Heaven 50 years after the Event
In a library tucked away in the deepest and furthest places in Heaven there is a story written down by a prophet who was easily forgotten, his favorite story is one hidden from the characters involved. It is too late for this story to really make a difference but it would help to get it off my chest. I didn't call the shots on this one, but if I did it wouldn't have gone much differently. I would love to tell you that the people I am about to write about are fiction, that I am making this up, maybe that I am having a bit of a break in my mental stability, but I was taught to never lie, so I shan't.
In a small town in the south west of America (the characters may be long gone but I must still respect their privacy) there were bigger than life things going on. Heaven was unstable, Hell was unstable, and Earth was unstable. A war was waging against the creatures above and below and, as war would have it, humans were caught in the cross fire. Demons had no care for the lowly beings and sadly angels were not nearly as caring as they should have been.
I will leave you with the thought, if this happened to them how many of you have had this story, these events happen to you?
The Event (50 years ago)
"We have lived here our whole lives; no I'm not going to be happy that we are moving!" Tuck had the same fight with his parents a million times but as always they weren't listening to a word he said. They said put a smile on your face and to imagine telling your kids one day that one of the first real highways was going right over your childhood home. Not the most exciting thing in my book by far. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the door not bothering wasting my breath on saying goodbye to my parents, they wouldn't listen anyway.
Grabbing my bike I rode over to Alex's house (he was always ready before Munch. Munch always insisted on "grabbing one more thing, you never know when you would need it") Thank God that Alex was home and waiting on his front porch for me to arrive, I might not have been able to bottle up this irritation if I had to hold it in for another minute. He looked interested in something sitting in his lap; it was brown and old looking. I startled me, Alex was known for just taking stuff and I was worried he would get in trouble and not be able to spend our last night together. He looked up, saw me, looked back down at the mystery item, sighed and grabbed his bike running down the hill from his house.
"Tuck! Look I found this yesterday in my backyard! Isn't it neat?" He was screaming down at me, holding the thing out with one hand and controlling his "Baby" (he calls it this trust me I do not).
I wanted to reply that I hadn't even seen it, but it was obviously rhetorical because he quickly went on with the thought.
"Yesterday, while packing up the toys in the backyard, but not the swings because my mom told me those are going to be really convenient later. But anyways, we were packing and in the dirt, by the swings, I found this! It gibberish to me but I have a feeling Munch will know what it is." We were speeding down the dirt paths at the time but he was still yelling and the entire neighborhood could probably hear him.
We didn't talk much on the way down the path to Munch's but I was already coming up with things that thing could be. A map was at the top of the list but I wasn't the smart one. Munch was the smart one, Alex was the confident and courageous one, and I seemed like a side character, even in the adventures I was a part of.
Luckily Munch was right outside his door ready for us. This was strange behavior but I guess when you are kicked out of your own life you aren't exactly going to be perfectly fine. He took his time getting to us; his house wasn't on the same hill as ours so he walked down the slight decline leisurely. He was a closet hoarder and his backpack was always stuffed with all the right stuff to help us with everything we needed. He peddled at the same pace he did anything, slow and on his own time. He loved us with his whole being but he had a funny way of showing it.
Alex handed Munch the paper when we got to the schoolyard and looked at him with eyes full of curiosity.
"It's a map. What are you doing with a map of the desert, and why did you write in big letters "this is where you need to go" in some language I've never seen before?"
"Munch how did you......" Alex and I said at the same time.
"I guessed but it really is a map of the desert."
Alex quickly said "Well let's go after it. Tomorrow on our last night, let us go out into the middle of the desert, trick our parents and not tell them where we are going, and find the thing this map I found in my backyard last night."
I was not the most excited but I never could say no to Alex. I was the one who followed him and I guess I'm okay with that for now.
"Sure that sounds like a good way to spend our last night together.
