The Godless

Prologue: I stood on the only rock in the middle of the ocean and saw nothing around except the endless water. I couldn’t understand what the light was, engrossing the Sun. It came out of the ocean and gradually became larger and larger. The breeze with the water drops in it blew into my face, making my long hair fly back from my eyes. I felt every wave of the ocean, which collided with the rock, as a stroke on my chest, but tenderly, trying not to harm me. I felt the smell, the smell of pure water, speeding to me. The waves kept rising, leaving the rocks behind, and stretched to me, as if I were a king. I kept looking at them as if they were children, striving for their father, so that he could protect them with his body and strength. As if I saw their eyes full of fear. They feared somebody and sought protection in my arms. But I was motionless and looked and looked, and listened to them calling me. When the water reached my feet, everything became quiet and there was a feeling that time had stopped. I didn’t hear their sounds any more, there were no more waves, the wind didn’t blow into my face and my long hair slowly lay back on my shoulders. I saw with surprise that it was snow-white and smooth and it was shining with its bright light. Though it was beautiful, I saw that it was dead. I raised my hand to touch my hair, but my hand didn’t reach it. All that time I didn’t notice that my hands were pale and were covered with shiny but soft ice. Like soft crystal the ice covered all my body. I unbuttoned my shirt and saw my crystal breast. The water touched my feet. It wanted me to look at it. Looking down, I saw that it rose around me and invited me to touch it, to take it by the hand and follow it. For a fraction of a second I looked at it and thought, if I should consider its appeal, but finally, it could persuade me. When I touched it, everything plunged into darkness; everything vanished before my eyes, leaving me alone with uncertainty. Darkness is uncertainty, but there is a purpose in light, a purpose to which every living being stretches its hands. I didn't realize it them, but now I see it. I saw my aim, a feeble hardly visible light in the midst of darkness. I looked at my aim, gained courage and ran to it. But there was something that didn't let me reach it and touch the light. Something prevented me from passing the distance to my aim. I continued running, but whatever I did, however I tried, everything was useless. Then suddenly, as if the light itself got angry with the one who was holding me, and flared. In a second it reached me and from its brightness I opened my eyes. It was a dream. At that moment it seemed to be a simple dream of a simple man. I didn't know then that I freed myself from a spell, under which I had lived for many years without even realizing it. I had been a simple boy before, who didn’t know his aim, but now I know everything and I know for sure what I must do... The son of the rich businessman, trying to take in hand business of the father, face to face rises before unimaginable forces and in hope to save own life, forcedly escapes. Without knowing anything about the people pursuing him, he istrying to find the reason that created the situations and finding in himself supernatural forces. In this turmoil the guy has learned about the greatest mystery of the world and behind all war of angels begun.