~The Story~
Even as I sit here writing, some of the events don't seem real to me.  Others... I'm not ashamed to say, are so real that I still awake crying like a child from a nightmare.
It was like...

The blinding light began to fade leaving only the afterimage of blackness  in my vision, and a stain upon my soul darker than the darkest night -   and all the while...

The deafening roar howled in my head, screaming in my mind the words of despair and hopelessness; of insanity and pain; of terror and relentless  torment.   Melting, my flesh peeling and splitting, dropped from me like  wax from candle.  Screaming. I can't say whether it was in   my mind then anymore than it is now.
The words - these words which I  now must share with those of you who remain: Most importantly - to   those who will come.   These words to help Them remain.    For there were nine arose upon the lands

   Three arose from under .
   The mighty seas did boil
   In anger did they turn to red.
   Blood of men.
   Blood of women.
   Blood of children.
   Blood of creatures.
   Torn asunder

   The land spewed forth in violent throws
   Three creatures from the earth.  A blight.  A curse and Pestilence.
   Disease and famine with murderous intent.

   Cries of men.
   Cries of women.
   Cries of children.
   Death and Plunder

   From the sky rained peril upon the lands
   Three beings clad in fire.
   Lightning flashed and rent the night.
   From the sky the sun did scorch the lands
   The taunting of the clouds.
   From the sky the wind tore up the earth

   Shattered hope.
   Shattered life.
   Shattered Time.

   Death of men.
   Death of women.
   Death of children.

   DEATH OF ALL

For many days I was unable to sleep without waking up screaming in terror. I lay ill for many weeks afterwards.  Unable to understand this vision I began my journey to the sacred groves.  I have visited the holy  temples and many famous Seers in the land.  There are no answers!   There is only conquest!! Tormented, I sought the Ancient Tomes, the writings of the wise.  There are only more questions!  There is no peace!!  Deep within a valley, within the lands of a wise and long-lived race, I came upon a field of power.  I know not what else to call it.  The air was humming and glowing with a pulse of incredible power.  In the midst of the field was fire with flames like diamonds - both beautiful and terrible to behold. From the midst of the flame there came a voice.  The voice seemed to shake the earth.

                         ENTER AND BEHOLD MORTAL!

With great fear I stepped into the glittering flames.  The world spun in a sickening kaleidoscope of color.   I found myself standing in a void - a world of nothingness.   After what seemed to me to be an eternity the voice spoke once more.

WHAT DO YOU SEE MORTAL?!?

As I was about to speak, my mind seemed to explode!

DO NOT SPEAK MORTAL!!!

BEHOLD!!!

As I waited in silence the gray nothingness swelled to blinding whiteness. A Glorious Being appeared and I was unable to look upon him for the glorious aura that shone about his person.

I AM KNOWN BY MANY NAMES MORTAL!

YOU WILL KNOW ME AS MORPHY!

There was then a deafening silence.
~Now, to the rest of the story.~..
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