The Beginning

Clay Waking Up To A Nightmare In Time Waking to a light mist brushing against my face and a bed of grass beneath me was not what I expected.  When I went to sleep it was in my bed.  I had spent that evening in my apartment, and […]

After eating I couldn’t sleep at first.  Exhaustion finally took over, yet it was not a normal sleep.  I had weird dreams.  In my dream I saw a room which had a brilliant light at its center.  Around this center was like a rainbow of colors.

I came to get along well with Japeth and his sons Gomer, Magog, and Javan.  We would often hunt together in the north.  Magog was a bit of a troublemaker though and would pick on his cousins relentlessly.  In total Japeth would have seven sons.

I had come to accept that I was not going home any time soon.  Near one hundred and fifty years had passed since I met Noah and his sons.  Their sons now also had young great grandchildren.  The numbers of mankind were growing quickly.

After our return to the farm we loaded all the supplies into storage.  While there were more lumber resources in the surrounding area than in past years, the wood from the ark was superior for building needs. 

As the grandsons of Noah grew so did their families.  Some would spread to surrounding regions and begin a subculture of their own.  Many were less than a weeks ride away, but every family has differences and needs room to grow.  We did hear of a few which

It was on one of those cool early mornings that I saw Noah walking up to my little storage shack.  I never moved out of the thing even though they offered something better.  It became like my little apartment.

I will never forget the night I woke to hearing wailing.  It shook me out of my sleep and sent a cold chill down my spine.  At first I thought ghosts or something were coming but it was the sound of women crying.

After we arrived back at the farm each respective member of the three families began to gather and pack their things.  No time was being wasted.  A sense of urgency was in the air.

As Nimrod rode up to us he was laughing.  “Hello uncle.  I never expected you to try and sneak by without paying tribute.”  I knew this could be dangerous.