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A Time to Reflect

The waves are peaceful. Much more than the chaos I have left behind me. Since this was my first time traveling outside of that city it was a lot to take in. I had read of many adventures throughout the books I have read and memorized in that library. 

The rest of the assassins readied the small ship that will carry us across the sea to another land. The sounds of the deep blue water clapping together caused another vision of him to come to mind.

The two of us were older. We lay on the golden beach listening to the waves crash as if we were the only two alive. Our fingers were interwoven with the other. The constant golden cobra was slithering against the other palm. Its smooth scales felt so welcoming.

Just as Alía told me, my power is growing since I murdered, no assassinated those people. Under Regina Indía’s tutelage, I will finally be able to take control of these visions.

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Prophecy of Fire I


This work of fiction is based some time in the future of America. It is a chaotic universe that will become apocalyptic. There is no ill-will towards religion or government. It emphasizes “extreme” religion and not the faith in general.

Calm before the Storm

            Humanity is in chaos. Religion against religion and country against country. This world is dying with its people. How did we survive this long? The race of man has become addicted to money and greed behind the disguise of leadership. This has been the way for centuries, so why has this world come to such a climax?

            After another long day of working, I sat down dramatically on my cheap sofa bed. Even if this was a very cheap studio, I was free to live the way I wish. There are no parents telling me what to believe in anymore. It’s just me and my fluffy white cat Rose. Her purrs always calm me from the chaotic world outside. The once thriving and safe streets have gone to a nightly chaos. In retaliation, the government has decided to declare martial law in all the major cities including this one.

            Those of us able to work normal jobs such as mine are escorted from our home and back. It always makes me nervous every time I’m walking with the local soldiers. They are meant to keep me safe, but I cannot help but worry about their finding out my personal beliefs. The current President is an extremist Christian and has made Christianity our official religion. Since I am no longer in that faith I wonder if other religions will become illegal one day. It may sound impossible, but my gut feelings have always been correct.

Shaking these thoughts away I lay back petting Rose’s soft fur. “One day Rose,” I told her. “One day we will be able to leave this city and live in peace. I know it.” I nodded off laying my head on one of the fuzzy throw pillows.

I was staring in shock at the bright light in the distance. It began as a mushroom cloud and quickly spread throughout the city destroying everything and everyone in its path. I thought that I was dead when it came towards and through me. The extreme burning sensation was almost unbearable. My breathing was heavy and I felt my human body melt off of my muscles and bones.

I wasn’t dead. I had become something much more than human. I am alive.

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A Brother’s Lament: The Hanging


This story along with the others in this small series of stories is purely fiction. It is not meant to go against anyone’s belief in the Gospel. This is my own personal belief in the form of fiction and the “supernatural” parts are more -so true to life than they are in the Bible. It is another telling of what happened in the view of the so-called “villain.” My personal belief is inspired by the lost gospels of Judas, Barnabas, Mary Madeleine, and the belief that Jesus was a prophet and not the son of the Hebrew/Christian God.

The Story

I hated this. Why could it not be me that had to suffer? Or was it me who suffered the most? I went to the high priests and yelled at them to try and reconsider hurting him. All they did was laugh in my face. As if Peter or anyone else would understand. I would not be surprised if James had been dragged into his little fold. I sat on the edge and cried hearing them beat him and make him sound like a criminal. All we wanted was peace. Peace among our people and theirs. What if I…

“Betrayer!” I heard Peter’s voice from behind me. This scene felt all too familiar. It… was that nightmare I had. The one before we came into Jerusalem. The angry fisherman stood there as I turned to him. He had a noose in his hand along with my wife, Prima, being held by another Apostle. I had begged her not to come with us after that nightmare but, as she always did, she refused. Anger began to build in my gut.

“Let her go, Peter,” I said angrily.

“No,” the drunk spat. “You will pay for what you did to Yeshua.”

“I only did what he asked me to do!” I yelled. “What about you? Have you forsaken his name yet? You should be the one called betrayer.”

He glared at me and ordered the others to grab me. They beat me in tune with the beating my precious brother was getting from the guards. I saw James look from Peter to me not knowing what to do. “James, run. Run to mother,” I ordered weakly. Thankfully, I saw him run as I asked him to do. I could not let him see both of his elder brothers beaten like this. 

“Judas!” I heard Prima yell. “Please! Stop this! Let him go!”

“Let him go?” Peter seethed. “Why should I let someone who betrayed Yeshua go? He is the one who brought the guards. He is the one who kissed him as a mark of death.”

