Bare foots step were heard stepping firmly on broken glass, that the riddle the streets of Baltimore, lady justice walked with no pain. All Iustitia felt was the rage burning in her heart, she had been walking for long time and she dragged her bloody sword along causing unnerving noise in the darkness of the dying city. In this city many were dead and lying in the open, their bodies were the feeding grounds of the scavenging birds that flocked to each body, picking away at the inside of men and women. Iustitia looked on with her sore brown eyes, she was being given a curse to be able to see a hell on earth unfold to virgin eyesight. The gods were all knowing but also cruel if they wanted to, a gift she thought as slight laughed to herself. It was now her duty to find the truth and bring justice back to world of living. She walked in front of broken mirror from clothing store, casting her sorrowful sight on her naked slim body splatter with black blood all around her.
"I cannot walk in this world naked," she gently said while walking close to the mirror and touching the surface of her reflection for this was the first time she had seen herself.
She walked in the store, and looked about to see if something would fit her figure, she knew it would be a long journey so she needs some simple and ease to move around. Making way deep into the store she walked upon a mannequin pushed over with black Adidas jump suit about her size, she put down the sword, took some random cloths to wipe down all the blood she had over her body and face. With anger she scrubbed off all that the ill that was over her body, she could not escape all the evil and malice thing she saw. Once she was all clean, she pulled a white shirt and tight red short from rack and dress her slim fit body, and finally she put on the black track suit. After this she sat down on floor and began to pull out the glass that was embedded in soul of her feet, wiping away the blood with what she found she grabbed a pair black trekking shoes and put them on she walked a little to get a feel of the shoes.
Picking up her great sword, she made her way back to front of the store taking one last look in the broken mirror, the mirror reflected justice in all her anger and fury. Before she left the store she grabbed some cable she found lying around and tied her sword at each end, she pulled the cable over her left shoulder and let the sword rest behind her back. Iustitia began to jump up and down on her toes to see if the sword was firmly tied to her back, she wanted know if she can move quick with the sword place behind her back. Feeling good about her image she put her long black hair into a ponytail and now made her way to the nearest port.
While walking close to the ports of the west channel in Baltimore, she notices there more unholy activity, she saw many beautiful beings on boats drink and laughing. In the darkness they were all dancing with shadows, singing into what seem to be the night air. Iustitia noticing this she knew that she could not go on fighting but she needed to blend in with the evil crowd and find passage to the east. The crowed people didn't pay no mind to Iustitia as she walked in to the port, it seemed they all care about indulging in sexual activity with each other.
Looking on ahead her sight saw a large cargo ship, that was be border by many people, and huge containers were being place by numerous amount people using ropes and pulleys to move such great of an object. Iustitia paused for moment and soon blended into the crazy crowd, as she looked at the beautiful faces of the people around she noticed that some had lizard like eyes flicker on and off.
What frustrated Iustitia was that she was brought to life and world where there was no more law, no more order, all she knew that she had to find the truth in the east. Before she boarded, she grabbed her sword and wrapped it around her black Adidas jacket she took off, her white shirt hanged loosely flapping against the dank breeze that came from the east. Boarding the ship was easy there was no control nor any fee but the feeling that she felt when she was on board was one of pure evil all around her, feeling sick she moved through the drunken frenzy to the stern. Reaching the back, she hung over the stern and began to puke for the first time, nothing was in her stomach only coughing up saliva, now the realization set in… The realization that she was real.
"Ha Ha Ha… Can't hold your liquor?" a beautiful man said dressed in all white suit.
Iustitia looked at him confused and griped her sword but suddenly her judgement stopped her for any action that would cause a scene. She gently replied:
"I just don't like boats…"
"Ha Ha Ha, I guess you need a drink," he said handing her bottle of wine.
She accepted the drink, and took a sip of sweet wine. Iustitia knew that her justice must be put on hold, she most find out more information so she quickly asked where he was heading in between a few sips.
"What a funny question, do you not know we are all heading to Rome for the new era that is coming," he said now with caution.
"I know that…I'm asking where you head after all that is done," Iustitia responded with a quickness so it to give the man at ease.
"Oh Ha, The Teacher will guide us into a new year, a new world, so for now do what I do best and drink ha ha ha," the man said while reaching for his bottle back.
Iustitia handed him the bottle which was empty, the man laughed while his lizard eyes flicker and slowly turned was engulf by darkness. Iustitia suddenly realize that boat was slowly moving, leaving behind a dead city the was riddle with scatter fires, the image of city that had lost a war and that now accepted her dark fate. Her dark brown eyes looked on, she gently was away a tear that had fallen from her right eye. The cargo boat faded into the distance, leaving the harbor in slowly deadly motion like ghost ship that drift with an evil fog.
