HIS Warrior

Fire and smoke. You could smell it in the air. Ashes shrouded the city, making it difficult to breath. The city – once grand and full of beauty – was now nothing but rubble and brimstone. The beast was made of fire, and yet stood in the deepest waters of the ocean, standing at approximately twenty feet. The fire on its body never went out. Smoke flared from its nostrils, and its breath smelled of blood and death. We stood behind the wall, waiting for death to come. 

But weren’t we promised victory? Where was our faith? It was with us before this abomination came from the far corners of the world. He gave us a warrior; one that would surely bring this monster to its end. So why were we shaking in fear, holding our breaths for the worst to come?

Oh, goodness me. I’m getting a head of myself as usual. This isn’t how a story should start. I know what you must be thinking: What is going on here – and what am I reading? This is a story about a young girl, who God chose to help those find faith in Him again – to become fearless warriors; to once again stand up for what they believe, and show the lost that there is a God, and that He loves them.

Give it a chance. You might actually like it.

It all started with a song, and pretty much ended with one too. What happened in my life was the most extraordinary thing, and I would like to tell it right.

My name is Eriella Carter, and I just turned eighteen at the end of May. I grew up believing in God, but as I hit adolescence, I found myself following what others my age were doing, and I fell away from Him.

Biggest mistake of my life.

Certain circumstances brought me back to Him at the age of sixteen, and I haven’t looked back since. It was like all that stuff I did never happened; but every once in a while, some mistakes come back, haunting me.

I had just finished my junior year in high school. My oldest sister, Felicity, who was now a sophomore in college was asked to attend a music concert that was taking place in Nashville, Tennessee, where they wanted her to be a participant. You see, my sister is an amazing piano player. God really gifted her with such an amazing talent. I was kind of envious of her. I’d always wanted to play myself – and she tried to teach me – but I lack the motivation and patience. So, I just stuck with singing and writing songs for God (and when I mean by writing songs, I mean one). Love Can Light the Darkest Day was a song the Lord and I wrote together. I kind of look at it as a bonding experience between Father and daughter. It’s a precious moment I hold dear.

But anyway, my sister and I got together, and she helped me come up with the music. I was so excited. Finally, here was a chance I could shine for God. To use the talent, He gave me. I was going to sing our song that Sunday at my church for all those to hear.

But then it happened.

It was a Friday night. We were sitting at the table enjoying dinner as a family, laughing and praising God for all the good things He does in our lives. Felicity brought up my song, and told them about it. I even told them the story behind it, how the Holy Spirit helped me write it. It was a song about what life was like before Jesus, and how He became the light, even in the middle of the darkest days of my life. It only took me ten minutes to write the song. They were so excited, and amazed as they listened to me explain my experience with the Lord as we wrote this song together.

I was just about to suggest singing it for church Sunday morning until my dad spoke up, looking at my sister fondly.

“You should sing your sisters song for the concert in Nashville. Maybe you’ll get noticed, and become a Christian artist, singing your songs for the Lord.”

“And your sister can write songs for you!” My mom suggested excitedly.

I felt myself plummeting at their words. They didn’t realize it, but what they said hurt me deeply. Was I not good enough to sing for the Lord? Did I not have a good enough voice? It wasn’t their fault though. They really didn’t know about my talent that God gave me. I was pretty shy about it. I was always afraid that if they found out I could sing, they would make me sing all the time, but that was before I came to really know the Lord. The fear that I once had about standing up and singing in front of a bunch of people no longer filled me with dread, but with longing. I wanted God to use my voice – and our song – to reach out to people. It was my dream.

I was expecting Felicity to say no and take my side, but her next words broke my heart.

“Oh my gosh! That is such a good idea! What do you think Ella? Would you mind?”

I felt defeated inside. Part of me wanted to get up and march out of there, but I felt God comforting me in that moment, telling my spirit that it was going to be ok. I forced a smile in place, hoping they couldn’t see right through me. Inside, I felt like I was slowly dying.

“Go get ’em sis!”

Everyone whooped and hollered at the table. Everyone except my nine-year-old brother Daniel, who was more focused on his mac and cheese then on the conversation around him. He met my gaze from across the table, shaking his head sadly at me. I knew what that gesture meant. Ella, you idiot. Honestly, I couldn’t help but agree with him. After all, he was the only one in this household that knew about my singing.

Two days later, we packed our bags and left Hot Springs, Arkansas and headed towards Nashville. The whole trip there, I kept ear buds in my ears, listening to all kinds of Barlowgirl songs. Their music is so upbeat, and their lyrics helped take my mind off some things. I just had to trust that God had a plan in all this.

It takes about six hours from Hot Springs to Nashville. After three hours in the car, we stopped at a resting place to have a picnic. My family chatted excitedly with one another as they discussed what all they were going to do in Nashville. The concert wasn’t until this Saturday, so we had two days of fun until then. Mom and Felicity were discussing places to shop, while dad argued that he wanted to check out a few museums in the area. Daniel was busy playing on his gaming system, but every once in a while, I would catch him staring at me, concern evident in his blue eyes.

After we finished lunch, mom and Felicity went to the bathroom to patch up their makeup, while dad went to put everything back in the car. Daniel and I continued to sit at the picnic table in silence. The only sound was the constant pushing of buttons on my brothers gaming system, and the punching and the grunting that came from the game he was playing, which was some kind of fighting game. It was weird, but the sound relaxed me some.

Three minutes seemed to pass before he put the gaming system down on the picnic table and looked at me. It appeared he had a few words on his mind. Daniel is pretty tall for a nine-year-old. He’s almost five feet tall – which if you ask me – is a pretty crazy height for his age. He’s also very handsome, with brown, wavy hair, and he has such a sweet smile. Daniel still has a bit of a baby face, but once he grows out of it, I know he’s going to be a lady’s man.

“Are you seriously not going to say anything, Ella? This is your song that you and Jesus wrote, and you’re going to let Felicity sing it? That’s not fair to you. This should be your time to shine. It won’t kill Felicity to give up the spotlight every once in a while. You still have time to take back your song.”

“But this is her dream, Daniel. I can’t take that away from her.”

“It’s yours too, and it’s not fair for Felicity to take this away from you. You know I’m right about this.”

For a nine-year-old – he is wise, and very perceptive. Also, quite mature for his age. It’s unsettling.

