Hadassah's Watchman Trilogy, Evangheline Farcas [red scrolls of magic .txt] 📗

with a cold chill.
“We believe what the Bible says,” he replied and tried to continue though the crowd was almost overshadowing his voice, “We do not force anyone to come into our church, they come by their own church. But if they do come and choose to call themselves Christians and participate in the leadership of the church they must abide by what the Word says. In the leadership of the church our leaders are not to get drunk, and their life style must be pure and pleasing to God.”
“So a leader in the church cannot lead a lifestyle that you deem impure to God, who are you to choose?” Yelled a woman with a screeching voice.
Ionatan did not respond in anger but waited for the room to quiet down before he continued, “I am nobody, I am a follower of Christ, and I do not choose His Word chooses.” his reply was quiet yet strong, somehow echoing across the room.
“So you condone hate?” another accused.
He shook his head sadly, “Nu, no! Never, none of us pretend to be better then each other, we hold each other accountable for our actions, if one is in the wrong we encourage one another so we do not fall in the wrong, and if we do fall in sin, then always there is someone to help direct and lift up and encourage. We do not condone hate, we do not hate this man caught in adultery, we pray for him and we had tried to council him in hopes to restore his family. We have made ourselves available to him both day and night in hopes that his own heart will be healed as well as that of his wife who still loves him deeply, in hopes that he changes so his children will not walk in absolute fear of him. We do not hate, but we do defend those who are weaker.” For a few long moments there was no reply.
“Then what is your answer to this lawsuit he brings against your church?” asked a man wearing a black suit, which Ionatan assumed was the man in question’s lawyer.
“If this Matei chooses to take us to court, it is his choice. We will defend his family as well as the church but hope and pray that he understands that we stand against him for the good of his family, not out of hate.” With that Ionatan left the podium, walked down the isle and out of the building into the stifling summer day.
Seraph saw all this and more. During the entire time, he had seen two angels on each side of Ionatan, their strong hands resting on his shoulders, when he had become weak with fear, they held him up in their strong arms.
Among the crowd the dark ones swept from one person to another whispering venomous words. The saddest sight of all was looking at Pastor Lucas, who sat in his own silent battle. On one side was a tall angel who’s wings were dipped in pure gold, it’s sward drawn pointing at the dark angel with wings just as big but of course dipped in blood. As the evil one bent to whisper in Lucas’s ears the tall Angel flashed his sward but the dark one blocked it, neither side was winning or loosing…. And so the choice of which master Lucas would serve was still not made.


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I was waiting for her to come out of her hotel suite ready to escort her to the music festival where she would soon meet the Prince, but I was not prepared for her to take my breath away.
Shyly she stepped out and let the door lock behind her, then she turned to me, her ebony eyes questioning.
I gave a slight laugh, “My dear Hadassah you are stunning!” I assured her.
She was dressed in a long royal blue gown that flowed about her each time she moved, it was simple yet intricate at the same time, as seen by the rose pattern in which her gown gathered on her right shoulder. As she giggled her queen Anne style blue earrings glittered as sunlight from the windows bounced on them.
Looking around unsure of herself she touched the matching necklace and began to fidget with it.
“Do not be afraid, you have nothing to fear, today you will meet the Prince that longs to call you friend.” I said to her as I led her outside into the waiting limousine.


