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Caleb
Stepping out into the crisp dawn air, Caleb breathed deeply. It had been a long time since he'd come out to the praries and the openness of the air felt good. Most of the country had gone to forests and wilderness since the breaking of the seals all those years ago and the ability to see the horizon was a rare one.
He looked up to the sky. It was a beautiful pale blue, like an ocean hovering overhead. For Caleb it was refreshing to see the sky. Few things remained in existence that saw the day that the earth split open and the heavens fell.
All things serve another. Even they are bound...
The words of the seraphim rang in his head. Laughing, the angel told him the horrible truth of existence. His celestial body torn and mangled, whatever etherial substance that served for his blood puddled and cooling beneath him, the seraphim laughed at Caleb's pain.
Caleb sighed as his fellow adventurers followed him out into the soft glow of early morning. He could hear them behind him. Perhaps waiting for him, most likely struggling with their own demons as he struggled with his.
"We most likely go to our deaths," Caleb said.
There were the expected grunts of approval, the shows of bravado and fearlessness that usually accompanied such a bland statement of the obvious. What they didn't know was what death was, what it held for them. Caleb's world was shattered when this knowledge was spitefully thrust upon him. Part of him wanted to tell the others what he knew.
Still, he kept silent.
If he told them, it would be to wound them, just as the seraphim wounded him with that knowledge so long ago. Knowledge so terrible, it had the power to dismiss death just as the knowledge gained at the tree of life gave death to mankind.
He had lived so long. But as terrible as that was, he now knew that what awaited him in death was so much worse.
He'd stared at the sky for a very long time now. Most likely his comrades were waiting for him at this point. He wanted to say something...something that would better explain what he was feeling without telling what he knew.
"What are the clouds, but an excuse for the sky? What is life, but an escape from death?"
Behind him...silence. He hadn't told them, but he'd come as close as he was able. Without waiting any longer, the Shadowcaster turned his boots in the direction of the graveyard and began walking.
Stepping out into the crisp dawn air, Caleb breathed deeply. It had been a long time since he'd come out to the praries and the openness of the air felt good. Most of the country had gone to forests and wilderness since the breaking of the seals all those years ago and the ability to see the horizon was a rare one.
He looked up to the sky. It was a beautiful pale blue, like an ocean hovering overhead. For Caleb it was refreshing to see the sky. Few things remained in existence that saw the day that the earth split open and the heavens fell.
All things serve another. Even they are bound...
The words of the seraphim rang in his head. Laughing, the angel told him the horrible truth of existence. His celestial body torn and mangled, whatever etherial substance that served for his blood puddled and cooling beneath him, the seraphim laughed at Caleb's pain.
Caleb sighed as his fellow adventurers followed him out into the soft glow of early morning. He could hear them behind him. Perhaps waiting for him, most likely struggling with their own demons as he struggled with his.
"We most likely go to our deaths," Caleb said.
There were the expected grunts of approval, the shows of bravado and fearlessness that usually accompanied such a bland statement of the obvious. What they didn't know was what death was, what it held for them. Caleb's world was shattered when this knowledge was spitefully thrust upon him. Part of him wanted to tell the others what he knew.
Still, he kept silent.
If he told them, it would be to wound them, just as the seraphim wounded him with that knowledge so long ago. Knowledge so terrible, it had the power to dismiss death just as the knowledge gained at the tree of life gave death to mankind.
He had lived so long. But as terrible as that was, he now knew that what awaited him in death was so much worse.
He'd stared at the sky for a very long time now. Most likely his comrades were waiting for him at this point. He wanted to say something...something that would better explain what he was feeling without telling what he knew.
"What are the clouds, but an excuse for the sky? What is life, but an escape from death?"
Behind him...silence. He hadn't told them, but he'd come as close as he was able. Without waiting any longer, the Shadowcaster turned his boots in the direction of the graveyard and began walking.
