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GAZING UP, GEIKI CANNOT even believe that his eyes are seeing the moon on its full lunar stage. Knowing the moon moves away an approximated distance of one inch a year, he was surprised to see the heavenly body appears so near. It is like one outstretched of hand away as if will fall down on earth anytime soon, not imagining the violent collision. Other than that, it appears to glow in blue haze. Not possible, he thought. But what else is possible here? He seems to be floating as light as a feather a hundred feet above the sea that is turning violent each second, giving the feeling that a maelstrom will be born any moment. At his front was a man who behind the poor aid of the light from the moon, he recognizes as someone he knows but felt a stranger at the same time. He got long hair strands reaching way below the shoulders in unknown color, but shines like silver threads and dances with the continuous whip of wind turning as wild as the seas below. The way the hair moves with the current of wind makes him be reminded of some character that has snakes for hair strands but name slipped his mind. Geiki can never go into details, but he recognizes armors wrapping the man and his face is also a blur even just in a short distance. A pair of wings helps the man to stay stationery amid the air, those like which belong to a dragon or a bat and they are whipping smoothly against the air. He was in this situation before, he knows. There be must something different about him too, like this man at his very front, yet still cannot recall what. But there it was, a pair of sword clasped in both of his hands. One is a simple broadsword, the other a more stylistic one, yet the details seem to miss his eyes, or he simply does not care. An ironclad, or whatever metals these armors were wrought from, wraps him to resemble an ancient knight. He shook his head, blinked a few times to make sure he is not dreaming. But he was still there, floating, but how? Evaluating himself, he found a set of wings, same as that man before him. My God, he exclaimed in his mind. He may had believed he is a bird if only he did not know he have those hands on a dead grip at the hilts of those blades. Then, the moon took its paces, positioning itself amid the sky. Geiki gazed up, knowing deep within him something not good is about to happen, but what? The question faded as a sound was dubbed in the winds, a chime carried by the current that Geiki did not like for an unknown reason. They are melodies that emanated from distant churches that are ringing bells for the midnight. There is something that both of them waited, and that something is about to shake the world. "Finally," the man at his front uttered a low base type of voice as if coming from a godly apparition and is booming like a roll of thunder. "Thirteenth of the blue. The power that protected you for twenty one years and thirteen days is now gone. Feel the power of evil, Arkinobar." Geiki felt something different in his body. At first, it seemed that a single needle prick occurred deep within his heart. Then that prick evolved into what seem to be a sting. One, two, five, then as if a thin paper his heart seems to be crumpling, and is erupting a pain he cannot describe with the use of a Webster dictionary. The pain in his heart grew; feeling like it is attacked by a mashing sledgehammer until he felt like there were thousand base drums being played by a marching army in his ears. His heart was in great pain and he felt he is about to go into an arrest. Wanting it to go away, yet cannot do anything but breathe deeply in long inhales and agonizing exhales. Then the pain ebbed, but there was never a relief. His heart just rested a second then it felt like a violently erupting volcano sending tremors deep within his flesh. There was a trembling rush of hot blood invading his soul and could be compared into being bathe by a flowing lava, scorching him passed the bones and incinerating him down to his bone marrows. His face feels like being torn inside out, while his head felt heavier as a pair of horns that may have once belong to a goat rose from deep within his forehead, incepting a pair of unwanted thorns pointing to the moon up above. What is happening? He could only wonder. What is this psycho talking about? "Join me, brother! The Grand and Great Apocalypse are meant to fight together, not against one another." "Sunbloss!" A high angelic voice of someone boomed from somewhere. Geiki was surprised he found the voice familiar but cannot connect it to any image as his mind was sent like a working database, scanning all those he knew. "Now." Geiki looked around, and right there, far from them, behind the other man's back, someone is standing on the Eiffel Tower. This other one is too far, but it seems Geiki can zoom his vision as if a pair of binoculars. He too got long silver hair that is riding on the wind current and was fashioned in somewhat loose tunics. On his back, stretching sideways, is a pair of wings that are frozen as if solid concrete. Other details were either hidden by the dark or cannot be recognized in such distance. And out of nowhere, a magical bubble rose in the air. The sphere appears to be glowing in rainbow colors, transparent and translucent at the same time. Inside, a female figure is casting a silhouette against the glowing lights. The long hair that may be reaching way below shoulder level, the hands, and the legs are all being drawn down by gravity, while an invisible thread seems to be pulling her up from the chest. All other details were hidden, as the individual appears like a shadow against the light that is bursting from within the magical sphere. But somewhat, Geiki feels he knew her, not only that, somehow he can tell a different bond. The bubble, or whatever that sphere was, popped and was nowhere to be found. A moment it was there, the next it was gone. The figure is not moving, still on her former position. And Geiki could never shake the thought that whoever that is, appears to be a rag doll hanging by a thread pierced from the back through the chest. He could study who she is, but as he focus his vision upon the figure, he finds it harder to recognize the person, impossibly seeing afar yet somehow blind in a way. Or person it was not, as wings unfolded, which is similar to the doves, only a bigger pair. Then white bright lights wrapped the body and in an instant it was gone, leaving shiny silver armors on its wake. Then the wings flapped as the woman seemed to stand amid air. Upon focusing at her face, his vision came on glass eye shield, a part of the metal helm. He will never recognize who it is. "We free the full powers of the Holy Cross!" The female angel spoke in a high angelic voice which for Geiki is somehow familiar. Her voice tore the skies, as out of nowhere a bow and an arrow materialized on her hands, aimed directly up above the sky. Then as the arrow freed from her grasp, it traversed tactful on a straight path, on its wake was a bright white glow that seemed to erect a long post, the light remaining long even after the arrow was gone. Who knows how much part of the world is being lit by that extraordinary line of light. Geiki could only imagine it is lighting a third of the dark part of the world. Geiki's eyes, as if caught by magnet turned to the Eiffel Tower, now realizing that whoever is up there holds a spear on his left hand. The man, woman, or whatever gender it was, threw the weapon up in the air and caught the end butt before it flew towards the light, the former frozen wings flapping out loud like a series of a loud claps, and as if a huge pencil, he drew a line with the spear crossing the light from the arrow. It was like two artists contributing for the inception of a single art, as another bright line crossed the upper one-third of the former, forming a gigantic figure of a bright cross. The cross gave up what seemed to be a pulse lighting half of the world in an instant then it was gone, may have exploded in a thundering blast that was never heard by anyone. But on Geiki's left hand, the broadsword which he forgot was in his grasp, glowed in such brightness that may have turned him blind. Not again, he thought. As an undefined pain seem to start scorching his body, like he was bathe in some kind of an acid again. The traveling pain seems to move in circles in his veins in a speed faster than light. His muscles seem to explode from within, while he feels deep his bones that something seems to be grinding and crashing it at the same time. No, he thought. As the different pain that may have occurred more than twice this night consumed him, he drew his body back. Back and he seemed to hit a wall, only a soft one. There is something in his back; he can feel it voiding his body from any movement on that direction. And the instant he felt it, letters seemed to appear in glowing italics, soft mattress. He was on his bed all those times. It was just a dream. The same dream again, the one that usually comes before his birthday. Opening his eyes, his hands wandering to the nearby bedside table, he picked up his mobile phone. A punch on a key and the time stated, "2:54," minutes before three in the morning. Oh no, not again, his mind seems to talk on its own. It is almost every day that he wakes up minutes before 3am, at times minutes past.
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