“It’s complicated Daniel.” Was all I could bring myself to say.

“It’s really not, but hey, who wants to listen to their nine-year-old brother?”

“Oh hush.”

Ten minutes later we were on the road again. My parents had the radio blasting as we listened to Francesca Battistelli’s song called The Breakup Song. It was a catchy song, and despite everything that had been going wrong in my life, I found myself singing along with my family as we praised the Lord in the car.

We got to the hotel a little after five-thirty, and checked in. Mom and dad had a room to themselves, while Felicity, Daniel, and I shared a room. Felicity took the bed on the left and plopped down, sighing tiredly.

“I’m so glad we’re finally here! I’m exhausted.”

“Well, I’m hungry,” Daniel glanced at the door, like he was expecting our parents to barge in or something. “Are mom and dad going to take us out to eat or are we going to eat lumpy sandwiches again?”

“Excuse me,” I said, pretending to be hurt by his words. “I made those sandwiches you little runt.”

“Yeah, and they were lumpy.”

“Don’t you just love how honest he is?” Felicity asked me.

“Oh, yes. It’s such an admirable trait to have.” Though God knows I have a habit of being honest myself. It ticks people off, but I’d rather speak, and believe the truth than a lie.

“God says not to lie so I’m just doing what Abba would want me to do.” Even though Abba is the Arabic word for ”Papa" or my favorite, “Daddy” – my dad started calling Him that when he found Jesus – and the name has rubbed off on my siblings and I. We’ve been calling God that for as long as I can remember.

“He has a point,” Felicity switched the TV on, and started flipping through the channels. When she saw Spongebob Square Pants was on, she stopped there so Daniel could watch it. Daniel loves SpongeBob. It doesn’t matter how many times he watches it. Whether it’s the same episode on repeat, the show always cracks him up. It’s also been mine and Felicity’s way of cheering Daniel up when he’s down; just turn on SpongeBob.

Sure enough, food was soon forgotten as Daniel sat on the floor in front of the TV, his eyes focused on the screen. Felicity brushed the top of his head tenderly, but Daniel swatted her hand away, making her laugh.

Bored, and not really in the mood to hear SpongeBob’s annoying laugh, I got up and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” I heard Felicity ask me.

Felicity was at the end of the bed, laying on her front, with her hands under her chin. Felicity was blue eyed and brown haired like my brother. She’s also very pretty with tan, flawless skin, full lips, natural wavy hair, and deep-set eyes. I almost hate her. Felicity resembles mom so much. It’s scary. Sometimes I call her mom by accident, which is kind of embarrassing when I think about it. While everyone in my family was good looking and dark haired; here I was with red hair, brown eyes, and pale faced. And unlike the rest of my family, I’m awkward, and shy. I’m not good at talking to people. I’m also uncoordinated, and so skinny that people often think I’m starving myself to death when really, I eat more than anyone in the house. Sometimes I think I’m adopted.

Ok. Not really, but I do find it funny that neither one of my parents is red headed, although I know I inherited the red hair from my nana and Mamaw. It still doesn’t stop me from feeling like an outsider though.

“I’m just going on a stroll. I saw a little trail earlier and I wanted to check it out. So, if mom and dad ask, just tell them that’s where I went.”

“How are you not tired? Even now, it’s taking a lot of effort just to keep my eyes open.” To prove her point, she yawned.

“I don’t know,” I was very tired after today’s adventure – so tired I wanted to crawl in bed and go to sleep – but there was a need in me that desired so much to walk that trail. I had no idea why. “It’s just something I want to do.”

Felicity looked at me strangely, but then just shrugged and went back to watching TV. “Ok, but if you see a bear, play dead.”

I didn’t reply. I just smiled before taking my leave. I quickly left the room before she started bombarding me with more questions.

I rode down the elevator, and then left the building, heading towards the trail. It was still light outside, but the sun was low in the sky. I probably have only a few minutes until nightfall, but that’s all I really need. I just need time away from everyone, and everything. What I need is a few minutes with Abba.

It was a narrow path, surrounded by trees, going up and down as you walk deeper into the woods. I could hear a little stream nearby, but I wasn’t too interested in finding it. I prayed silently to God, asking Him what I should do. I want my sisters dream to flourish, and to come true, but I also want to follow my dream as well. I don’t want to resent her either, but I find myself doing just that.

Lord, let Your will be done. Not mine, but Yours. I put this in Your hands – just save me from these terrible emotions I feel. I love my sister, and I don’t want to hate her, but this is so hard on me. I know that if You don’t use me to sing for You, You will find something else for me. Just please Lord – let me be a light for You somewhere. Give me a good work to do for Your glory.

Suddenly I heard a bark. I looked to my left and found a white and brown spotted puppy. It wasn’t the cutest thing in the world, but there was something about it that made me fall in love. The puppy wagged its tail at me, its tongue hanging outside the corner of its mouth. It was so adorable!

“Hey there,” I got down on my knees, stretching my hand out to the little puppy. It didn’t move, nor flinch or jump at my sudden movement. It just continued to wag its tail at me. “Where’s your family, little guy?”

The puppy barked at me again, and then ran into the woods. I don’t know why I did it – it’s common for dogs to run away – but I felt a need to follow him.

I followed the little guy as he led me deeper into the woods. I could also tell that it was getting darker, but I didn’t feel afraid. I could feel God’s presence was with me. I grabbed the cross that was hanging from around my neck – kind of out of habit. I usually do it when I’m uncomfortable, scared, or dealing with situations that I don’t understand like now. My mother bought me the cross necklace after I rededicated my life back to Christ. It wasn’t anything fabulous – just a silver cross with a black chain, but I do love it.

I noticed that the puppy would stop and look back at me – as if he were checking to make sure I was still following him – before moving on. It was the strangest thing.

But not as strange as the next thing I saw.

I was trying to watch my footing, for there was a quite a few branches and huge rocks in my way, but I shouldn’t have been as worried about them as I should have been about my own feet. Anybody who knows me, knows that I am a klutz, and it shouldn’t have surprised me that my feet would have been my downfall. Literally.

I landed face first onto the ground. I sat there for a second, thinking to myself: Why me God? before staggering to my feet. I was dusting off my clothes when I heard the puppy bark again. The puppy was standing in front of a light that was in the shape of a lightning bolt. It hovered 12 inches from the ground, and floated in the air. I’d never seen anything like it in my life.

