Winter was over when John dropped like a beaming light on Japan’s soil. The pink cherry blossoms flourished everywhere and it was magnificently beautiful. The ambience of the surrounding was colorful. The mountains snowcap and the icy rivers melted as the sun shone its beaming smile to say hello to once filled snowy side of Japan. The birds spread their lofty wings in the sky. John said to himself, “Spring is here.” He hid his feathery white velvet wings behind him to conceal from the onlookers. As he strode to Khail’s mansion, flashback of memories beckoned him. The atmosphere had a nostalgic effect on him. He was 4 years when the World War II ended in 1945. His father, Zar decided to see the pervasive extent of wreckage that wrought Japan and he tagged John along with him.
John saw that the war conjured a devastating effect to Japan. All John saw was flattened Japan. A total of 3 million people were killed and wreckage many cities to ashes. 9 million were homeless. It may take years for Japan to restore the once called economic tiger in Asia from the ruins and rubbles. The outcome of the war made Ayumi, his mother hysterical although her parents and relatives were safe in the invincible dwelling built by Zar in the Himalayan Mountains. On the other hand, his father was berserk of the devastation brought by the war. The use of high tech weapons such as atomic bomb claimed lives and limbs, especially innocent children. The human lives that God dearly created in his own image and likeness could be destroyed by human beings also brought about by selfishness, deceit and greed for power. The lives that they cherubim had once watched on earth have become evils too. John saw his father grieved of the outcome of the war. At this point too, John saw his father clenched his fists, the veins in his hands protruding as though they were going to spur blood then suddenly Zar was airborne. His wings spread like parachute. Zar was petulantly cursing in the air. John could not decipher any. It was a divine language stating that it was right time to dig the richest in the world - to the Temple of Nowhere.
After measuring the intensity of war, Zar flew to Colorado Valley to meet Khail. Zar brought John with him. It took pretty fast for Zar to travel Colorado from Japan. They travel at the blink of an eye. They flew above the rainstorm and the roaring of the winds. When they reached Colorado, USA, they dropped like a cannon ball and landed safely in front of Khail’s house. Khail loved the scenery in Colorado Valley – the Rocky Mountains, the forest and the meadows. Khail’s residence was decorated with shrubs, flowers of different species and plants. His house was a canopy of old Spanish architecture made of bricks and stones. Meaning to say, the house was more of an old fashioned but the interior of the house were well equipped aesthetically awesome concept of modern furnishings, fixtures and gadgets. Khail and his family were once residing in Colorado Valley. He left that place after the death of his wife, Cassandra to bury the forlorn memories.
“We are going to discuss a strategy on how to get the hidden treasure to help the restoration of this world from the wreckage of war and before it is too late for us. I can sense that there will be one from the lineage of Amon who will wage war at us and use these richest for destruction again which I don’t want to happen in the future,” uttered Zar.
The Temple of Nowhere was located hundred feet below the Red Sea. The front door was guarded with a giant venomous sea snake Hydrophiinae. Inside, the temple were demons swarming and swirling in black shadows ready to grab their first victim who attempted to get hold of the richest. No man yet had any pusillanimous knowledge of the hidden treasures except the lineage of Amon, August. Amons' great grandson August had the "Riddle of the Rebellion" written in the papyrus. August didn't know how to interpret the riddle because it was written in angelic language.
The long time buddies met and they embraced each other. Both their physical appearance and structure were robust and virile. Their transformation to human beings was divinely mystical. When they talked it was sort of combination of Hebrews, Arabic & English but mostly of the language of angels. It was the first time John met Khail's sons. Khail introduced John to his three sons, Mikhael, 18 years old; Darwin was 15 and Stephen was 10. They instantly like each other. They sat in a dark brown couch and listened attentively to what their parents were discussing. Although they were of young age, they possessed powers. They were involved in the treasure hunting expedition.
“Did you get my message?” Zar asked. Zar was referring to the message relayed through mental telepathy.
“Yes, I did,” answered Khail.
“Yes, I did,” answered Khail.
The sooner the better digging the mine in the pit,” Khail muttered.
"They both spread the map of the Red Sea on the wooden table. “You see, it is somewhere here,” Zar lamented and he marked X with a pencil. “My photographic memory knows it is here, Pi Hahiroth. We, fallen angels built the temple between Pi Hahiroth and Baal Zephon and put the treasures there. Then we buried the temple under the sea beyond the eyes and knowledge of mankind. We know that this place embarks a biblical history where Moses had to free the Israelites from the tyrannical Pharaoh, Raamses by crossing the Red Sea. Between you and me and our bloodlines, the crossing of the Red Sea signifies the restoration of the earth from war and bondage of poverty," said Zar.
“We have then to consider Egypt as the landmark of the jumpstart our quest for these incredible treasures. We may find it hard to trace where the treasures are because of the world gradual evolution. Gradual changes of the earth occurred in a day how much more in a thousand year. It was long long time ago that we have abandoned the treasures,” stressed Khail.
“We left some trails behind before we separated to different directions. I credence that some of the trails are still there and are not eroded by the passing of time. If no trails left then we need to use our angelic powers to find the treasures. We’ll go bloodhound whatever danger there is. Whatever talion of dark forces are there," lamented Zar
To be continued...
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