Eons ago, about 66 generations B.C, Earth was invaded. For many years, since then, humans lived with ‘El Diablo’, the invader, without knowledge. Slowly, ‘El Diablo’ twisted human knowledge to his bidding, taking advantage of their weakness. The few he could not, those weak enough, he extinguished.Later, several millennia; Todo lo Sabe, Protector of all universe, was not happy; but, was with mercy. He; then, decided to save humanity. He sent a helper, One Truly-Chosen. In human-being, He, Truly-Chosen, aged among mortality. With a message from He, Protector of all universe, to humankind.Some did heed the missive; others, the vast majority, gave deaf ears. About a generation or more later, they rejected Truly-Chosen. ‘Malvado’; they called him, and eventually, saw he to the grave without need for cause. After, they thought to have won. Deeper and deeper, they dug themselves into perditions; misled by ignorance, imprudence and egotis

“I never wanted to quit the job son. Being a soldier can be challenging but I loved it. Though I spent most of the time missing you people, I loved being one saving people’s lives and protecting them. We were on a rescue mission in Zomala. All went well through the mission until we rescued the hostages. We took them all with us to the extraction point. As we were getting ready for the chopper to take us back home, something terrible happened. Amongst the hostages we had rescued was a villain. Suddenly, he unzipped his jacket, inside was a bomb, and took one of the civilians’ hostage. Tightly squeezed inside his hand was a trigger. At that point, the rest, including us soldiers, were scared to death. Shooting him was not an option behind the human shield. We got orders from our superiors to try talking him down. The situation was worse enough, and I could feel the man was not willing to change his mind. He was determined to kill everyone. Whatever oath he had taken in his cult was ver

His wife led as they walked down the stairs from the bedroom through the living room downstairs out of the house. After they reached outside, she walked him towards their miniature stowage. David was already scared to the stomach… soldier or no soldier. Even they that fear not people nor animals haveth fear for the unknown. He tortured himself with questions about the mystery ahead that would explain Jonas’ claims of being a psychic and or a herculean. Any normal human being would wish such contentions last words coming from the mouth of another, and with possibility of being true and the reality. He tried to hold his cool but, the thought of what was about to be revealed at the storage ridiculed the cool. In other words, he was not ready to accept the becoming reality. He found himself in Jessica’s shoes a while ago, mute and somewhat frozen. Just a few minutes later, they entered the storage. Jessica reached for some old shield-like metallic plate and pulled it as though she wanted

Back at Jonas’ home, his parents were still searching for the answers. Finally, his mother bumped into a book that she believed had the answers and, the directions for the path they wished to follow. She took it off the shelf and called David for them to have a look at it together. It was time to show him why their son’s talk of having powers would be true and why it all had to do with her grandmother, or in other words, their bloodline. “Honey, I think I just found the journal I was looking for. It’s time for me to answer all your questions now.” David stopped looking around and joined her to have a look at the journal, leaning closer to her. “It sure looks like giving us all the answers we need.” Wiping cobwebs and dust off his face, he asked. “Is this the proof that, indeed, my son is not mentally disturbed?” Turning her eyes up from the journal to his face, Jessica answered, “Yes, it is”. She opened the journal. The inside had nothing extraordinary except for the fact that, i

Finally, Jonas got home. He parked his bike in the garage and entered the house. His parents’ vehicles in the garage; he knew they were still at home. In slow and soft steps, he sneaked; he did not want them to hear him. Too bad, he thought he would sneak. Eagerly, they awaited for his return. In the living room, he bumped into them; just seated waiting for his arrival. Why they were waiting for him in that manner; he could not hitherto apprehend. His parents however, upon his entry into the house, were mollified. From the look on their faces, Jonas knew that whatever they had for him was definitely new to him. He just wished it were not a continuation of his father’s lectures about seeing the doctor. His father, still making up for past, broke the absurd silence. He took short strides towards him, “Son, it’s good to see you back. I am sorry about earlier. It was wrong to talk to you the way I did. I should have listened to you,” with his right hand, he reached for Jonas’ shoulder.