I moved closer, and stretched my hand out to touch it. My hand went through it easily as if it was made of smoke. I pulled my hand back, a little terrified. I kind of felt like I was having a “Moses and the burning bush” moment. Was this some sign from God? What does it mean?

Then a voice whispered to me, saying: Go through it.

I knew it was God speaking to me, but I didn’t understand it, or why this was happening, but I wasn’t about to question God. With a deep breath, I walked through the light smoke, and I found myself in a valley that was in the clearing, and it was nighttime. The scenery had changed, but how is that possible? In some distance, I could see a city up ahead, past some trees. A glittering city that looked like it was floating.

I jumped at the sound of barking that took place beside me. I glanced down. The little puppy was gazing at me (it almost looked like he was smiling), wagging his tail.

I couldn’t help but glare at him.

“You little stinker. Where did you bring me? And where did that city come from? And where’s the light?” The light that had been there a second ago was gone. It was like it had never been there in the first place. So many questions escaped my lips, and yet I had no one around (that could talk) to answer me. I looked to the sky; my heart filled with fear. “God, where did You take me?”

“You are at the border of Haven Forest on the outskirts of Tenebrosus.” A man, who appeared in all white, sat on a boulder, watching me. I swear he wasn’t there a minute ago.

“Who are you?” I asked the man in fear. I found his presence strangely intimidating even though he gazed at me with a gentle expression.

“Be not afraid, child. I am an angel of the Lord. He has sent me to speak and guide you, for you have found favor in the Lord’s eyes and He wants to use you.”

“O-o-ok. I’m all f-for th-that, but where has the L-Lord brought m-me?” I couldn’t help but stutter. Here I was – standing in the presence of one of God’s angels.

I would have been amazed if it weren’t for the fact that I was still freaking out. I was also having a hard time believing this was all real.

“You are in a dream that is not a dream. A place that is on the other side of the universe. A place you have never known existed until now. The people here call their world Somnium Lunae. This world has existed as long as yours has, and it needs help. God desires to bring His children and the lost to repentance, for many have chosen the things of this world than that which is above. The majority do not believe in God, and even then, His children are turning their backs on Him one by one. God wants to partner with you, and reveal Himself to the people through you.”

“Me? But sir, I’m only eighteen, and I wouldn’t even begin to know where to start. I also don’t know anyone here. How can I be of use to the Lord if I don’t understand this foreign world, I’m in?”

“Child, where is your faith?” The angel chastised. “Was Mary not younger than you when she conceived and bore the Son of God? Was God not with His chosen people or with His prophets when he set them out to the Promise Land? Or to prophesy to His people even though they hated and wanted to destroy them? Do you doubt that God will not take care of you, or give you the words to say?

“Listen child, for God wanted me to tell you that as you speak to the people here in Tenebrosus – that is the city in which is before you – He will deliver you out of the hands of any man or woman who means to harm you. No living human, creature, or beast may destroy you. Even if you were to fall from high places, the Lord will catch you, and you will not fall to your death. I assure you child, you will be in God’s hands, for He gave you the name ‘Eriella,’ which means ‘God is with me.’ All you have to do is believe and trust Him, and He will take care of the rest.”

I knew what he was saying was true – that all this around me was real – and I found myself comforted by his words. After all, didn’t I just ask God to be a light for others? I mean, I wasn’t expecting this, but I guess you take what you can get.

“What do I need to do?” I asked the angel.

“I will lead you to the church in Tenebrosus – it’s the tallest building you will find in the city – and there I will leave you, and a prophet whom God has made known of your arrival, will take care of you. He will be at the church waiting for you.”

“Ok. Does God want me to go now?” Part of me didn’t mind if He did, but I was beat from that six-hour car ride to Nashville.

“No. Wait until morning. I will watch you as you sleep, and when dawn approaches, I will wake you up and I will take you there. I know you’ve had a long day, and you need to rest.”

I sighed in relief.

“Thank you. By the way, what’s with the puppy?” The puppy was now sleeping under one of the willow trees, laying on his back, his little feet sticking up in the air. “What if he has an owner and they’ve lost him?”

The angel chuckled. “That ‘him’ happens to be a ‘her.’ And don’t worry about such things. This puppy is a stray, used by the Lord to bring you here. He knows you have a soft spot for four-legged creatures.”

“A weakness to lure me in,” I looked up at the Heavens, and smiled, my voice teasing. I could almost feel God smiling back at me. “That’s not playing fair Lord.”

The fear that I once felt was replaced by peace, comfort, and safety. Yes, I trust You God. I just hope I don’t let You down. Give me the words to say to the people here in Tenebrosus, and I will do my best to speak them. Just please, Lord, don’t take Your hand off me. Protect me until it’s time for me to go home.

“Do you remember when the Lord had you fast every Saturday for six months?” The angel asked me, interrupting my thought process.

Ugh. Yes, and it wasn’t pleasant. Most of the time I fasted half the day, but there was a few that I went all day without eating. To this day though, I still couldn’t figure out why He had me do that. Still, the Lord did do a lot of purging and pruning, but He also gave me revelation after revelation about things, such as who God really is, and who I am in Him. While I didn’t always enjoy it, a lot of good came out of it. I’ve grown a lot spiritually because of it, praise God!

“Even in that time, the Lord was preparing you for this work. You see, Eriella the Lord is going to do great and mighty works through you. The people of Tenebrosus are going to witness the awesome works of the Most High, but He needs you to listen and be obedient of whatever He asks of you. This you must do, but beware the enemy will try to stop you. Remember: ‘if God be for you, who then can be against you?’ Is it not written that no weapon formed against you shall prosper? You must trust in God, and Him alone must you trust. The Holy Spirit will be your guide.”

“What do you mean He’s going to do ‘great and mighty works through me?’”

Really, what I wanted to say was why, but I didn’t want to get on this angel’s bad side, and not be able to talk for several months like Zachariah.

“Daughter, do you not know the things of God? Did Jesus not give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and cast out demons in His Name? Did He not command you to go out into the world to preach the gospel? What Jesus did on earth, truly He can do the same mighty works through you.”

“I just don’t know why God chose me for this. I have nothing.” I bowed my head in shame.

The angel lifted my face with his hand, smiling down at me. “You have faith.”

