Why do I keep recalling everything? Did they even happen? Did they really happen? It just keeps replaying like a stage drama in my head; word for word.....blood for blood... everything... especially.....
*Crackling of fire, blade shrieking through flesh*
[...]: Help.....Help me.....Help...me...please... I'm dying....
..... Especially then....at that moment....Even if every other thing could not be erased...I cannot stand that one in particular. ...She was begging,.... calling for me....but I couldn't budge... I couldn't move....a pure coward....a scrawny weak bastard. Why do I even deserve to live? Why didn't I just die?
Hosiah: Jared? Hey, are you all right?
Jared: It will all end....
( Hosiah is startled by his sudden tone of words, and gasped. )
Jared: The whole world.... everything....
Hosiah: Hey, what are you...
Jared: Flesh will be torn and burned to ashes...The heart of subjects will be the feast of kings..... Governments will fall....the blood of the innocent will flood the river banks and beyond....The remains of the dead will be crushed by the flames of eternity,...and the residence of man.....will be....consumed in eternat the flames.
Hosiah: Uh, hey. What are you saying? I don't understand.
Jared: (Trembling eyes) Flesh will be torn and burned to ashes.....the heart of subjects will be the feast of kings...
(But he started repeating the same thing again, which scared Hosiah. The words didn't sound familiar, more of a prophecy or a spell maybe? It couldn't be far from any of those. Jared was the type to always dig into apocalyptic items and stories. Perhaps he was just dreaming, or telling one of his crazy stories