Glenn Riddle
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The Beginning of the End
A screaming comes across the sky as he begins to descend from the heavens to the earth in a flash of light so bright that it should have blinded us all right then and there if it weren’t for our brains and vision being clouded with the evil that was about to rise. A loud explosion was heard from the ground as his brother comes forth from the depths of Hell to finally do as he has wanted to do for so long. He rose up wearing armor as black as the night sky with hair that was both glowing and dimming in the light all at the same time. He brandished a scythe that was clearly handmade to do his bidding and destroy anyone who got in his way. He rode in on a chariot just as dark in color, the chariot was lined with gold and pulled by two excessively large black Clydesdale horses with flames coming out of their eyes, and engulfing their manes. As people look around some of them begin to collapse upon the ground in a flash of light and others became dressed in full armor black as night with gold trim outlining it and weaponry that only could have been created from pure obsidian. Those that collapsed were soon seen in the sky flying down with angelic wings, and dressed in armor made from white metal with silver trim, and they are prepared to fight for what they believe in. I was one of those dressed in armor still on the ground preparing myself for a battle that, little did I know, would bring the earth to an end. One that would make the world either a better place entirely or one that is even worse than it already was. This was it, either it would be the last fight or the first battle, but either way I knew who I had to fight with, and the choice wasn’t even mine to make, but then it hit me like a fast approaching train with no hopes of stopping; my brother is up there.
By Glenn Riddle6 years ago in Futurism