What he said really shook me to my core, but it also made me so happy to hear. If it’s one thing I can be sure of myself, it’s that I do trust God.

In the end, I crawled under the tree, next to the puppy dog, and laid down. The angel came and sat next to me. I felt grateful towards God that He lent me one of His angels to take care of me. I truly felt safe – and even warm – despite the cold breeze. The angel laid his hand on the top of my head, and not long after that, I fell into a deep sleep.

And to think, this all started because of a song.

As promised, the angel woke me up at dawn, and we set out to the city beyond the trees that was called Tenebrosus. A great wall surrounded the great city, which was made of rock, concrete, and stone. The city sat on top of a mountain, making it appear as if it were floating from a distance. At the top of the city, I could see a building that was the tallest among all the other buildings. It looked like a tower, and it had a huge clock. According to the angel, that was God’s church, here in the city. If that was true, then God only knows how long it will take us to get up there. As we were leaving Haven Forest, we encountered the wall that surrounded and protected the city. At first, I wondered how we would get in until the angel pressed against the wall. To my surprise, he found a hidden door. He ushered me to go first before following after me. My heart began to race as I watched the people around us pass by in a blur. They were so strange, and flamboyant. Women would walk around with nothing but one pieces, or crop tops that were see through. Some would just wear a jacket with nothing on underneath, with shorts that almost showed all their essentials. Their hair was styled strangely, some pointing up, and some of them looking like they just stepped out of an eighty’s movie. On their faces they had what looked like huge, fake eyelashes, and makeup that was silver or gold. Some even wore bright colors, but even that’s not uncommon in my world. These women seemed wild – animalistic. It showed in the way they walked.

The men were just as strange – and creepy – as the women. Most of the men had their hair slicked back, with colors like silver, blue, pink, and green highlighted in their hair. They wore bright, fancy clothing, and they too wore make up like the women. Now, I noticed some just wore eye shadow, or eyeliner, but occasionally I would see a few men wearing lipstick, with white powdered faces, which made them look like Pennywise the clown, especially if they had puffed up red hair. That was startling. I found it strange to watch a man kiss his wife when he’s wearing just as much make up as her.

Somnium Lunae! What a joke. They should rename their world and call it Wonderland because this place is so trippy.

The city – as I walked through it – was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Everything was made of concrete, rock, and stone. Each building next to each other appeared like they were infused together. Each store had a different sign, mostly in the display windows, declaring that some shops were a bookstore, bakery, boutique shop, grocery store, beauty parlor etc. Basically, like something I’d find in my world. Though I doubt they had a Walmart. The roads were made of cobblestone, and as I gazed around me, I felt like I was in a courtyard – a huge one. There was a fountain, made of polished marble, and people sat around it, reading or eating breakfast and some looked out towards the sea. My heart stopped in that moment. I hadn’t seen the ocean since I was six. My family and I had vacationed to Florida that summer to visit my dad’s brother and his family. They owned a beach house out there, and we spent most of our summer making sandcastles, scuba diving, and eating ice cones. I fell in love with the ocean – the first time I saw it – so seeing it again after so many years, I couldn’t take my eyes away from its view. It seemed never ending.

I walked towards the view and leaned against the railing, which was wedged in between some rock and concrete that was the top of the wall surrounding the city. It was like a balcony overlooking the beach. I closed my eyes, taking in the breeze and the smell of the ocean. This was so amazing.

I didn’t notice this earlier when inspecting the city from Haven Forest, but somebody had cut out a place in the wall, and created a section of narrow stairs that lead to a boardwalk. It was also where the beach was located. The boardwalk was in the shape of a cross. I wonder if the people here took notice of that. People swam and played in the water, while the kids sat on the seashore, playing in the sand. Some women even laid on the shore with no top on, revealing everything they had. I quickly looked away.

I could also see Haven Forest from where we were. That’s why we didn’t see the ocean when we entered into the city. There were too many trees that blocked our view of it.

As I walked around, I remembered my iPhone was still in my back pocket. I quickly took it out. It only had ten percent of battery left, but that was enough to take some pictures of this place. That way I had some evidence of where I’d been. I took pictures of everything: the buildings, some of the people (I had to sneak those), the fountain, and the ocean. I took so many pictures until my battery finally died. I wouldn’t be able to charge it until I got back home, but that’s ok. I couldn’t get on any of my apps anyway, due to the fact I had no signal here.

I noticed throughout our walk in the city that nobody seemed aware of the angel. It was almost like they didn’t see him. I was beginning to wonder if he was just a part of my imagination.

I also noticed that their only type of transportation was carriages pulled by horses. They didn’t have cars, or anything else I was used too. The carriages I saw were either white, or black and they appeared to hold over ten or more people as they exited or got in the carriages. I guess they were like a bus in a sense. It was different, but intriguing at the same time. This city was so modern, but old fashioned at the same time. It was so cool. Almost like stepping into one of my fantasy books that I grew up reading.

As we walked along with people on either side of us, passing by bakeries, clothing stores, and homes, there was a show going on in the streets, where a group of people were dancing and playing with fire. It was really cool. Already there was a crowd forming around them. While I was walking over there to get a better look, I accidentally stumbled into someone that was trying to walk past me.

The person caught me, and as I opened my mouth, ready to apologize, my eyes met the most beautiful, ice blue eyes that I had ever seen. I could see that he had a little bit of red eye shadow, but to me it actually made him look kind of cool. I couldn’t see his face, due to the fact he had it covered with a black mask, but just from the top half of his face, I could tell he was a good-looking guy. My mouth instantly goes dry. Not just because he is evidently gorgeous behind that mask of his, but because he’s a stranger and my hands are clinging to his upper arms like some lame protagonist in an old cheesy romantic film. I’m not going to deny my hands instinctively squeezed his muscles a few times. I bet my angel is just rolling his eyes and shaking his head at me right about now.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I pulled away quickly, but even as I began apologizing, the man kept walking along like he didn’t hear me. I swirl around to watch him go, and even then, I kept on talking like an idiot. “I really didn’t mean to squeeze—I mean run into you!” It took everything I had not to face palm myself. “It was an accident, I swear!” Could I sound anymore pathetic?

Without looking back at me, the man said in a deep, but attractive voice: “Don’t worry about it.” And then before I knew it, he had disappeared within the crowd.

