Heaven and Earth would be destroyed. Yet there is a way to stop him. You must find Enoch, but you need not warn him of the threat. He knows of it all too well and is counting on your help to save the cosmos.”
Elam pointed at himself. “ I’m supposed to save the cosmos?”
“Not alone. You will simply be one of the tools God will use, like a commander leading the troops into battle. Enoch is mustering soldiers from Earth and from another dimension that you have never heard of.” Merlin tapped his finger on Elam’s head. “I believe you know the soldiers from Earth, a young man and woman named Walter and Ashley.”
Elam nodded. “I know about them. I was called Markus back when they helped Billy and Bonnie survive the Circles of Seven, but I never had a chance to meet them.”
“Their role is crucial,” Merlin continued, “yet they have no idea that Mardon is trying to build a tower to pull Heaven down to Earth. It will be up to Sapphira and Enoch to guide their steps. If they fail to do their part, all will be lost.”
“What about this other realm?” Elam asked. “How am I supposed to lead soldiers from there?”
“Only one man from there is involved, but you are not responsible for calling him to your aid, though you know him quite well.” Merlin paused for a moment, his stare riveting Elam in place. Finally, the old prophet sighed. “Aren’t you going to ask me who he is?”
Elam shook his head. “If you wanted me to know, you’d tell me.”
Merlin chuckled and patted Elam on the back. “You haven’t changed much, have you?” Pulling away slightly, Merlin kept his voice low. “Enoch sang a prophecy for me. I have not discerned whether or not it relates to the potential calamity at hand, but maybe it will give you wisdom.”
Angling his head upward, he crooned in a soft, melodic tone.
The tree that bears the ark of God
Has flown to Heaven’s narrow gate
To purge the serpent’s fatal bite,
The fruit of Morgan’s wicked hate.
A host of martyrs bends the knee
>Behind the altar’s sacred door,
Awaiting Elam, son of Shem,
To lead a march to holy war.
A path of light will lead the way,
A path the tree will soon ignite,
A path of sorrows, pain, and death,
A path to guide the mourning knight.
But still there lurks a dangerous foe
Who seeks to drink of Elam’s life,
To take the fruit that burns within,
The flame that melts a subtle knife.
The journey takes him to a land
Of children once forsaken here
To battle altered tribes of war,
Deceivers masked to virgin ears.
And once that land is cleansed anew,
The tree must bring the ark to Earth.
Sapphira begs for borrowed bones,
The only way to bring new birth.
Sapphira bends, but will she break?
Depends on Elam’s safe return.
For if he fails to bring the ark,
Her life is chaff and soon will burn.
When the last note faded, Merlin folded his hands and watched the rain through the portal window. “After the song, Enoch left to join Acacia and Paili at the altar, but I could not follow, for I still have important business to take care of inside the Great Key.”
“You mean creating the covenant veil for the dragons?” Elam asked.
“Yes. And then I will go to Heaven with my wife and never return to the Earth.” Merlin clasped Elam’s shoulder. “When you find Enoch, Acacia, and Paili, they will divulge the rest of the plan to stop Mardon and his schemes. I suspect, however, that there is much more going on than meets the eye. Mardon is, as were Devin and Morgan, a mere pawn in the devil’s ultimate plot, so watch for something more sinister behind what you can see with your eyes.”
“So you don’t know what the rest of the poem means, that stuff about someone wanting to drink my life, bringing the ark, and marching to war?”
“I have ideas, but uninformed speculation is wasted effort. You will have to ask Enoch.”
Elam shook his head. “Please pardon my frankness, Master Merlin, but sometimes I don’t
Elam pointed at himself. “ I’m supposed to save the cosmos?”
“Not alone. You will simply be one of the tools God will use, like a commander leading the troops into battle. Enoch is mustering soldiers from Earth and from another dimension that you have never heard of.” Merlin tapped his finger on Elam’s head. “I believe you know the soldiers from Earth, a young man and woman named Walter and Ashley.”
Elam nodded. “I know about them. I was called Markus back when they helped Billy and Bonnie survive the Circles of Seven, but I never had a chance to meet them.”
“Their role is crucial,” Merlin continued, “yet they have no idea that Mardon is trying to build a tower to pull Heaven down to Earth. It will be up to Sapphira and Enoch to guide their steps. If they fail to do their part, all will be lost.”
“What about this other realm?” Elam asked. “How am I supposed to lead soldiers from there?”
“Only one man from there is involved, but you are not responsible for calling him to your aid, though you know him quite well.” Merlin paused for a moment, his stare riveting Elam in place. Finally, the old prophet sighed. “Aren’t you going to ask me who he is?”
Elam shook his head. “If you wanted me to know, you’d tell me.”
Merlin chuckled and patted Elam on the back. “You haven’t changed much, have you?” Pulling away slightly, Merlin kept his voice low. “Enoch sang a prophecy for me. I have not discerned whether or not it relates to the potential calamity at hand, but maybe it will give you wisdom.”
Angling his head upward, he crooned in a soft, melodic tone.
The tree that bears the ark of God
Has flown to Heaven’s narrow gate
To purge the serpent’s fatal bite,
The fruit of Morgan’s wicked hate.
A host of martyrs bends the knee
>Behind the altar’s sacred door,
Awaiting Elam, son of Shem,
To lead a march to holy war.
A path of light will lead the way,
A path the tree will soon ignite,
A path of sorrows, pain, and death,
A path to guide the mourning knight.
But still there lurks a dangerous foe
Who seeks to drink of Elam’s life,
To take the fruit that burns within,
The flame that melts a subtle knife.
The journey takes him to a land
Of children once forsaken here
To battle altered tribes of war,
Deceivers masked to virgin ears.
And once that land is cleansed anew,
The tree must bring the ark to Earth.
Sapphira begs for borrowed bones,
The only way to bring new birth.
Sapphira bends, but will she break?
Depends on Elam’s safe return.
For if he fails to bring the ark,
Her life is chaff and soon will burn.
When the last note faded, Merlin folded his hands and watched the rain through the portal window. “After the song, Enoch left to join Acacia and Paili at the altar, but I could not follow, for I still have important business to take care of inside the Great Key.”
“You mean creating the covenant veil for the dragons?” Elam asked.
“Yes. And then I will go to Heaven with my wife and never return to the Earth.” Merlin clasped Elam’s shoulder. “When you find Enoch, Acacia, and Paili, they will divulge the rest of the plan to stop Mardon and his schemes. I suspect, however, that there is much more going on than meets the eye. Mardon is, as were Devin and Morgan, a mere pawn in the devil’s ultimate plot, so watch for something more sinister behind what you can see with your eyes.”
“So you don’t know what the rest of the poem means, that stuff about someone wanting to drink my life, bringing the ark, and marching to war?”
“I have ideas, but uninformed speculation is wasted effort. You will have to ask Enoch.”
Elam shook his head. “Please pardon my frankness, Master Merlin, but sometimes I don’t
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