“He did what he had to. Please, just…” 

“Quiet Prima,” I said hoarsely after spitting out some blood. “Peter, do what you want with me, but let her go,”

“I do not think so. You will not get a swift death. I will make you suffer. Starting with her,” The other apostles grabbed me and tore my clothes off of my body. I was beginning to mimic what they had forced Yeshua into. Only rags to cover my bloodied and beaten body. Since the two of us had always looked similar one could not tell us part. 

They took us to a sturdy tree and threw the satchel of silver that I had obtained onto the ground. They forced me to kneel while looking up.

“First, I will make everyone believe that you were the coward everyone says you are. At the same time, I will make you watch.” 

If I had thought Peter was insane and evil before, I was wrong. He had no soul for a man who was trying to win over my brother. He forced a rag in my mouth stopping me from any kind of speech. It was still night time but I could see by the stars and the full moon what they were doing. They dressed my beloved wife in my clothes and strung her by the neck as if she were a doll that belonged to one of our daughters. When it was set they dropped her from a higher branch and her neck snapped like a fragile twig. I tried and tried to yell but nothing but muffle came from my voice. All I could do was cry. I was losing everyone I loved in one night. I felt a dark part of me awaken. Something sinister telling me I needed to get revenge. That I was strong enough to break from this hold and make them all pay.  

“You all should be ashamed of yourselves!” A stern feminine voice came from the side breaking me out of this fit of rage. I turned to see my stepmother Mary, my sister-in-law Mary Magdalen, and James looking horrified at the now corpse of my beloved wife, Prima. The voice came from my mother. She walked up and slapped Peter.

“Do you believe that my son would want you to do this? Do you even believe in him?” She asked. My brothers’ mother could be scary when she wanted to be. Imagine how it was raising us. 

Peter shook in my mother’s grasp. “N…no… I do not know him. I was simply teaching his follower a lesson.”

James and my heads looked up at this. You will deny that you know me three times before the rooster rows. Perhaps I was not the only one who had prophetic powers.

“Peter,” my sister-in-law said angrily. “After all that my husband had done for you, you would deny him?”

“I… do not know what you are talking about, woman.”

Two. I looked over the horizon where the light was beginning to peek. Soon a rooster would crow. This time, James went up to him. He was there when our brother said Peter would deny him. Neither of us believed it would be like this. 

“Peter, you do not know Yeshua like we do. Do you truly believe Judas would do what he did if Yeshua did not know as well? How can you even call yourself an Apostle? Do you know Judas and my brother at all?” He was angry like I was. He knew that if I could not get to him, he would.

“N…no, I do not know him.” He said this defeat and the rest of the apostles stood astonished. Both Marys came to my aid as I fell into their arms. A rooster called in the city below. All who were there at the supper stared at Peter. He cried as the two women and James led me down the hill. I was shaking with tears. So much loss. My wife, my brother… My brother. I stopped the women before they took me to where they were staying. 

“Wait, there is something I must do.”

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A Brother’s Lament: The Last Supper


This story along with the others in this small series of stories is purely fiction. It is not meant to go against anyone’s belief in the Gospel. This is my own personal belief in the form of fiction and the “supernatural” parts are more -so true to life than they are in the Bible. It is another telling of what happened in the view of the so-called “villain.” My personal belief is inspired by the lost gospels of Judas, Barnabas, Mary Madeleine, and the belief that Jesus was a prophet and not the son of the Hebrew/Christian God.

The Story

I felt ill. Sick to my stomach. Why did my brother insist that we go through this farce of a supper? He was the one who asked me to fulfill this ill-fated prophecy instead of running out of Jerusalem like I had suggested. He insisted that my betrayal would be the only way he would not be killed on the spot. What if taking the silver pieces is what brings the horrific fate that I saw? I did remember the fisherman claiming I was a betrayer. That, in itself, is what makes me think that the future I saw coming true is what is truly to come? What was the point in seeing the future when you cannot change it? 

I was quiet while the rest of the Apostles drank their fill of wine. My brother loved the trick he used at the wedding three years ago so much that he used it more than once. It was a simple transformation spell, but it saved our group so much money on wine. He was always the one who was gifted with the natural magic of this world. I was only gifted in prophesying the future. 

“Judas, what is wrong?” James asked. He had always been the youngest of the group and the younger brother of Yeshua and myself. We never told any of the others that any of us were true or even half siblings because we wanted us to be more evened out. 

“Nothing, enjoy the meal,” I said with a sad smile. I made a pact to protect both of my little brothers. John was no different. He did not even know about the horrible visions that plagued my dreams.

“How can I enjoy it when I can tell something is wrong with both of my elder brothers?” he asked in a more hushed tone. The boy was always gifted with knowing what others were feeling. 

I just gave him a smile while Yesh gathered everyone together. So, this is how you spark everything Yesh? Yeshua went in explaining a strange analogy about the wine representing his blood and the bread representing his body. As always, my brother was all for the theatrics. He glanced at me with sad eyes. “…and now, the one who dips his bread after mine will betray me.”