When I didn’t see him again, I just shrugged and went about my business.

We walked through the city for about an hour before we came upon the Lord’s church. As seen from Haven Forest, it was the tallest building in the whole city, standing at about fifteen stories high. It was made of gray and white stone, and the windows were long, and darkly tinted that you couldn’t see anything except maybe some moving figures. There was a big clock on the temple, the numbers in Roman numerals. A hidden bell tolled as the long hand touched the twelve, declaring it to be eight o’clock in the morning.

The angel stopped in front of the church and gazed at me, his strange eyes soft and gentle as he smiled. “This is where I leave you, child. Do not be afraid, for the Lord will be with you on your journey. The prophet that is awaiting your arrival goes by the name Nathanial. He will help you with whatever you need. When you walk in the church, sit on the second pew on the right side, and he will know it is you.”

“Alright.” I took a deep breath, my heart in my throat. I looked down at my feet and spotted the puppy looking at me with that strange grin of hers. “What about the pup?” I asked the angel.

“Keep her. She’ll be a good comfort to you. That’s why God gave her to you, but don’t take her into the temple. They consider that very disrespectful. Ask permission before taking her in.”

“Noted.”

“Speak the words God gives you, for you are His instrument. Through you, He will touch hearts, and will heal the sickness that has come upon those in Somnium Lunae. Be quick, child. For the beast will awaken – and will destroy all that comes before it.” His words confused me. I didn’t know if he was being literal, or speaking in riddles, but they frightened me, and I found myself trembling. “Farewell Eriella.” And then with a blink of an eye, he was gone.

So now it’s just me, God, and a pup.

We totally got this.

I told Pup to stay, and sure enough she sat down, with her little tail wagging. Her tongue was hanging out of the side of her mouth as she grinned. I smiled and shook my head as I made my way inside the church.

The smell of incense hit me strongly in the face as I stepped through the double doors. There at the front was a pulpit and some altars, and there were so many wooden pews, three rows of them in fact. This place could probably hold up to seventy or eighty people at the least. That’s more then what our church could probably hold. The walls were painted a deep, crimson red, and the floor was brown wood. I saw men wrapped in red and purple garments as they walked around the sanctuary and prayed. All except one. He wore a purple garment as some of the others. The man was sitting on one of the altars, his eyes opened. He glanced at me, but didn’t get up to greet me. There was a look of expectancy on his face. Whether he’s Nathanial or not, I should do as the angel commanded. I walked down the aisle and found the second pew on the right and sat down, waiting.

I peeked at the man sitting on the altar. He gazed up at the heavens before getting to his feet. As he slowly approached me, there was a sweet, gentle smile on the old man’s face. I scooted over so he could sit next to me.

The smell of paper, and incense surrounded the man as he sat beside me. I forced a shy smile at him, unsure of what to say.

“God informed me of your arrival,” the man whispered. “He told me a young woman would come to the church today. He said that she would sit on the second pew on the right side of the sanctuary, and here you are. God is so good!”

“So, your Nathanial, a prophet of the Lord?” I asked him under my breath. I knew that he was, but I felt that I should ask. There was no doubt that he is the man I’m seeking.

“I am,” Nathanial declared. “And you are Eriella Carter. Also, a prophetess of the Lord.”

His words surprised me.

“Oh no. I’m no prophetess. God sent me here for a purpose, but He never called me a prophetess.”

“Well, it’s strange you say that because when God told me you were coming, He called you, His prophetess. Now why would the Lord call you that?” The man had a huge smile on his face, his eyebrows raised. He’s testing me.

“Why wasn’t I informed of this?” I shot back at him. “God sent me here to testify and to tell them to repent. He never called me a prophetess. His angel led me here, and even then, he never called me ‘prophetess’ but child instead.”

“Dear, what do you think prophets do? Like it or not, but God is preparing you for a mighty work. We prophets are called to bring edification to the church, and that’s one of the reason’s you’re here. I know what God spoke to me, and whether you believe it or not is up to you, but child you are in fact a prophetess.”

I gripped the pew in front of me, my eyes on the floor.

Now that I think about it, it made sense. The Holy Spirit – since I’d gotten filled with Him – has had me randomly go up to people, and to encourage them by speaking things that hadn’t happened yet. It was scary, and it bit nerve-wrecking at first, but I was always obedient. It made things better though when those same people would come up to me before church started, and testify how God did exactly what I said He would do.

I never would have imagined that He was preparing me for this! I just thought I was some kind of messenger for the Holy Spirit. Being brought up as the Lord’s prophetess was the last thing on my mind.

While there was a part of me that was honored, there was also a part of me that felt undeserving of this gift.

“But I’m not worthy.”

“Neither am I, but whether we’re called to be a pastor, or a teacher, or someone who cleans the church, we’re all unworthy of our calling. Now, come. There is so much to discuss, and we are running on so little time.”

We went up three flights of stairs before we came to a room, which was a study of sorts. It was spacious, and filled with bookshelves and beautiful tapestries. The walls were neat. The wallpaper was a light blue, with golden intricate patterns. It was pretty. The wooden floors were glossy, and well swept, but creaked in some places as you walked through the room. There was a gray rug that took up most of the seating area, which consisted of a white love seat, and mahogany coffee table. There was a small kitchenette on the right side of the room, and on the gas stove was a teapot brewing on the front burner. In the left corner, there was a desk, with books piled on each other. I guess Nathanial does some heavy reading.

Nathanial invited me to take a seat, which I did. I leaned back against the soft cushions, almost sighing in relief. This feels so right.

Nathanial went to turn off the stove. He poured the tea into two teacups and placed them on a tray before making his way to the sitting area where I was at. He placed the tray on the coffee table. I gazed fondly at the teacups on saucers. This is fancy.

“Sorry about the lady-like decor. When the church was built, some of the women went a little overboard. The leaders wanted something simple and comfortable, but as you can tell the women had a different idea in mind.”

“I think it’s really nice.” Was my only reply. I didn’t really know what else to say. I’m kind of awkward, especially around strangers.

Nathanial handed me a cup of tea, which I took gladly, taking tentative sips. As I drank my tea in silence, I could feel my stomach grumbling. That’s right. I haven’t eaten since that picnic yesterday.

