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By the Light of the Moon Chapter 3 Part 1

Buddamoose
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5/20/2013 10:22:27 PM
Posted: 3 years ago
Ch. 1: http://www.debate.org...
Ch. 2 Part 1: http://www.debate.org...
Ch. 2 Part 2: http://www.debate.org...
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The wind swept the snow on the ground up in torrents, biting into his face, numbing it from the intense cold. It was dusk, the moon rising above the large field, as he gazed from the edge of the forest. The entire scene was surreal. The world appeared as if it were being viewed from a perspective that was foreign to him.

He saw a deer dash across the snow covered field off in the distance. He could, wait! He could actually hear its hooves kicking up the snow. Despite the large distance he heard it as if he were riding on top of it, like it were a horse. Sitting there, he watched the moon rise slowly into the night sky, basking the surroundings in a pale glow.

Silence once more permeated throughout the night, nary a sound was to be heard. A light snow began to fall, and the moon passed behind the clouds, darkness spreading over the field, clouding it in perpetual shadow. Suddenly off in the distance he heard someone, something approaching through the field.

His guard raised, ready to run at a moments notice, when he saw them. A pair of yellow eyes, glowing as of their own accord, stick out from the shadow. His eyes widened in shock, as once more the wolf from before came into view. It was slowly meandering its way forward, staring at him the entire time. Their gazes locked onto each other.

It stopped and sat, continuing to stare. He opened his mouth to speak, but, not a word came out... For minutes the two sat there, staring, until finally the white wolf gave out a low growl, and turned around. He remained motionless, unsure of what to do.

The white wolf stopped, and turned around, growling again. Its eyes beckoning, no pulling him to his feet, compelling him to follow. He wanted to resist, but it was as if there was a magnetic force drawing him forward, as if he had no choice in the matter of following...

The wolf once more turned around, and dissapeared into the shadow. He followed not far behind, unable to see it in the darkness, but able to hear its steps as it padded through the snow, across the field. For how long he followed he was unsure of exactly. They walked, one behind the other, through the field, into the forest on the other side.

The landscape was a clear example of natures divine beauty. He was in awe of how seemingly perfect this rugged, untarnished terrain was. Untouched by human hands, him likely the first person to walk in these areas since the forest was born.

A howl rang in the distance, from the direction they were now walking towards. Dichotomous to the near utter silence that was a seeming constant. He stopped, wary of it, not wanting to walk towards the ominous howl. The white wolf appeared once more when he stopped, growling again, beckoning him forward once more.

They walked once more, until finally they approached a cave entrance. It was pitch black inside of it, not a glimmer of the moons pale light able to penetrate within. The white wolf moved into the cave, disappearing quickly and completely into the darkness, seemingly stopping to exist entirely.

He was rooted in place at the entrance, fighting the urge to follow, not wanting to, fighting with every fibre of his being, trying to turn around and walk away. He had an ominous feeling about this, there was something he did not want to know inside there, some deep dark secret hidden within. The white wolf appeared once more, silently staring at him for a few moments. Their gazes locked, and as if of its its own accord, completely in conflict with his consciousness, he walked forward. The white wolf once more turned around, disappearing again into the gloom.

He was unable to see anything, only able to follow by sound. Water could be heard flowing, dripping, a musty mossy smell permeated the cave. For an eternity they walked, as he fought back the panicked feeling of claustrophobia, until, suddenly, he entered a cavern.

There was a large gap in the ceiling, allowing the moons light to penetrate within, bathing the cavern in an ethereal glow. In the center, there was a pool of water. He stopped, looking around examining the cavern. There were strange runes and symbols nearly completely covering the walls, and they seemingly gave off a light all their own.

He had never seen such writing before, and was unsure if anyone else had either. Then he saw them, a pack of wolves sat across the pool of water, all staring at him. Their gazes burning into him, cutting into his very soul. The white wolf had stopped a few feet from him, and was looking at him as well, yellow eyes shining brightly.

It looked at the pool of water, then back at him. He understood the meaning perfectly, it wanted him to look into the pool. The core of his being screamed, cried, against the notion, but he had no choice. Painfully, achingly slow step by slow step he approached the pool. Until he stood next to it.

He fought the urge to look down, resisting it with all his will, instead fixing his gaze upon the pack that had taken up position across it. He looked up, the moon, round and full, clearly visible through the large cap in the ceiling of the cavern.

Suddenly one of the wolves across the pool raised its head up toward the full moon, and let loose a deafening, soul wrenching howl. The rest followed suit, as the cavern rang deafeningly with the chorus of their howls, echoing off the walls.

It was as if that was a signal for him finally look down, and gaze into the pool of water. His mind could not process what he saw when he did. It was in a complete state of shock. It was, was he really seeing this? Staring back at him, his own, no it couldn't be his own reflection, it just couldn't be, was a wolf, pure black fur with a pair of bright, glowing red eyes...
"Reality is an illusion created due to a lack of alcohol"
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"You were the moon all this time, and he was always there to make you shine."

"Was he the sun?"

