The Trilogy Continues…
“For God has purpose by agreeing to give the beast their power to rule, until God’s words are fulfilled. Rev. 17:17
Materiality: A blessing all its own.
Spirit-Demons play in fire
hoping for cremation.
In the terror of their immortality
they envy dying men.
In the days prior to the Liberation,
Dreamer would have been terrified
by the leering Hater. Now he was
amazed that the aggressor’s grin
left him unafraid. The Hater’s sword
was twice the size of his, but he
drew his own blade and stepped
the thirsty distance to his foe. The
Hater swung. Then the smaller
swordsman hurled his steel in a
direct arc that would have hit the
Hater’s armor. The sound of
clanging steel resounded through
the streets. Each stalked the other.
Again their blades resounded as
Dreamer slowly weakened.
Suddenly Ansond bolted through
the smoke, calling to the Hater,
“Come! Leave the Dreamer! Your
wounded shoulder still seeps my grudge.”
“Not before I finish with this
miner,” the Prince of Mirrors cried.
He followed his defiance with a
question, “Is Elan dead?”
“The planet’s dead!” cried Ansond,
“and Elan with it. He fell in flame
from a slaughtered Vollkon.”
“He died wearing my face,” mused
the World Hater,”…but no matter, I have his.”
Terra died because it wore your
face,” Ansond interrupted.
Gesturing to the flames the Hater
cried, “Look, Ansond! I have laid to
rest Earthmaker’s hope and smashed
his finest work of art. Behold the
power of hate!” He laughed.
Dreamer watched the unfolding
conflict Suddenly he was dazzled
by blinding intensity. Light-Raider
bolted through the wall of flame.
Ashes formed whirlwinds beneath
his hooves. The Singer came.
“It is your final moment!” called
“Perhaps,” the Dark Prince said.
“The planet burns and the flames
spread. Perhaps the seas themselves
shall erupt in flame,” he laughed.
Indeed they will,” the Troubadour
agreed. “Hate sometimes has
a fiery end before it is absorbed in
The old antagonists faced each
other as the Troubadour continued.
“My Father-Spirit loved this place
and the men he made to live here.
“Now…” He seemed choked by the
declaration. “Now…both his
world and men are gone.”
“I told you I would win,” sneered
the World Hater. “I warned you
at the wall. The fight was fair. Now
see the ash can of your artisty.”
“You have not won…Look!”
Ansond sent his mount through
the wall of flame. The fire fell back.
Low in the night sky flew Terra
Two. It had grown since it floated
upward from the saddle shelf a few
The Troubadour smiled. “In only
three hours comes the midnight of
this planet. Terra One will die!
But even as it falls the sky will be
filled with the growing hope of
Terra Two. It is a world that you
will never enter, World Hater.”
“You cannot kill me, nor control
me. I go to any world I wish. I once
brought civil war to Lifeland itself.
Have you forgotten?” The Prince
of Mirrors sneered at the world
growing above the flames.
Invictrix soared abruptly back
through the flames and settled
suddenly. Surprised, the Dark Prince
stumbled backward and fell
ingloriously to the charred ground.
He looked up at Ansond who trailed
a long chain of heavy links.
Light-Raider pawed the earth and
it opened in an awesome rift. From
the great scar the Hater could hear
the moaning from the Canyon of the
“No…no!” carried the World Hater.
The Singer leapt from Light-Raider.
The ancient struggle began again in
fury. Hate tore at Love for the
remaining hours. Terr Two loomed
larger and larger until it filled the
sky. Close to midnight, the World
Hater in desperation flung his
sword at the Troubadour.
The Golden Knight now entered
into the struggle. He grasped the
discarded sword and wielded it to
split away the Hater’s torn and
Evil stood naked.
Ansond knew he could not put an
end to the evil prince with the
sword, for they had both been made
to live forever. So he took the
chain and wound it round the
Hater’s wounded body.
The Hater cursed the Singer and
his Golden Knight and poured his
scorn on Terra Two.
Dreamer beheld the final moments
of the ancient struggle. The World
Hater would live forever but never
move again. He would hate but
never enter Terra Two.
Invictrix nudged him toward the
Great rift. Over and over he rolled.
At the edge of the crevasse Invictrix
nudged him one more time. He
tumbled into the abyss and
The ground closed.
Dreamer followed Ansond and the
Troubadour back to the waiting
army. The soldiers like himself
were all unharmed.
The War of Fire was over.
The Singer led the Army of Liberation
back upon the sky way.
At midnight the two worlds collided.
Terra one split away and then
dissolved. Terr Two rolled on in
“But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.” Mark 13:32