As if by reading my mind, Nathanial placed a plate of cut sandwiches on the coffee table in front of me. I put my teacup down, and grabbed a sandwich, biting into it almost savagely. In my desperate attempt for food, I forgot to thank God for this meal. I quickly thanked the Lord and continued to eat sandwich after sandwich until there was none left. Embarrassed, I glanced at Nathanial, who was drinking his tea in contentment. I could see a smile on his face.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to eat all the sandwiches.” I felt pretty bad about hogging all the food. I must look like such a pig to him.

“It’s quite alright,” Nathanial informed me. “God also told me to prepare something for you because He said you would be hungry.”

His words brought a smile to my lips. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Abba said He would take care of me. I grabbed my tea and took another sip, lost in my thoughts.

Nathanial finished his tea, and put his teacup back on the tray. “So do you know why you are here Eriella?”

Trick question. “Because God has sent me...”

He nodded his head, considering my words.

“True, but why has He sent you?”

“Many hearts are turning from the Lord – even the righteous. The angel told me that a lot of God’s people are turning away from Him. I’m going to be honest – I don’t know what all I’m supposed to do, but I believe God will show me – but I don’t know what my true purpose is here.”

“Good answer, my dear, and it’s true. Many of His followers are turning away – mostly out of defeat – because they think God has stopped hearing us, but Eriella, I believe you are a prayer that has been answered.

“You see, all these people fornicate, lie, cheat, hate, curse and blasphemy God’s Name. These people murder one another over such silly, inconsequential things, and they slander and torment others, but you know what the worst part in all this is?”

I just shook my head, unable to answer. I met Nathanial’s grave eyes, which were filled with self-hate, and anger. “We didn’t do anything. His people – we just stood aside and…did nothing. I’m not proud of this Eriella, but we became frightened, and because of our disobedience, God allowed a sickness to spread throughout the land of Somnium Lunae. A sickness we never knew or heard existed. It’s terrible Eriella, and infects the body quite randomly. Doctors try to treat it, but there is no cure for it. All we know is that you get it when you come in contact with the skin that is infected. This is the consequences to our actions, for letting things get out of hand.”

Suddenly, I was reminded of what the angel said as we stood in front of the church. Through you, He will touch hearts, and heal the sickness that has come upon those in Somnium Lunae. I thought when he meant by sickness, he meant sin. I didn’t know he was being literal.

“What kind of disease is it?” I asked timidly. “We have quite a few untreatable diseases back in my world. I might know what it is.” Maybe these people have never dealt with leprosy.

“It’s in the skin, and from what horror stories I’ve been told, it turns the skin into a purple, blackish color – almost like a bruise – and it’s painful they say. Blister like sores also appear. The nerves in the skin feels like it’s on fire, and they say nothing can treat it. Even amputation doesn’t work. They’ve tried that as a solution, but the disease is still in the bloodstream, so many continue to suffer and die from it. They do have special made gloves now – because the disease only infects the arms and hands – and they say it kind of numbs the pain, but only a little. They still have to live with an unbearable pain, but it’s the only thing they have that can help it. If you can afford them that is. Those gloves are very expensive.” Just the very thought of it made Nathanial roll his eyes in aggravation.

Oh gracious. That’s no disease I’ve ever heard of.

“What’s it called?” I asked anxiously. “The disease.”

“We call it Nervi. It’s a serious sickness, and many people have died from it.”

“But how? If it’s just in the skin—”

“It’s more than that,” Nathanial interrupted me. “Scientists and doctors are researching this disease, but they still don’t understand it. Somehow – after having the disease for a long period of time – your body begins to shut down. Everything stops working. You see, the disease is in three stages, and you know how bad off the patient is when you see these signs. First stage is the excruciating pain of the arm and hand. The second stage is the random high fevers that comes and goes. Then there’s throwing up blood, which they say is the third final stage. After that, you’ve only got so many days left. I guess it depends on the person, and how tough a fighter they are, but even then, Nervi always wins.”

It sounds terrible, but with prayer, some fasting, and faith in the Lord, He can heal this disease. With God all things are possible!

I said aloud, “But God can heal this disease. I know He can.”

Nathanial smiled. “You see, this is why He has sent you. You have faith. It’s sad to say, but a lot of us don’t have that these days, but I believe through you Eriella, God will rid our world of this sickness Satan has put on us.”

“Please, call me Ella. I know my name can be a mouthful, and as far as my mission for God, I don’t know where to start,” I admitted shyly. “He hasn’t given me any instructions yet.”

“Be still and wait, my dear. He will give direction when the time is right. Now I’ve already found a place where you’ll be staying during your time here in Tenebrosus. I guess you’ve not heard of the Guardians?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“Well, in Somnium Lunae, within each city we have five Guardians that protect the people. They make sure the people follow the laws of our country, but mostly it’s their job to protect us from the Wretched.”

“What’s the Wretched?”

“Demon-possessed. It’s so bad Ella. It’s even gotten to where their features are no longer human, and their so strong, and frightening. It’s like they’re not human – which I guess in some ways they’re not – but people are so blind. They think it’s something – something to do with this disease that’s going about – but that has nothing to do with it. The Wretched have been around longer than this disease came about. They don’t want to admit that it’s demons. They think it’s a curse of some sort. So naive.” He shook his head sadly. “Be careful Ella. They’re in the city – and their filled with blood lust. They’re only desire is to kill, and to destroy others.”

Yep. That sounds like Satan and his horde of demons.

“Don’t worry Nathanial. The angel told me no living human, creature, or beast could harm me. Not while I’m here. I trust His words, for they are the Words of my Lord.”

“You are a wise girl, and I’m glad to hear that. I imagine we’re going to see all kinds of amazing things from God. I’m so excited. Now as I said before, you’ll be living with the Guardians while you stay here. I’ve informed them of your arrival, and they’ll be here this afternoon to pick you up. Is that alright?”

“That’s fine. Are they Christians?” It doesn’t hurt to ask. It would make my stay here a little bit easier if they were.

“No, my dear, they are not, but they are good people. They just don’t follow the ways of the Lord.”

“With all due respect, if they are not Christian, why am I staying with them, and not here?”

“It’s what the Lord wants. Believe me, I fought with Him about it, but He has His reasons for you staying with them; just be on your guard. Don’t follow in their ways, but be a light for them. Show them how God would want us to act.”

