Chapter 17 Won's Plan
KHUnknown? Throw a cucumber into the lake, and the Kappa will appear. Throw a cucumber into the lake every day for ten days or so, he give blue powerberry. See? See? There you go. He's basically a water creature in the game, and I chose to make him evil, cause in this story, the power's of the island are the enemy. Thinking about making a sequel to this when it is done, where the elements of the Island are the good powers, and Satan tries to destroy them. But we'll see. Read this one, and review all of you please. And if you got suggestions for what I should do in the future, please tell me.
Won entered the Smithy quietly. Saibara was in the corner hammering an axe head into shape on an anvil. He didn't notice Won enter. Won smiled. He didn't want Saibara to know what he was doing. Won started for the stairs.
"Hey!" Saibara shouted gruffly, looking over at Won. "Don't go in there!"
Won smiled at Saibara.
"I want to talk with Grey," he said.
"Git yerself out of my house Won!"
Won's smile shifted into a frown.
"I am a citizen of this town," he said. "And a loyal follower of the Goddess. I don't see why everyone else is allowed to come here and do business with you, but I am not."
"Ah don't do business with killers."
Won's frown turned into a dark glare.
"Watch what you say about me blacksmith! I have a body count."
Saibara began laughing at this, angering Won even more.
"You've got a body count, eh? Yew don't scare me Won. Git outa ma shop, or I'll report this to Harris."
"Going into a public shop is not a crime," Won shouted at the old man.
"Ay Won, it isn't. But intimidation sure is. And since yew threaten me, then let me tell yew. I may be old, but I will run you down if you try and kill me, or any of my friends. And that includes the farmer."
Saibara turned and continued his work. Won's anger boiled up inside him, and took control of him. He drew his Katana, and swung it at Saibara's head. Saibara turned around, and caught Won's blade on his large hammer. The Katana clanged against the hammer, sending a stream of sparks out into the air. Won punched Saibara hard in the shoulder, but the old man took the blow without reacting in any way. Saibara then grabbed Won's other arm, and twisted it ruffly. Won cried out in pain, and dropped his Katana to the floor. Saibara then punched Won in the stomach with his other fist. Won moaned, and bent down. Saibara slammed his shoulder into Won's chest, knocking him to the floor. Saibara then kicked Won in the side of the head, slamming his head against the wall causing a flash of light to cross Won's eyes. The old man then lifted Won up by his collar, and walked over to his door. Saibara opened the door, and flung Won out onto the pavement like a sack of garbage. Unwanted, and rejected.
"Stay away from ma house!" the powerful old man shouted out at the crumpled youth.
Saibara then tossed out Won's Katana, and slammed the door shut. Won stood up to his feet, and looked over at several town's people who were watching the whole thing like spectators. He was glad to see that neither the Mayor, or Officer Harris were there.
"None of you saw anything!" Won shouted at them. "GOT THAT!"
He was angry, and the last thing he wanted was to be tried for assault. The town's people looked at him fearfully, but all nodded their heads. None of them wanted to upset Won. They knew what he could do to them. Won walked away towards the beach. This was a disgrace. Never had Won been beaten by an old man before. But Saibara was not your typical old man. He was old in the sense that his hair was white, and his face was not youthful. But his face was hardened into a powerful, strong look of pride. And he was very very strong.
Won's whole life had been as a killer. An assassin. He had killed all who opposed him, and all who he hated. None of his enemies still lived. Except for his newer ones. Won subconsciously added Saibara to his people to kill list. Speaking of people he killed, a mental image of the dead body of Shen flashed in Won's mind. Won remembered that day clearly as his first mistake.
The members of the Voice of the Good News Clan were shocked when they found the body of Shen up in the mountain. Now they knew there was a killer among them. For protection, the leaders imposed a temporary curfew until the killer was found, and ordered everyone to stay in the village at all times. Only a few were allowed to leave the village, and they were dressed in armor, and given weapons for protection. It was there duty to gather food for the whole clan.
Won cursed the leaders of the clan for this. His days of picking off members silently in the woods and hiding the bodies were over. Though Won knew that he could probably kill the foraging and hunting parties, he couldn't risk the leaders of the clan discovering that he had left the town. Then they would know he was the killer.
So Won waited and waited for an opportunity to arise. But none arose. He would have to find a day when he could bring down the whole village with one single strike. And a single Katana wouldn't be enough to bring down all of the villagers. Many of them had weapons too.
So Won waited for Christmas to come. That day, all the villagers would meet in the center of the village to praise God and thank him for the birth of the savior Jesus Christ. While Won waited, he murdered a few members by setting houses on fire.
Summer was ending, and my pineapple plants were ready for harvest. I had payed a lot of money for them, but now, all of it would be worth it. The Bible was right. I had come here with very little personal possessions, and not much money, but God had provided for me. I looked up, and saw Ann entering my farm. Yes, God had been very good to me. I had made many good friends, and I had finally found someone that I could love. But I was worried about that.
Ann was pagan. She was a member of the Goddess religion, and the deity of it hated my soul. Plus, I knew in my heart that I could never marry her. I planned on having children, and I wanted to have them with a woman who loved God, and Jesus. A woman who would teach them about Jesus, and not let them worship false Gods. If I married Ann, I would have to deal with the torture after death, when Ann fell into the lake of fire, separated from me forever. Because she had had her chance. I was her chance. I offered the message, but if she would not accept the gift of salvation, then that was her problem. That was her choice, and like it or not, the decision would follow her even after death. And after death, there was no turning back.
