A Prophecy Begins
“How do you know me?” Gabriel started.
“Gabriel, I’m the librarian. There is so much more I know.” The librarian continued. “I know your stance on the war. I know how much you’ve followed the politics behind the war and that you have a desire to help in some way, so long as it would keep you safe.”
The librarian began to speak more quickly to do his best to keep Gabriel in his attention. “This is going to be a lot to grasp, Gabriel, and I don’t expect you to believe me.” The librarian paused, grasped the eyes of Gabriel intently as if to pull him closer. “I can organize history and separate the legend. I can provide you with abundance of knowledge. I can introduce you into the network of truth. For these reasons, I am the librarian. But more importantly, these tools can help you to help us win this war, without the destruction of our world as we know it; as in Revelations.”
The librarian swiped a bible as if from nowhere into both his hands, grinned and extended the book inches from Gabriel’s face. Gabriel could smell the large book that floated before him, held by the black gloved hands of the librarian.
“You don’t know me, and I didn’t come here for your testament or your poor attempt to drag me into your church.” He brushed aside the book along with the librarian and began for the stairs, tossing his empty coffee cup to the trash.
As Gabriel passed the librarian spoke to him. “This war will not be won through the church, Gabriel. The politics won’t allow it. You and I know that. When you’re ready to go in the right direction, then perhaps you’ll send yourself another appointment.”
With this, Gabriel gave one last glance to the librarian over his shoulder, but he was no longer to be seen.
“Gabriel, I’m the librarian. There is so much more I know.” The librarian continued. “I know your stance on the war. I know how much you’ve followed the politics behind the war and that you have a desire to help in some way, so long as it would keep you safe.”
The librarian began to speak more quickly to do his best to keep Gabriel in his attention. “This is going to be a lot to grasp, Gabriel, and I don’t expect you to believe me.” The librarian paused, grasped the eyes of Gabriel intently as if to pull him closer. “I can organize history and separate the legend. I can provide you with abundance of knowledge. I can introduce you into the network of truth. For these reasons, I am the librarian. But more importantly, these tools can help you to help us win this war, without the destruction of our world as we know it; as in Revelations.”
The librarian swiped a bible as if from nowhere into both his hands, grinned and extended the book inches from Gabriel’s face. Gabriel could smell the large book that floated before him, held by the black gloved hands of the librarian.
“You don’t know me, and I didn’t come here for your testament or your poor attempt to drag me into your church.” He brushed aside the book along with the librarian and began for the stairs, tossing his empty coffee cup to the trash.
As Gabriel passed the librarian spoke to him. “This war will not be won through the church, Gabriel. The politics won’t allow it. You and I know that. When you’re ready to go in the right direction, then perhaps you’ll send yourself another appointment.”
With this, Gabriel gave one last glance to the librarian over his shoulder, but he was no longer to be seen.