I felt as if I was going to empty the little food I ingested. Did he have to bring about that I would “betray” him? Was this his way of making sure the prophecy happened the way that I saw? He dipped his bread into my favorite dip to make things even worse for me. I sighed following suit. 

The room gasped and I felt Peter grab me from behind and slam me against the wall.

“How dare you?” He glared, he looked like he was about to swing his strong arm into my gut before my brother stopped him.

“He is not the only one guilty before the night is done. You will deny that you know me three times before the rooster rows. Do not make this last night that we have together filled with violence. Let him go, Peter.” The entire room shivered at how calm my brother could sound even faced with danger. I knelt down with shaking hands and held my brother’s. 

“Please Yeshy… do not make me do this…” I pleaded. I could feel tears wanting to poke its way out of my eyes. I just wanted to take him and run.

“Go,” he said softly with his eyes not meeting my own. “Please do what needs to be done.”

A few hours passed and I did what was needed to get done. The soldiers in tow, we made our way into the garden of Gethsemane. I told them that the man I would kiss on the cheek was the man they wanted. The idiots put in charge of my brother had fallen asleep. John, Peter, and even my baby brother James was resting while my brother sat there calmly with his eyes closed. I frowned and hugged him. “Please do not make me do this brother,” I whispered. When I heard him say nothing I knew I had to act. Otherwise, the soldiers would attack us all. I kissed his cheek softly. 

“Judas,” he asked calmly, fighting back tears I knew were coming. “Must… you betray me with a kiss?”

I held onto him in tears before the guards forced me off of him. While all this was happening, I could see Peter wake up and in a rage grabbed a sword from one of the guard’s ear off before trying to approach me with the blade. 

“Put the sword down Peter,” Yeshua said sternly. He raised his hand to heal the ear before they took him away. Before Peter could rage at me when he was gone, I ran after them. Now that his task was done it was time for me to find a way to save him. I would not let my little brother I had sworn to protect die like this.

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Nionia: Creating a New World

Many, many years ago, long before the dinosaurs on “Earth,” there was a god named Shiconen who founded our Universe. He was a peaceful deity, at first anyway. He was from another plane of existence where all the gods and goddesses across many pantheons lived and ruled over their respective civilizations together. He was the weakest of all the creators. This fact is why he decided to take this Universe for his own. 


Among the nine (yes nine) planets, he chose the largest of them all to place the first civilization. Within the gassy outer layers, he formed a solid planet. It was lush with trees, water, and wildlife. It was peaceful save for the carnivorous animals who preyed on the weaker kinds. He wasn’t satisfied with this. He wanted more intelligent creatures that he could rule over.  He named it Nionia.

This is how the Akuney came into being. They were animals, yet they were able to communicate with each other through telepathic means. They created the language of Nionian which was a language of truths. No creature who spoke this language could tell a lie. It was not in the language to be deceitful or crude. Creatures such as dragons, unicorns, phoenixes, and many others were able to live in their respectful herds or other groups. They watched over the “normal” creatures and held responsibility over them. 


Shiconen was still not satisfied. The ability to create worlds made him crave control. He saw others create civilizations of humanoid beings in other universes and he wanted to be part of that. He wanted to do this in a special way. A way to make Nionia very different from other worlds.

He chose his favorite creation, the unicorns, and gave them the power to create a pure race which he named the elves. Nionian was forced into their being. They formed a small Kingdom within the vast and magical forest which was named Lyonoko after the first Elven King.Their homes were crafted out of the earth and trees. They only consumed what was natural which was plants and water. If they were to eat or drink from an animal in any form they would become extremely sickened. The Elves would become what is later called part of the Calney, or humanoid beings with the ability to use magic and change shape at will.


Next, Shiconen chose dragons. They, too, were given a task to create a race. The race of man. They bore no magic and were forced to serve the Elves. Even though men resented their servitude to the Elves, they were loyal and never thought to rebel. They formed another language that would allow them to lie and curse as much as they wanted and it was known as the “common” language. A language that even the civilizations on Earth would eventually adopt as an unofficial universal language. 

The Twins

Only two were the exception to this rule. Malieko and his twin sister, Terianako, were given a special task from Shiconen. He placed the two in a secluded cave high above the small village of men. A dragon was given to each which represented their lifespan and magic. These were the first and only sorcerers of Nionia. They were to never leave the cave and only assist when they were needed.

Shiconen gave Nionians strict rules. No mixing blood with other races, the Elves were to rule over all, and absolutely no murder was to be permitted. As with every civilization simple rules such as these were bound to be broken. Only time would tell.