"I dare you to take this ride by candle light!"
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There is a story to be told and so, I shall. It is not always a matter of chance that lets you see beyond a veil or one that pulls you through a veil allowing you to experience the other side. Imagine the complete opposite of your current reality. Light, dark. Good, bad. Faith,faithless.
This is a story of the struggles of the World consumed by the Devil's blight. One warrior's struggles to overcome these factors in the past,
present and future. She is the Keeper of the Tomes and in the 'present' she
overcomes the struggles of paranormal activity that has manifested in her home.
Transitions abound as the Apocalypse begins. This book introduces the young newly transitioned warrior squad whose faith is tested by their trek to get out of the City of Carnage. They are assigned their first mission by the Elders of Sanctuary. Your faith will be tested as are the Warriors of Light.
I dare you to take this ride by candle light!
Bk3 "See the Light".......glimmers on the horizon! O.G.
Open: O. G. Tomes
Journal search mission report 2014 AD
Location: A portal entrance to hell
On a scrap piece of paper, written by the Mother, I carried in my hand the charm to open the portal Hope on a mere piece of paper.
Ding, ding, ding said the bell,
Ring, ring, ring they said in hell,
Ting, ting, ting said the sword,
And all their heads fell.
As I will it, so shall it be.
I seal this portal for all eternity.
I approached the portal opening warily. I could feel the weight of the key in one hand, the charm in another. The evil emanating from the portal was defiling. I looked at the note in my hand and stepped only one step closer. I knew I had to open this portal but not to release the evil from the other side but to draw them close enough so that I may vanquish them. They had stolen what was truly mine and for this act they would pay. I had hopes of drawing the attention of the one who started the whole thing eons ago by defying our creator’s rules and boundaries.
I knew for sure that the journal was just inside because its beacon called to me. It was not just any journal but the one containing the portal keys’ locations. I took another step closer and began the charm provided by the Mother. Reaching into the air, with my hand open, I felt the bell form firmly in my grasp and I began with full focus and intent.
“Ding, ding, ding said the bell.”
I said this with clarity so as not to be misunderstood. This was answered with the echoing retort of,
“Ring, ring, ring they said in hell.”
Though distorted by the veil it was clear they had heard my summons. I readied my sword tapping it three times against the top of my shield positioned on my shoulder behind me while answering with,
“Ting, ting, ting said the sword.”
I prayed, for strength in this mission, as I watched the portal begin to open. Just past the entrance I could see the journal begin to glow. It acknowledged my presence for it belonged to me. I tethered myself to the base of a nearby tree with my cord, knotting it firmly and then I stepped into the underworld reaching for the journal as I entered. The smell of hell was overwhelming causing a shudder to run through my body. Fear? Yes, it was a debilitating fear that had me pausing from the shock.