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Edicts of War

Chapter 1: Prologue

If you, the reader, is reading this book, then I will probably be gone by now. The Wars still flame on and the end is no where near.
         Who am I? I am everybody, and nobody. I'm the most important person in this War, but I'm also insignifigant. But here's something that doesn't go that way.
         I created this War, but I can't stop the War. No one can.
         The end is near. Mankind will suffer.

         And no one will survive.

Chapter 2: The Seven Sigils

December 31th 1999, London

         It is a snowy day in London today. The blizzards are continuing for the second week now, but that is not the most important matter of thought right now.
         Today a once-in-a-lifetime event will happen. The millenia will change. This is a big celebration, and of course, whole Britain is following this.
         There is a huge crowd in the central mall, where a local band is playing. The music is loud, and so is the audience.
         The band has been playing for one hour now, and will continue on playing till midnight.
         Those who aren't at the mall, listening to the band playing their 12th song now, are either home preparing the fireworks and the feasts for this great evening, or shopping for last-minute firecrackers and bottlerockets and so on.
         We now go to a fireworks shop called Boom Boom Bang! in the centre of the mall, where four teenagers are shopping.
         "Did you remember to buy the Big Bang 2000?" a long, scrawny youngster dressed in whole black said.
         "Nope, Chris, but let's go get them." said another teenager, dressed in a Happy New Year 2000! sweater, a t-shirt of the same series, white tights and red Nike-shoes.
         "You guys go get that, I'm going with Mariah to go buy some last-minute clothes for the evening!" a girl dressed in whole purple.
         The girl and Mariah went out of the store, and turned left. Then they disappeared from anyone's attention, leaving nothing but a fresh smell of tulips and a strong parfume stench after.
         "Thank god they're gone, I can't stand Bellas 'parfume'! It stinks like something the dog dragged in!" the New Year-boy said.
         "Speak for yourself, Harry. I kinda liked the smell. It reminds me of her house..." Chris said, then smiling and going into some sort of dazed trance.
         "What? Does her whole house stink dead meat?! I would personally never...". But what Harry was about to say, Chris never heared. Because at that moment a bum ran into them.
         Gasping for air, the bum grabbed Harrys shoulders and started to rapidly speak, just pausing to grab some more air.
         "Do not - open the - present! The whole - worlds future - depends on that!" the bum shouted, spitting in Harrys face as he said his warning.
         "Get off me, you filthy bum! Go get a job, or something!" Harry said angrily, pushing the bum away into a shelf of shoes, which fell over him. The bum stopped breathing, and then some blood came out of his mouth.
         It felt like just a few seconds, when the ambulance came, when the men performed mouth-to-mouth to the man, and when they lifted him up on the trolley.
         Then everything felt just like it freezed. Everyone around him stopped talking, screaming and breathing. Everything fell silent.
         That's when Harry came back to sence, thinking what he had done. And immediately, at the same time, the bum suddenly rose five feet from the trolley, lifting his hands up to the skies and opening his eyes, which were filled with blood.
         He opened his mouth, and then the most rasping, creepiest voice ever heared came to speak.
         "The package must not be opened, the world state depends on it. Do not open it at any cause, do you understand?" the bum said, blood stilll gushing from his mouth.
         "What the hell?" Harry said, half chocked, half disgusted.
         "Do not open the Sigils!". Those were the bums final words.
         Then he fell down to the trolley, and everything started moving again.
         "And remember to breathe - the patient!" one of the paramedics said to the others. The bum started to puke blood, and then he fell silent to the trolley.
         One of the paramedics placed his hand right over the bums mouth.
         "No breathing, he's most certainly dead. Time of death, eighteen forty-four." the paramedic said, and pulled a white plastic sheet over the dead bum, covering the bloody face and the bulging eyes. For a second, Harry thought that he saw the bums eyes move, but then they also got covered.
         "What just happened?" Harry asked Chris stunned.
         "That man evidently just died..." Chris said, sounding even more chocked than Harry.
         "No, before that! Everything froze, and then the bum rose above the trolley, and then he spoke with some kind of devilish voice, and then...".
         "Calm down, you've had a rough day today, with the bum and all. Do you need to rest for the evening?" Chris said, still scared but his voice sounded slightly more adult.
