“It was a young world, the number of the sun rising and falling still a manageable figure for anyone who cared about such things. Threads of its birth still lingered, branching out in any number of ways to remind those who paid attention to what once was and how quickly things had gone awry. It should also be a foreshadowing for those who are looking. But is it ever possible to learn from our past in order to avoid a similar future?
“The chapters have been written and are there for our perusal. But there is little interest anymore as to the past, and there is little interest in reading and certainly not in study. Not flashy enough, I suppose. Not relative enough is another possible argument. But whatever the reason, the failure to do so will be their undoing—your undoing. The world today is not so much different from the world back then. The same bright spots glisten in both eras. The same darkness hovers as well. Success and failures mirror from one age to the next. But there are some things dark and hidden, pushed away into recesses of dusty pages of our past, that have yet to reappear and make their mark on the day in which we live. These are sinister revelations that are fearfully difficult for the mind to comprehend. The horror of it pushes our thoughts away, saying stay away, stay away, and save yourself from knowing of the inevitable. But to do so prevents us from the opportunity to prepare for what is sure to come.
“Are you counted among those who would turn your back on the past, and in doing so ignore the future that runs toward you with gaping jaws of savage teeth? Do you count yourselves as one of the educated and the enlightened who are so blinded to the truth by the deception of your own upbringing and education? You, knowing the failings, the fallacies, and the folly of man, how can you then place your destiny in their hands? Society is broken. Politics is broken. Every system that a human being has ever put into place has finally reached that point on entropy’s curve—that critical stage where every future movement is one of decay and decline.
“That is where you stand now.”
That was where Jared stood as he listened.
It was, as Landel said, difficult to hear. A few times, he walked over to his motorcycle, his hands taking hold of the grips. The thought of escape dared him to get on, start the engine and take off for the horizon. Yet something held him back as he released the grips and stood back.
There was a ring of truth in what he was saying. He didn’t know how his family’s troubles fit into what he was saying, and he wasn’t certain he wanted to know. Exposure to the truth, if what Landel was saying was true, would change everything. He knew that even now, questioning his resolve, trembling where he stood.
He had, for some time, lived happily in the lie that revolved around his family. The lie that was placed at his grandmother’s feet, accepted by law enforcement, county, and state officials, had by now become second-hand knowledge. There had been no questioning of his grandmother’s guilt. She was crazy, after all.
Now—he didn’t know. And even that tiny bit of knowledge, that of his ignorance, frightened him more than he would have imagined. He looked over at Landel, standing on the far side of the barn, stripes of sunshine on his face and chest. He hadn’t moved. Jared wasn’t even sure if he blinked, unnerving in and of itself.
Leaving the motorcycle behind, Jared walked warily toward the stranger, his eyes on the dirt floor. With every step, he felt the urge to run, but curiosity had the better of him and pulled him onward. Soon he stood in front of the stranger. Jared tilted his head up and looked into Landel’s eyes. Jared’s eyes met no twinkle or wink; they did not see a glimmer or a twitch. But what Jared did see was deep and rich, filled with wonder. It was a moment in their relationship where a special bond was made, not one born from love or friendship but brought to life by fearful awe.
“Are you ready?” Landel asked.
Jared’s answer began with a nervous nod. It finished with his words. “I want to know everything.”
This story of Fallen One, is a first draft. I encourage anyone to provide comments, make suggestions, and point out problems.
The need to hear the truth has started to outweigh the fear of hearing it for Jared.
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