CHPATER SIX


“There is this swelling tide of darkness sweeping not only across this country of refuge, but across the entire world.”
Hadassah’s dreamy smile faltered as my words seemed to deflate her.
As I was guiding her towards the assigned seats which were designated for honorary guests of the Royal Family she had been drinking in every single detail with a thirsty amazement. Where we were seated was a privileged section, as could be seen by the increased number of the Royal Guard. Hadassah openly stared with mouth agape at one the handsome Guards. In full uniform they were indeed beautiful to look at, they wore her favorite color, a deep, vibrant sapphire blue with white collars, white belt, white buttons and the pants were the same blue with white a white stripe running down on each side. Each guard had black shiny boots that came up to their knees, and the white helmet gave a perfect image of protection. Every single Guard stood straight and at full attention, lest any mischief would come about on their watch.
“Why do you say this?” she asked, her voice engulfed with worry.
I sighed, “More and more what is right is now deemed wrong, and wrong is fervently declared right, and so those who stand for what is truly right soon find themselves at a crossroad, in the end each one person must make their choice.”
She shook her head in frustration, “But why do you say this now?”
How could the battle that remained unseen to mortal eyes be explained to her? Even now as the Royal Family were being escorted down the isle and each person rose in honor, so much more was left unseen.
“Would that your eyes could see what I see, for though you see only people, normal people, escorting Royalty, these eyes of mine see beyond just that.” I explained pointing towards Her Majesty Queen Silvia.
Her eyes raised slightly in inquiry and I continued, “Next to Queen Silvia there is an angel with his sward drawn, he is splendid! The light that surrounds him consists of millions of indescribable colors, but the most vibrant are the violets, blues and the blinding unearthly white.” My words flowed at a rapid pace I could not slow, “Oh and his wings! They span out and reach at least seven or more feet above the ground, he is fearsome and if you were evil he would not only be fearsome but downright terrifying.”
Stopping for breath I studied Hadassah to see if she was comprehending, for it felt so wonderful to share with another human the splendor and horror of it all. She was indeed attentive, such a wonderful listener, eager to learn, and so I continued.
“His eyes, as the eyes of all angels are flaming blue, as the bluest part of a flame, which reflect the eyes of the Creator at all times. Each member of this privileged family has an angel near them at all times.”
“That’s beautiful, how utterly wonderful to be so protected,” she said with the wonder of a child.
Feeling a sad smile creep on my face I went on, “If that were all I saw all would be well, but there is a thick cloud of heinous creatures trailing not too far behind waiting, always waiting for an opportune time to strike in one way or another.”
“This is what you see all the time?” she asked.
“It’s a blessing, or maybe a curse, but no a blessing… it’s better to know and see when the enemy approaches, that is what I am, I am a Watchman and we watchmen are the first to sound the alarm.” I explained.
Already though her eyes were growing round, a glimmer of fear or perhaps nervousness filled them as she looked past me. Turning my head back to the isle I saw that the Royal family was making their way right to where we were sitting, Prince Carl Philip had already lain eyes on Hadassah an a controlled smile appeared on his face, though it was evident that it took much not to make that a full bright smile.
Hadassah nudged me, “What do I do? What do I say? Do they still curtsey to one another?” she whispered frantically.
Before I could reply the Prince had reached her side and she swallowed back her fear as much as she could and bowed her head slightly, uncertain if that was to be done.
He gathered her hand in his as if it was a delicate flower and raised it to his lips, the crowd nearest us seemed not to know how to react. I could see, and I smiled slightly at this, that some of the eligible young ladies had their jaws open both in shock and most certainly jealousy.
“This may sound cliché but I have waited a long time to finally introduce myself to you, as myself of course.” said the Prince in a breezy voice.
For a brief moment Hadassah seemed lost unable to respond, yet somehow she smiled and found her voice, “Your Majesty I am honored that you took notice of me, as if I am anything more then just another girl in this beautiful land.”
The Queen and King smiled along with the Crown Princess and her sister, seemingly approving of her humble answer and again I smiled, more then a little proud as I would be had I ever had a daughter.
The Prince would have responded, but music started to play sweetly and all faced the stage that had been set.
“We will speak more I assure you after the music festival,” he whispered in her ear and she blushed turning a deep rose color that looked enchanting against her smooth pale skin and dark flowing hair.
Patriotism was evident on each face as the National Anthem began with a classical piano making the sweet notes flow through the open air, and as music always did, it caused a wondrous peace to surge through me.
“Du gamla, Du fria, Du fjallhoga nord
Du tysta, Du glad Erika skona!”

The words indeed were beautiful even by themselves, translated the meaning would have come to this: Thou ancient, thou free, thou mountainous north… In beauty and peace our hearts beguiling…
If peace would only remain in this land I thought as I rose my voice to join in song sending the Dark Ones far from us… at least for a time, a short, short time.


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“Dear Hadassah, you cannot imagine the how Carl has gone on and one about you, for four years now!” Crown Princess Victoria said in a bright voice.
We were now in the heart of Drottningholm Palace outside of Stockholm seated comfortably in a library filled with hundreds if not thousands of books. It was a bright heavenly room painted all white, each bookcase was built into the walls and at the top as well as in between the bookcases there were gold