Rachel Wright, a widow living among the Elect in the Kingdom of the Divine Word, begins to question the world she is immersed in. Make the harrowing journey through the dystopian nightmare at her side.
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Rachel’s face curled up into an expression of horrified disbelief. “No! No! This is what they did to everyone in the Kingdom! You are supposed to be fighting that, not slowly becoming that!”
“Rachel, think!” he insisted, tightening his hold on her shoulders. “Unless we take drastic measures we will never overcome them. Why should they be the sole spokesmen for God?”
Paul removed Anaxagoras’ hand from her right shoulder. “I suggest you move the other hand.”
He did so, but continued speaking. “You’re a symbol to them, Rachel. We have a destiny together. We can do this, but I need your help. We have smaller outposts, with rebels preparing for the war. But you
could be the catalyst! And when we have control, we will change everything for the better. And if they won’t see we will make them see.”
Rachel moved away from Anaxagoras and stood with Temperance and Paul. She told him, “I don’t want to be a catalyst for warfare. Nor do I want to be an image, an idol, to kill or die for. I merely want what all human beings want: to be accepted by my loved ones for who I truly am, and lead my life in peace, love and freedom; unafraid.”
“Ha!” Anaxagoras exclaimed. “Your people have been fought over, fought with,
claimed, superceded, idolized, demonized, loved, hated, feared, envied, and made a central image in Western history for thousands of years. You’re more an idea to control or claim than a real group of human beings to most people’s way of thinking.”
Rachel was once more confused. “I don’t understand. My people?”
Shouting and gunfire erupted in the main room some distance away. Shocked, Anaxagoras ran off to see what was happening, leaving the trio alone in the room. Rachel put her arms around Temperance.
“I’m sorry, Temperance.” Paul said. “The cabin, that experience of being together in freedom, as a family, that was our true destination. That was the Promised Land. You were right. I was wrong. We should have stayed there, no matter the consequences."
In the distance, there was rampant gunfire, screams of agony and death, and the smell of blood. Temperance was trembling. “We’re going to die.”
“Oh, no,” Paul insisted. “We’ll live. We’ll survive.” He faced Rachel and gazed meaningfully into her eyes. “As long as we’re alive, there’s hope.”
The gunfire slowed down and the screams were reduced to moans of the dying
and injured. Rachel realized the occasional gunshot was fired in order to end those moans where they were found. Footsteps approached...