         "No no, I'm fine. But didn't you see...!" Harry stuttered, but again Chris interrupted him.
         "Are you sure? You look a little blank, do you want something to drink?" Chris said, still shaking but calm.
         "I don't need anything!" Harry shouted Chris straight in the face.
         "Okay, okay! Calm down!" Chris said, jumping a few steps back, worried that Harry may have some traumas and would eventually jump him.
         Then there was maybe a quarter of a minute of silence. Then Harry spoke.
         "Maybe...maybe I just need a coffee to relax. Yeah, I was just chocked and seeing things. Yeah..." Harry said, trying to convince his brain that nothing happened.
         "Thought so. Let's go grab a coffee and then continue shopping for the fireworks, if you want?" Chris said, letting Harry grab his shoulder.
         "Yeah, let's do that." Harry said, and they walked away to a small café just around the corner. There they bought two coffees and sat down in a booth.
         "What was that all about?" Chris asked Harry, once they had sat down and Harry had taken a sip of his coffee.
         "What was what?" Harry asked.
         "Everything froze, the bum flied - thing!" Chris answered.
         "Didn't you see it? Everything just froze and then the bum flied - no, levitated above the trolley? Didn't you actually see all that happen?" Harry asked Chris, stunned that Chris did not understand what he was talking about.
         "Nope, I just saw that in the middle of the chaos, the bum started to puke blood and then he died. Nothing else, and most certainly not anything about him levitating!" Chris explained, wondering what Harry meant.
After the coffee, they went back to the shop. Harry, still a bit chocked by the accident, came with Chris but walked very slowly.
         "Are you sure you're alright? If you want we..."
         "I'm fine, I'm fine! Stop worrying so much about me! Let's just get this over with!" Harry spat in Chris' face.
         "If you say so." Chris said, and then they both continued on searching for something fun to blow up tonight.
         After fifteen minutes of searching, they got their firecrackers, bottlerockets, rockets and some other small stuff that either blow up or have a hell-of-a noice. They went to the cashier and payed for the fireworks.
         "That'll be fifteen pounds and twenty-three pence. And here's your free gift." The cashier said, took their money and lifted up a large packet from beneath the desk.
         "Thank you - wait, what? Free gift?" Harry wondered.
         "Yes, everyone who buys for over ten pounds today get a free secret gift! It's a special offer." The lady behind the desk said and smiled.
         "Okay, well, thanks. Bye." Harry said, took the fireworks and the gift, placed them inside a large plastic bag and went out with Chris.
         Outside, they dropped down the bag and took out the gift.
         "Let me see that..." Chris said, and took the red large box.
         "Looks pretty cool...I think there's fireworks in it. Hey, look! It's sealed pretty cool!" Chris continued, and showed Harry the bottom of the gift. There was seven red paper sigils on it.
         "The Sigils!" Harry gasped, remembering what the bum had said minutes before he passed away.
         "Yes, there are sigils. I can see them, but what about that?" Chris asked, wondering why Harry had reacted like this to the sigils.
         "The bum warned me not to open the Sigils! Is this what he meant?" Harry said stunned, wondering if the bum meant these sigils.
         "But that was all just some sort of dream, right? Atleast I didn't see anything." Chris said, still not convinced that the story Harry had told him at the ambulance.
         "No, I'm sure now that it was all real! This is what the bum meant! He warned me not to open the Sigils, because the fate of mankind depends on it!" Harry said, shaking a bit.
         "Wow.". That was the only word Chris said.
         "What?" Harry asked Chris.
         "That has got to be the most dillusional story I've ever heard! You can't seriously believe that crap, can you?" Chris said, laughing about what Harry just said. But when he saw Harrys angry face, he stopped the laugh.
         "Well, if you don't believe me, then fine! I'll just take these rockets and go celebrate New Year's Eve by myself!" Harry said, took the bag and the red package and started to walk away from Chris.
         "No, no! Okay, I'm sorry that I laughed. I just couldn't believe that story! Please, come with us and party!" Chris said hastitly, running behind Harry and grabbing his shoulder.
         After a few seconds of silence, Harry spoke.
         "Well, do you believe me now?" Harry asked Chris, still a bit unhappy about what Chris just did.
         "Well..uhm..." Chris stuttered, but Harry interupted him.
         "It's okay if you don't believe me, just don't go laughing about it. Oh, and please don't tell the others. They'll just think I'm mad or something." Harry said.
         "Okay, It's a deal. Now come on, we have to find the others!" Chris said, grabbed Harry by the arm and then they both started walking back to where they departed from the others.