Chapter
11
TheGreatFlood
Thewarm sun touches my skin with its cool, yet warm, embrace…
Iplant my hands on my waist and stare across the ocean at the suncoming to a close in a marvelous masterpiece of a sunset. The oceanis on fire.
Thisearth, Eden, I’m accepting and falling more and more in love with.
“Ablessing we take for granted each and every day.”
Ihear Chris say.
Iglance at him and nod.
Nottoo far up the slope that leads to the resort Emilio comes in hissteady stride.
Chrisdoesn’t have his usual, unusual, attire on. A more relax version ofhimself stands before me. Short khakis, a blue short-sleevedturtleneck, and sandals. Emilio however remains in his longmysterious cloak.
“Begracious Wes, it’s not often the Council Minister takes the time tohave a conversation.”
Isnicker. “Yeah, especially to me, an infectious virus hangingaround the perfection that makes the hair in the back of my neckstand up.”
“Ehyou’ve got a good heart Wes. Strong, I can feel it. You’re a rarehuman. I’m sure your past was full of glorious triumph andsuccess.”
Ismirk. “Ah shucks, thanks. Your ass-kissing sure is flattering.”
Emiliopats Chris’s back. “Welcome my brothers. Now, let’s continueour conversation in the peace of this vista. Lets walk.”
Emiliomoves ahead, Chris follows, and I follow by Chris’s side.
“TheGreat Flood… a historical catalyst that ascertains not only anending, but a new beginning. The Great Flood…” he hesitates andtakes a breath, “Was caused by separation and corruption. Humanityblossomed as yours has since the Great Flood. Recreation, rebuild,and reengineering. You,” Emilio stops and faces me, his indexfinger presses against my chest. “The humans that were left behindwere a portrait to mirror us, neither a successor or predecessor, butsolely engineered to be slaves. How the survival of the humanoid racecommenced after our departure is still a mystery."
Emilioturns and continues.
“We’remerely a reflection to your kind? H-How?”
“Slaveryseems a bit too harsh don’t you think sir?” Chris says.?
“Thereisn’t any other way to classify them is there? Nothing masked thetruth as to what they were catered to do. The dirty work, to fightwars, to die, to be thrown in facilities and work strenuous hourswithout much food, water… and when they were soon to expire, theywere thrown in a fiery grave to burn. The Great Flood was theaftermath of the Time of Departure, and the purge of all itsiniquities and treacheries.”
“Sobefore your council there were divisions between groups?” I ask.
“Ina way yes.”
“Waitwhat?” Chris gasps. “Why didn’t I learn of this?”
“Becausesometimes not knowing is best. Accept the History that was brought toyou and leave the real truth to dwindle and decay away as mygeneration begins to die off… until all that’s left is nothingbut an echo of the reality that once was... and then the lie becomesthe reality.” Emilio says. He stops and faces me. “A reflectionbecause you we’re created in our image.”
Inthat split second a memory bubbles…
“Weare created in God’s image, him as our creator, him as our God, andour Savior…”
“Godwith the grains of dust crafted this perfect being, and as we die anddecay, our bodies go back to its original base, the sacred sands.”
“Wesley,Wesley.”
Ifeel a tap on my shoulder.
“Emilio.”I hesitate and glare into his eyes.
Hesmiles. “Yes.”
“Howdid your kind m-make humans?”
Emiliorubs his chin. “That’s a mystery you’ll have to unravel well onyour own.”
Iscratch my head. “So the Great Flood was a literal flood, anover-encumber of the oceans?” I point out to sea, “These oceanwaters gobbled up everything?”
Emilionods. “There was something that caused it. But we’ve discussedenough for the night. I’m beat. Perhaps I’ll induce you with morehistorical teachings before your journey Wes. We’ll see in whatmood I’m in.” He winks.
Isnicker. “Ok, that’s fine.” I glance over at Chris. “Should Ijust head to my quarters alone or am I going to be escorted?”
“Escorted.”Emilio says.
“Yeah,I have to tail you. The Hawaiian islands are opened again so I don’twant anyone trying to hurt you in any way before your trip.” Chrisadded.
“Uh...alright, well then, after you!”
Emiliooutstretches his hand and I meet his firm grasp.
“Pleasureis all mine Wesley, thank you.” Emilio says as he shakes my hand.
Ismile. “Thanks.”
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