That sounds like something my dad would preach at church. Thinking of my dad, I started thinking of my mom, sister and little brother too. Even though it’s only been a few hours since I last saw them, I couldn’t help but miss them. I’ve been kind of angry at them, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love them. I hope they’re not worried.

Jesus, please, ensure them of my safety. I don’t want them to worry. Please, be with them, and I hope everything goes well at my sister’s concert Saturday. Now I’m ready Lord. Use me, and give me the words to say. Give me direction that I might provide guidance to the people here in Tenebrosus. Lord, use me.

Let me be Your light.

Because we had so many hours ahead of us before the Guardians showed up, Nathanial allowed me to bring Pup inside the temple so she could hang out in his study as we talked. Nathanial was even kind enough to feed Pup. We talked about God the whole time while we waited on the Guardians arrival. I told him about what God had done in my life, and he told me his. We even did some Bible studying, which I really enjoyed. Nathanial – I thought – was a very wise, and insightful man.

“How did the knowledge of God’s existence make its self-known to this world?” I asked Nathanial curiously. “And how did God’s Word come to this place?” I held up the rugged Bible in my hand. “All this stuff took place in my world. So, I’m just kind of curious how the Word of God came here.”

“That’s a good question, Ella. I can’t answer all your questions, for I know not everything about how this world began. It’s not written down like it was in your world, but I imagine it was all the same. All I know is this: that God made his existence known from the beginning of time, but like any man, they sinned and fell away. Not all of them of course. There were quite a few that were dedicated to God. So much more than they are now.

“And concerning God’s Word? It was given to us. One day a man of God was wandering through Haven Forest, going about his day when he came across a book. He didn’t know where it had come from. He even did research to see if there was another book like it, but there was no mention of the Bible in Somnium Lunae. After he read it, he eventually got it published.”

“I bet that was a fight.”

“Oh, it was, but of course when you’ve got God on your side your promised victory every time.”

I gazed down at the Bible in my hands. Under the title it was declared the King James Version. I like that version a lot, but because I have trouble understanding Old English, I usually read the New King James Version. As I sat there, looking at this Bible in my hands, it occurred to me that I didn’t have a Bible of my own to read while I was here.

As if by reading my thoughts, Nathanial said: “Do you want to keep that, Bible? I imagine you didn’t get a chance to bring yours when you came to this place.”

It’s true. I packed it with me when we were heading to Nashville, but I didn’t think to grab it when I decided to go for a walk.

“If it’s no trouble.” Since I’d gotten saved, I started seeing the Bible as a sort of security blanket. I don’t like going anywhere without one. “I’ll give it back before I leave.”

“Just keep it. After all, it’s His Word that is lantern unto our feet.”

His words made me smile.

A little after one the Guardians showed up. In the last few hours, I kept picturing what they would look like, but when they appeared before me, I was surprised. I was expecting them to be in their late 30′s or even their 40′s, but they looked like they were in their mid-twenties. There were three men, and two women in the group.

The first appeared to be the leader, which they called Lex. He was pretty, and very blonde – platinum blonde which I find is very rare to see – but I trust that this was his natural hair color. His hair was medium length, reaching just above his shoulders. Lex had chiseled-like-features, with round gray eyes that were intimidating, but gentle. He wore a little bit of black eyeliner, but I imagine this is a trend they do here – no matter how strange it is. The only flaw was his nose, which was crooked from the many times it had been broken. He was tan, and very muscular, especially his arms.

The next guy was a fellow named Zane, who was darker skinned then the others. He had long, black dreads that he wore up in a high ponytail, and I could see almost every inch of his ears were pierced. He had a triangular face, with full lips, and brown protruding eyes. He wore the strangest getup. His outfit consisted of camouflage pants, with black boots, and a black sleeveless jacket – no shirt underneath – showing off all his abs and pecs, and the protruding muscles God gave him.

Then there was one of the girls, which I think they mentioned her name was Adabelle, but she preferred to be called “Belle” for short like I prefer “Ella.” The girl was dazzling. I tell you, just standing next to her made me feel self-conscious. She was radiant. Belle had a diamond-shaped face, with natural (like Lex), platinum blonde hair that came to the center of her back. Also, like Lex, she had round, gray eyes. The nickname Belle suited her well. In French, Belle means “beauty” and this girl was the definition of that. The only thing that bothered me about her was that she didn’t smile. Not even at the jokes that the other Guardians threw around. She just seemed so...cold.

The fourth Guardian was another male, and he was just as sweet as can be. Unlike the others, Jairo was all crazy, dark hair, and laugh-lines. Jairo had an oval shaped face, with hair slicked back (with a hint of curls poking up here and there) that had silver highlights in the mix. His eyes were bright green, like the color of emerald. They were beautiful. Out of the guys he was the shortest, and not as bulky, but he was the most talkative of the bunch. The moment he stepped in the room, the first thing he said to me was, “Is you’re name Angel? Because you sure look like one.” And then he winked at me. It was adorable. He was jumpy, flirty, energetic, and seemed like a cool guy.

And last was Macy. Now in the group, Macy was definitely the shortest. Even standing next to me she only came to about my shoulders, and I’m 5′3 if that tells you anything. Macy wore brown shorts, with a green crop top, revealing her flat stomach, and pierced belly button. I didn’t agree with her apparel, since she was in God’s house, but it wasn’t any of my business to say anything. Her hair was dark, and cut short. She had a long face, with thin lips, and hazel, almond shaped eyes. And man, did she have killer eyelashes (they weren’t fake). She walked around and studied the room as I watched her.

These were the Guardians of Tenebrosus. The ones I’ll be living with until God tells me it’s time to go home. They were all friendly – Belle being the only exception – and easy to talk too, but I knew in my heart that none of them knew God like Nathanial and I.

This is your first task, that sweet small voice whispered to me. Walk in My footsteps and be a light to them. They will be mighty servants when they surrender to Me, but beware, the enemy will do everything in his power to keep that from happening. Don’t give up, for I have chosen you, My daughter, to guide them to Me.

While I was trying to digest God’s words, Macy – after circling the room three times – walked towards me, examining me from head to toe. I felt a little self-conscious as she looked me over, her expression unreadable. For some reason I found myself holding my breath.

Finally, Macy smiled and stretched out her hand to me. I took it without hesitation, trying to force a smile. “So, your Eriella, God’s prophetess! That’s pretty cool. Do you like living for God?”