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Demonic figures hover all around the rare ebony beauty, her light was being snuffed out by the shadow that rip her dress and began to ravage her body. These figures could not be seen correct as if in and out of different dimensions, their blurry figure gave off demonic roar as each began to carve demonic words on the holy flesh of the screaming girl. She pulled and twisted trying to break free but to no unveil, she turned toward he who was viewing in greenish eyes mixed with grey were filled with tear and sorrow yearning for help.
"Wake up!" Her crying voice said, reaching out through the darkness, her hand extended out for help.
Adisa shook forward, extending his big warrior arm in the air, his body rock back and forth for he was given passage by Charon. Charon was draped in long black chain like robe, he gently moved the oar across the water of the Mediterranean Sea, that stretch far with spot of open flames that were caused by the bleeding of the earth. His face was covered and could not be seen, he had come for Adisa of the shore of Greece, sent by gods of old as they looked down to see what unfold. Adisa on back of the book, had fallen asleep embraced his two-handed sword, he did not pay mind to Charon who did not even speak to him, only think that was heard was the sound of his long oar that guide the boat south against the polluted water.
Adisa was unease for two things, first he did not pay the ancient ferryman and knew that it had a cost to on his new living soul, second this girl she dreams made him feel unease, the only clue he had to go was by the mark on her lower ankle he saw. Since he did not know where to go next he had showed the ferryman the mark he drew on the sand before he set off, the ferryman pointed south. So now he was moving along in the darkness to another land that was covered with darkness, only the crimson moon loomed the way.
The boat was long for it size and had two lit torches one on each end, the gave them more site to see, they had been drifting for a while. Charon was extremely skill making the ride for Adisa a place of peace and rest, something he felt in his soul. He gazed out to the sea and wonder what waited for him next, he seen so much evil in this world was there a way back or was it all over for this time.
His thought were disrupted as the boat began run into to something, as he looked over to the water, his site gave way to bodies of small children floating face down, to his shock they were all children no adult bodies. The surface of the water could not be seen, only small bodies that crash unto each other, even the flame had been smoother out only remains of youth could be seen.
"We are close…" the ferryman said with deep cold voice.
"What… What happened?"
"This was a sacrifice ritual, for The Teacher," Charon replied in calm voice.
"Who is this teacher?" Adisa said while his brown eyes began to be filled with rage.
"Soon you will know, and I hope you are really a champion of the gods, for he is beyond all things dark… He is pure unknown darkness, that even my eyes cannot see."
The ferryman gently moved the bodies with his oar, as he made way to the shore of what is known as Derna, Libya. Adisa look on to what was left of the port city, all that was left were flickering flames all around, with all the darkness he could not see if this place was the same as Athens. The black long boat glided on the shore of the port city, Charon turned toward Adisa and extended his left thin hand.
"Ferryman… I have nothing a value for your fee." Adisa said cautiously as he stood up.
"Not to worry, for I will see you soon," the ferryman said with chuckle as he retracted his hand back to holding the long oar.
"I hope so my friend," Adisa replied with a chuckle.
Adisa jumped from the right side of the boat, with his sword placed on his back, as his bare feet landed on black sand, he felt the coldness of death on the ground. Before he moved forward, he glance back to see the ancient ferryman send him a smile grin, that gave Adisa a feeling of unease. He never trusted things he could not explain, and this ancient ferryman for the dead was one of them, to him it better not to get involved with immortal beings. Turning his head back to the city, he made his way back again into the darkness in to the unknown to seek out this teacher, for he knew that he must face this evil and put it to end, for the sake of all the young children lost in the sea.
Greenish grey eyes, looked down on The Everlasting Book that began revealing images for every question Sophia asked. The last image showed a great warrior landing on the northern shore of Africa, she looked on to see this warrior move in to the falling city. Sophia was gifted with foresight and she knew who this warrior was, this warrior was Adisa also someone chosen. The book created a 3D detail picture of his large frame warrior making his way, Sophia said to herself as she pressed her back against the huge bark of the tree.
"We have so little time…"
Slowly she turned the page and as she did the last page became blank again, she knew that what was important now is that Providence make it to the very end. Sophia wrote the name Providence on the page with the special ink and the book suddenly began to spread the ink droplets make way to image of young girl walking with a black hooded robe, leading was a tall man but for some reason the book would not reveal his name to her. Sophia would now look on but she knew that soon she would have to move to action, for now all of the piece was put on place and her eye glimmer with hope for she had seen others with the gift of life that still haven't shined.