The Cursed Race

           The cool night air of the desert had a clean smell to it as it wafed across their faces. "I can see now why the nomadic people liked living out here. It's a wide open country and it hardly has any type of polution problem to speak of, and just look at how clear the sky is," Jim commented as a shooting star raced across the sky and disappeared on the horizon.

            "Reminds me of the deseert of New Mexico," Paul said as they strolled across the compound. The light from the lanterns cast an orange glow on the sand and made shadows on the uneven surface.

             "I think that we can now see why the desert is sometimes called a sea of sand. By the way it lays, it reminds you of waves on the ocean by it's expance, and in it's own way it seems to be rolling," Jim said as they arrived back at the mess tent.

             "Well, it's been an enjoyable time, but it's going on ten, so I think that we'll turn in. We'll see all of you later," Al said, as her and Nancy walked off toward their tent. Dan, Paul and Bibbi told them good night as Jim and Alice started for theirs.

             "Tomorrow will be a busy day, so everyone get a good nights sleep. We'll see you all in the morning," Jim said.

               The night winds blew gently through the palm trees, making them sway to the left and right as wispy clouds scurried across the face of the full moon, which lit up the surrounding desert for several miles in all directions. The carvan had made good time that day, almost twenty miles, before it came across this oasis. There were date palms and a small watering hole to replenish their water supply and to water the animals.

              A group of nomadic tribesmen walked over to where Jim, Al and the others were, and bowed themselves to them. Jim and those with him returned the greeting by doing the same, as if they had done it all their lives. The leader of the nomads came up and kissed each one on the cheek, which they also did to him, and bowed again to each other.

               Turning around to the rest of his group, the leader shouted to them to come into the camp, for they were among friends. Turning to Jim, he spoke in the Akkadian dialect which was prevalent to that region, and asked, "Have you and your group met the One who is eternal?", to which Jim answered he had, and told him that the others that were with him also knew the One that he had spoken about. The man smiled and bowed himself again to Jim.

                "Where have you came from, my brother," Jim asked him.

                 "My name is Eber, and we have come many miles to see you, for you are the ones that have been chosen to show and tell the world, which has still many unbelievers, about the ones that were called Geber in our tongue, for they were giants, and we fought and defeated them because the Great One, who is called the Creator, was with us in the battles that we had with them, and by His might and power He led us to victory, because these were the accursed ones who came from the union of the daughters of men with the sons of God before the deluge," He said.

           "These are also the same ones that, as they had sinned against mankind, they also sinned against all the animals, and the beasts and the fishes. These remains that the so called scientists find in your time and say that they are the remains of ape men, which they say were the ancestors of modern men and call them the missing link, are totally false, because the fallen ones mated with apes and gorillas which is why they have found those skeletel parts. Woe unto them for their unbelief. The two that were defeated here you have already found, and by the Creators guidence you will take what is left of them and show to the world what these beings were like and how they died the death of a dog, because that's what they were in the eyes of the Creator.