“You guys can call me Ella if you want. It’s easier, and yes, I do.” Her question actually brought a real smile to my face. It was a question I could answer without hesitation, or out of awkwardness. “Without Him in my life it would just be bleak. He’s really helped me through some dark times.”

“What kind of dark times?” It was a simple question, but the moment she asked me, I found myself back in an upside-down car, crying and begging God to save me and my friends. The pain, and agony that came with the memory caused me to lose my smile. Macy quickly took notice of my discomfort. She patted my shoulder gently. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want too.”

I just nodded, feeling grateful. I have no regrets that I came back to Jesus, but the cost of what I had to go through and witness, I do regret. It will forever leave a scar on my heart.

Nathanial cleared his throat, seeking the Guardians attention. His face was gentle, but his eyes were stern as he eyed each and every one of them.

“I’m very grateful that you are willing to take Ms. Carter under your wing, but I must tell you that God has sent her here to bring back faith to the people in Somnium Lunae. She has a purpose, and He wants to see it through. I don’t know why the Lord wants her to stay with you, but I find it best not to question Him. Are any of you willing to go against God?”

Dang. Nathanial is not afraid to be straight forward.

Lex – who had been sitting comfortably on the love seat – suddenly stood up and bowed before Nathanial.

“We believe and respect God, and while we may not live according to His ways like you think we should, we are aware of His existence. I only speak for myself, but I will not stand in the way of what God wants to do. We will protect her – even if it costs us our lives.”

What he said really bothered me. I didn’t come here to have people die so I could live, but to help them find God. Even Jesus came to the world not to be served, but to serve others, and that’s what I want to do.

Once Lex was done speaking, he sat back down next to Belle, her face still cold, and emotionless. The girl looked like she was carved out of stone.

Nathanial, seeming pleased by Lex’s words said: “Then I leave her in your hands. May God be with all of you!”

As the Guardians were getting ready to leave, Jairo raised his hand in the air, like a student in school who wanted to ask a question.

Nathanial sighed, before nodding at him to speak.

“It’s a quick question. What do you all consider sinful? I know a few things, but I’m not at all familiar with God’s Word.”

I couldn’t help it. My mouth fell open once he finished speaking. I just couldn’t believe it. My dad is a Pentecostal Pastor. So, growing up, I knew more of God’s Word then most kids, but how many people in this world have grown up without the knowledge of God and His Scriptures? My heart broke for him. Jairo really didn’t know what he was missing.

Before Nathanial could get a word out, the Holy Spirit gave me what to say instead. I recognized the Scriptures. They were from Galatians. “It says in the Bible, ′Now the works of the flesh are evident, which are: adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lewdness, idolatry, sorcery, hatred, contentions, jealousies, outbursts of wrath, selfish ambitions, dissensions, heresies, envy, murders, drunkenness, revelries and the like.′ There is a lot in the Bible that talks about right and wrong, but that’s what the Holy Spirit gave me.” When I finished, Jairo and the others were gazing at me in amazement. Even Nathanial was astonished by my answer.

“Ok,” Jairo said. “But what about the Christians? How do you recognize them? How are they supposed to act? Because I’ve seen your people, and a lot of the times they’re no different than us in how they act.”

“You’ll recognize a Christian by their fruits. ’But the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.’”

“Well, I’ve met quite a few ‘so-called-Christians’ in my time,” Zane said tauntingly. “And I’ve not seen them do those things you just listed off. So, if they don’t have ‘fruits of the spirit’ they’re not considered Christians?”

Oooh. Good question, and not exactly an easy one to answer.

Just as I was about to let Nathanial answer this one, the Holy Spirit gave me the words to say, little-by-little.

“Listen, no one is perfect. We live in a world full of sin, and sin lives in us. We can be saved, and cleansed by the blood of Jesus, but it is in our nature to sin. That’s why we needed a Savior. He knows we can’t do right without Him. He gives us the strength to fight temptation, and helps us to ‘grow’ and bear good fruit. It’s all about process and being renewed in the mind, thinking more like God than that of the world. We can’t do it on our own. There are Christians that claim to have Jesus in them and really don’t. And I’m not going to lie, there are days I don’t portray the Father as I ought to. It’s hard to love someone when they’re picking a fight with you, or to have joy when everything around you is falling apart. Does that make them less of a Christian? No, it doesn’t. Don’t judge them. For you know not their hearts. You don’t know what they’re going through or what battle they’re fighting. Bear in mind, Christians have bad days too. That does not give them the excuse to treat others badly, but they are growing, and that takes time, because they’re human. We are supposed to set an example, and if some Christians in the past gave you a bad example, I’m sorry. I promise, not all of us are bad.”

They were all stunned by my reply, but I was relieved to find Zane smiling at me. I heard him murmur to Jairo, “I don’t think she’s a judgmental type.”

Whether I was meant to hear that or not, I was bothered by them. I wonder if somebody (as a Christian) gave them the wrong impression. Even back home you have those Christians that can be judgmental, but we’re not supposed to be. I felt bad. I wanted to tell Zane that not all Christians are like that, but Nathanial started talking before I could actually get the words out.

“Good answer,” Nathanial said. “You see this is why God has chosen her. She can be a guide for the people in Tenebrosus. Maybe even the people of Somnium Lunae."

“What is God planning on doing anyway?” It was the first time Belle had spoken since she entered the room. Her voice came out seething, and cold as she looked between Nathanial and me. “Why is He now making a move? Where was He ten years ago when Nervi broke out and killed half the population? What is so great about this prophetess?” She pointed at me harshly. Lex tried to calm her down by placing his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged him off.

“Because she is faithful in the Lord. We don’t know why God does the things He does, Belle. Nor will we ever understand, but God sees something in Ella that He is desiring to use to make a difference, and for that I trust Him.”

Belle opens her mouth, about to say something else, but goes quiet and leaves the room rather quickly. Lex follows after her, but not before stopping to give me an apologetic smile. The room was silent after they left.

I wonder what happened to Belle that caused her to be so angry at God. Sure, God allows things to happen, but it’s not His doing. Satan is the one that steals our joy, destroys lives, and kills people with diseases like cancer, or with that sickness called Nervi. It’s true that God has the power to stop it, but He doesn’t always do that. It says in His word “God gives and takes away.” So, what did God allow Satan to take away from Belle?