"No honey, he was the darkness"

-Kazekirion
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5/25/2013 2:10:44 AM
Posted: 3 years ago
At 5/20/2013 10:22:27 PM, Buddamoose wrote:
Ch. 1: http://www.debate.org...
Ch. 2 Part 1: http://www.debate.org...
Ch. 2 Part 2: http://www.debate.org...
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The wind swept the snow on the ground up in torrents, biting into his face, numbing it from the intense cold. It was dusk, the moon rising above the large field, as he gazed from the edge of the forest. The entire scene was surreal. The world appeared as if it were being viewed from a perspective that was foreign to him.

He saw a deer dash across the snow covered field off in the distance. He could, wait! He could actually hear its hooves kicking up the snow. Despite the large distance he heard it as if he were riding on top of it, like it were a horse. Sitting there, he watched the moon rise slowly into the night sky, basking the surroundings in a pale glow.

Silence once more permeated throughout the night, nary a sound was to be heard. A light snow began to fall, and the moon passed behind the clouds, darkness spreading over the field, clouding it in perpetual shadow. Suddenly off in the distance he heard someone, something approaching through the field.

His guard raised, ready to run at a moments notice, when he saw them. A pair of yellow eyes, glowing as of their own accord, stick out from the shadow. His eyes widened in shock, as once more the wolf from before came into view. It was slowly meandering its way forward, staring at him the entire time. Their gazes locked onto each other.

It stopped and sat, continuing to stare. He opened his mouth to speak, but, not a word came out... For minutes the two sat there, staring, until finally the white wolf gave out a low growl, and turned around. He remained motionless, unsure of what to do.

The white wolf stopped, and turned around, growling again. Its eyes beckoning, no pulling him to his feet, compelling him to follow. He wanted to resist, but it was as if there was a magnetic force drawing him forward, as if he had no choice in the matter of following...

The wolf once more turned around, and dissapeared into the shadow. He followed not far behind, unable to see it in the darkness, but able to hear its steps as it padded through the snow, across the field. For how long he followed he was unsure of exactly. They walked, one behind the other, through the field, into the forest on the other side.

The landscape was a clear example of natures divine beauty. He was in awe of how seemingly perfect this rugged, untarnished terrain was. Untouched by human hands, him likely the first person to walk in these areas since the forest was born.

A howl rang in the distance, from the direction they were now walking towards. Dichotomous to the near utter silence that was a seeming constant. He stopped, wary of it, not wanting to walk towards the ominous howl. The white wolf appeared once more when he stopped, growling again, beckoning him forward once more.

They walked once more, until finally they approached a cave entrance. It was pitch black inside of it, not a glimmer of the moons pale light able to penetrate within. The white wolf moved into the cave, disappearing quickly and completely into the darkness, seemingly stopping to exist entirely.

He was rooted in place at the entrance, fighting the urge to follow, not wanting to, fighting with every fibre of his being, trying to turn around and walk away. He had an ominous feeling about this, there was something he did not want to know inside there, some deep dark secret hidden within. The white wolf appeared once more, silently staring at him for a few moments. Their gazes locked, and as if of its its own accord, completely in conflict with his consciousness, he walked forward. The white wolf once more turned around, disappearing again into the gloom.

He was unable to see anything, only able to follow by sound. Water could be heard flowing, dripping, a musty mossy smell permeated the cave. For an eternity they walked, as he fought back the panicked feeling of claustrophobia, until, suddenly, he entered a cavern.

There was a large gap in the ceiling, allowing the moons light to penetrate within, bathing the cavern in an ethereal glow. In the center, there was a pool of water. He stopped, looking around examining the cavern. There were strange runes and symbols nearly completely covering the walls, and they seemingly gave off a light all their own.

He had never seen such writing before, and was unsure if anyone else had either. Then he saw them, a pack of wolves sat across the pool of water, all staring at him. Their gazes burning into him, cutting into his very soul. The white wolf had stopped a few feet from him, and was looking at him as well, yellow eyes shining brightly.

It looked at the pool of water, then back at him. He understood the meaning perfectly, it wanted him to look into the pool. The core of his being screamed, cried, against the notion, but he had no choice. Painfully, achingly slow step by slow step he approached the pool. Until he stood next to it.

He fought the urge to look down, resisting it with all his will, instead fixing his gaze upon the pack that had taken up position across it. He looked up, the moon, round and full, clearly visible through the large cap in the ceiling of the cavern.

Suddenly one of the wolves across the pool raised its head up toward the full moon, and let loose a deafening, soul wrenching howl. The rest followed suit, as the cavern rang deafeningly with the chorus of their howls, echoing off the walls.

It was as if that was a signal for him finally look down, and gaze into the pool of water. His mind could not process what he saw when he did. It was in a complete state of shock. It was, was he really seeing this? Staring back at him, his own, no it couldn't be his own reflection, it just couldn't be, was a wolf, pure black fur with a pair of bright, glowing red eyes...

Very well written Buddamoose!! Still waiting for the next part :)
"We conclude that our salvation is of The Lord. He is the One who regenerates us. Those whom He regenerates come to Christ. Without regeneration no one will ever come to Christ. With regeneration no one will ever reject Him. God's saving grace effects what He intends to effect by it. ~ R. C. Sproul