Come Forth And Witness Our Rebirth : The Harbinger

Day 4,799, 16:13 • Published in Belgium Belgium • by Raskol the Righteous
As I look at their graves, I can hear the echoes of their laughs and their quarrels. Murmurs and whispers of what were once the rallying cries of a community.

"Why...Why me and not any one of them!"

I shout, falling on my knees and tearing the silence of this moonlit night. Moonlit night? No… this is not the moonlight bathing the back of neck. Before I could turn, something struck me…


...Or rather, the light took me. And I strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead and everyday was as long as a life-age of the New World. But it was not another end. I felt life in me again... for the third time.

"Raskol ?"

Something pushed me to slip this empty word out of my muzzle. Yes… That’s what they used to call me. Raskol The Malicious. That was my name.

"Raskol !"

This time, pronouncing this name on my own will.

"I am Raskol The Righteous. And I shall not be the last to be raised from the real-… from the dead."