Fire and Flood by Dawn Morris

Author:Dawn Morris [Dawn Morris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Morgan James Publishing
Published: 2021-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

I was in the tent with Japheth, fast asleep in the early morning hours, when shouts and screams woke me. Japheth was already up and moving out of the tent. “Stay here,” he ordered, but of course I followed him out. There were soldiers all over the field, torches in hand. The dragon symbol of Nimrod glittered in embroidered gold on their tunics.

I watched in disbelief as soldiers grabbed Shem and Japheth. One of them struck Nua as she attempted to free her husband, and she fell to the ground. Our families tried to intervene, but Japheth commanded them to cease fighting. I went to Nua’s side, and one of the men shouted at us. His words were garbled and strange. I had no idea what he was saying, but Nua and I followed as they took our husbands toward Nimrod’s palace.

It began to rain as we trudged barefoot behind them toward the palace, and although it was past dawn, heavy clouds darkened the sky. The grand building was foreboding in the dark, despite the torchlight the men carried. We made our way up the stairs, into the palace and through the maze of corridors to the great throne room. Nimrod stood alone on the dais; a simple white robe wrapped around him. Semiramis was not there.

As soon as we entered the room, Nimrod began screaming at us. My husband answered him calmly, asking what the trouble was.

Nimrod stood on his dais, flustered and angry. He continued to yell, but it was incomprehensible.

“This is the will of the Creator in response to your defiance!” Shem responded angrily, yanking his arm out of the guard’s grasp and pulling Nua protectively to his side. I put my hand in Japheth’s as I stared at the man before us. Spittle foamed on the sides of his mouth as he continued his tirade of accusations.

Nimrod babbled furiously at us, but not one word made any sense. He came down off the dais and stood face to face with Japheth, who tried to calm him down. Spit flew from Nimrod’s mouth onto Japheth’s face. Dropping my hand, Japheth tried to grab Nimrod’s shoulders, to push him away. Nimrod was uncontrollable; he rushed back at Japheth, who pushed him away harder. Nimrod fell back, hitting the ground hard. I screamed a warning to Japheth, but I was too late. One of the guards rushed toward us, spear raised. Before the scream left my mouth, the spear pierced Japheth, and he fell to the ground in anguish.

The room was suddenly silent. Despite their rough handing of us, no one yet had dared to touch one of the Mothers and Fathers. I rushed to Japheth. I screamed as I fell next to him and pulled him into my arms. “No, God, please, no! Make it not true. Make it not true . . .”

I screamed over and over as Japheth’s blood poured onto the floor. I pleaded for God to change what had happened, to turn back what had been done, but Japheth died in my arms.

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