The Angel and The Island

Dr. Smith had experienced a horrible day at work. Four patients had insisted they were ill when they were not. One even cursed at him.

Driving home, he turned to his favorite Christian radio station to relax. He parked in his driveway. He got out of his car and collected his mail and entered his home.

He laid on his couch, opening his mail. Most of it was junk. Then he came across something strange. An envelope, aged yellow with time, with a medieval-like wax seal with a dragon crest on it. His address was on the face of the envelope. And there was no return address on it. The writing was in old English calligraphy. He read the message within:

To Eric Smith,

I am the prophet Nithose. You are one of the few souls to be warned of the great cataclysm that will afflict the world. you will go to an island where you will be safe from God’s wrath. You have three days before it occurs. God speed!

Eric gasped, clutching the letter. “This can’t be real. This must be a prank.”

Eric Smith put down the letter.

He sat on his sofa. Suddenly, tiredness came over him and he laid out on the couch and slept. He had a dream where a shining man with wings standing in a bright place.

“Eric, I have been sent to confirm the message in the letter. Know for a fact this disaster will come to pass. As the prophet said, it will strike the Earth with great potency and doom in a month. Before that, you must meet the others bid to escape the disaster. Tonight, go to a small home on 325 west road. Behold, I have told you!”

Eric’s eyes shot open. “It’s...true!” He stood. “I will go now to the house I was told about.”

Eric got into his car and sped off to the location of the house.

He pulled up to the house and saw through a window a great number of people. He walked up to the door and knocked.

A stout old woman opened and smiled. “Are you ere because of the prophecy?”

“Yes!”

“Come in.”

Inside, he met forty other people in a circle. In the center, was man in priest’s attire.

“We all got the letter from the prophet. John Wright here has a plane to take us to the island,” said the priest.

“My plane has just enough room for us. It’s at the runway six miles at the Mountain View small airport. I suggest we leave now.”

“I wouldn’t count on that. I’ve been looking at Tik Tok,” said a young lady. “The airport caught on fire.”

“This is no coincidence! The evil force is trying to stop us!” said the priest.

Suddenly a bright golden light filled the house. Above them was a heavenly portal. Everyone covered their eyes, trembling.

“The ancient enemy of God works against us on both here and in the spiritual realm.”

“The one from our dreams!” said Eric.

The intensity of the light abated some. “Yes. I come to tell you of another means to go to the island. In the forest bordering this town, God has prepared a great beast to take you all to your destination. Now I am needed elsewhere. Move quickly! Farewell!”

The apparition vanished.

It took several minutes for all to adjust.

“We must do as the angel said,” said the priest. “Everyone! Make for the forest!”

“We’ll need flashlights!” said the young lady. “I have ten in a discount package form Amazon.”

Many vehicles were parked outside and in minutes everyone was on their way to the forest including Eric.

They soon arrived and parked their cars in front of the thick forest line.

“We walk from here,” said the priest.

Everyone thronged together with all flashlights turned on. They walked on, as Eric wondered where and what the beast was.

They all crested a high hill and entered a large grove.

Suddenly they heard a deep, echoing voice. “Greetings chosen ones.”

Everyone looked up with the flashlights. A dragon with glowing blue eyes stood. “There is no time to waste!” The beast turned to its side and lowered its left wing. “Climb on.”

The people hesitated.

“I am a servant of God as you are. Hurry!”

The people obeyed and when all had mounted, they gripped the horns of the creature and it shot into the air.

It was a cloudy, moonlit night and the cold air rushed by them.

“Prepare yourselves!” said the dragon as everything zipped by in a blazing flash. The rapid passing stopped and they were now in sight of the island.

Suddenly, something hit the dragon’s side, jarring the riders. A shadowy, dark figure in the form of a dragon flew beside them. It roared as it spewed a cloud of black fire.

“Hold on!” The benevolent beast shot into the clouds as the evil entity followed. Then the flesh and blood creature dove back into the clouds, just enough to poke its head above the clouds. As the dark nebulous winged phantom broke up through the clouds, the dragon arched its head and blew fire that consumed the dark foe, shrieking as it writhed, plummeting.

“It is vanquished! We are here, good humans!”

The dragon descended onto the beach of a medieval-like metropolitan paradise.

All the people slid down the dragon’s wing.

“How wonderful!” said Eric.

In the distance, comets or asteroids were seen torpedoing the land far off.

“Are we the only surviving people?” asked the priest.

“This is not the end or the final judgment of mankind. Men will recover. Know also that there are many other islands, where people have been delivered.”

“So, this is where we part ways?”

“Indeed. May you be blessed and thrive here. God speed!”

The beast flew away and all looked as it disappeared into the dawn, and all the humans were grateful for the salvation of the island.