhausted and covered in blood, fighting hand to hand, to the death. Screaming and battle cries all around. Weapons clashing together. The look of confusion and fear on their human faces. They couldn’t understand why they were being rallied against each other. Killing their own kind for the benefit of their unnatural, cruel, supernatural rulers.
An arrow whizzed past nicking my forearm, a sudden flash of pain and I was once again sat beside my fire. The old lady’s face all twisted in her Cheshire cat grin.
I grasped my arm, blood trickled between my fingers. Nothing serious, just a nick. How? As they say in the movie The Matrix, did my mind make it real?
She continued talking.
“Great tracks of land were now uninhabitable because of the magic the sorcerers had unleashed. That was until He decided enough was enough.” She stopped her knitting, the clicking of needles momentarily halted. She looked me in the eye, which was unnerving.
“So much death and anger boiling around in what was meant to be a perfect world. Violence was so prolific that upon the whole world He could only find one man and his family who were worth saving.” She lowered her glassy gaze and continued knitting.
“Only Noah, his wife and his children and their wives, survived the flood. Inside a huge vessel they had built. It took them one hundred and twenty years to build it. As I said mankind was closer to perfection and lived much longer lives back then.
“We knew it was going to happen, but deep down didn’t want to believe it. Would He wipe away almost everything He had created? The answer was sadly yes. But then again, little of what He purposed was actually taking place, only wars and death coupled with hatred and violence now filled His once peaceful world.
“We all looked on as the skies opened and it started to rain.” She coughed.
“Rain!
“See there was no such thing as rain back then. The whole sky was covered in a blanket of water. The whole world covered. The mist in the morning watered all that needed it. No water fell from the heavens, it was unheard of. Madness they called it when Noah told them it would happen.
“The canopy of water emptied upon the world. Wiping everything that wasn’t inside the Ark clean away. Of course the world was mostly flat then. He had to shift continents, raise mountains and create vast oceans and lakes to
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