Life was our test. Death was our punishment, or our reward. Some would tell me that my religion is so wrong in how good people go to hell, when they truly deserved better. But I know for a fact, that no one deserves heaven. I know people who seem so nice, people who everyone would call good kids. Everyone would talk about how good and loving they were. But everyone has dark sins that they hide away from all. Some believe that true evil people deserve to go to hell, but everyone else should go to heaven. But people would say that Won will go to hell because he has murdered people. But what of the others? Won just doesn't hide his crimes. All people have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.
Me? I have had people tell me how good I am, how nice I am. But in truth, I may be eviler than Won. Okay, maybe not that evil. But I have sinned more than many other men. The sins that I hide deep within me, because if I told others of there existence, I would be snubbed, and hated by all. Even though all people have done equally evil deeds. But Jesus forgave me, and washed away my sins. Such horrible sins they were. People call me honest, but years ago, I stole stuff. Like all men my age, I have at times been filled with impure thoughts, and evil desires. Sometimes I can even feel darkness within me. My evil.
Like Won, we all have sins which are very strong in us. Won's is murder. Other's may be easily taken over by lust. Is it more of a crime that Won fell to his sins, and let them take over him than the one who embraces his sin, and acts like it isn't wrong at all? I have met people who tell me that engaging in sex outside of marriage is fine, and normal. Not a sin, they say. But I know that it is a sin, right up there with robbery, and murder. If sexual perversion isn't a sin, then why is it wrong for a married man to have an affair? What is wrong about him being with another women then his wife?
First we may ask what is the purpose of sex? Sex is a gift from God, a very wonderful gift. But like all gifts, it can be abused. When parents buy their kid a baseball bat they do not intend for him to hit his dog with it. Neither does God intend for us to engage in sex outside of marriage. The purpose of sex is more than just a few minutes of pleasure. When a man and a woman have sex, they bond, and become one. Why is it that many women have sex because they want to bond with a man, but will not marry him?
Marriage is more than a ceremony. When the couples say "I Do," they are saying I do to a promise. A promise to stay loyal to their spouse, and love them forever. That is true bonding. But people believe sin to be right, and what is right to be wrong. Call me crazy, call me a prude, but I hold sex in much higher esteem than many people in today's world. Sex is holy. But wasn't Satan's stature as an angel holy? But he abused his gift, and turned against God. Is that any worse than abusing the gift of sex?
You might know someone who is very nice, and loves you very much. You may curse God when the person goes to hell when in truth this person lied to his friends, and did horrible things to people in the past. God has to draw the line somewhere. God allows those who have been forgiven for their sins into heaven. Yet people refuse to back down, and admit they are wrong. But this world is filled with evil. And I am a part of it. But I am breaking away from it, along with several others who have joined Jesus in this great movement. We are hated, spit upon, cast out, and even brutally murdered for it, but we will die for our beliefs. Blessed are those who lay down their lives to save the lives of others, and those who refuse to turn against their beliefs, even under pain of brutal murder. You know, Jesus was killed because he didn't renounce his ideas. They asked him if he was the messiah, and he answered truthfully. And he was murdered for it.
"Hi Zach!" Ann said enthusiastically as we embraced.
I tried to smile, but I was not in a good mood, so it came out flat. Ann gave me a concerned look.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," I replied.
"C'mon," Ann urged. "Tell me."
"I'm worried," I said. "I am worried about you."
"Why are you..."
"Because I know that I care deeply for you, but when we die, I will never see you again."
Ann looked in my eyes to see if I was joking. But my eyes were serious. I truly was worried. Ann looked shocked by this answer. I had met people who hated when I tried to minister to them about God and Jesus, but I did that because I wanted to save them, because I was worried about them. I wasn't trying to rally people to my Christian side. I was trying to help them. They would realize this eventually, but then it would be too late, for they would be burning in hell. To imagine their poor souls, in permanent torment sitting there regretting their refusal to accept the truth, but knowing that now they could do nothing about it. They were doomed to burn for eternity. Death as what atheists believed it to be was far better than hell. It would be better for there not to be an afterlife than for one to be placed in hell. I sat down with Ann, and tried my best to explain all of this to her. All about how I worried that she would go to hell.
"I don't want to sound like someone who is trying to force my beliefs down your throat, but I truly am worried. And know that I am worried because I care about you."
"I-" Ann began, but I could see that she didn't know what to say. "I- I want to believe as you do, but I'm not sure if I should. I need some time."
"Don't delay giving your heart to Jesus," I said to Ann. "Many do that, and then they die before they are 'ready.' Then there is no hope left."
Ann stood up, and left. I just sat there brooding.
Won's next stop was at the small hut behind the church. He needed to speak with the Harvest Sprites. He entered, and all the Sprites turned to look at him. As he entered, Won fell down to his knees.
"Hail the Harvest Sprites," he said with his head bowed. "Children of the Goddess. Brother's of the Spirits. Glory to you!"
All seven sprites bowed consecutively.
"And glory to you Won," they said in their high pitched voices. "Servant of the Goddess. Even greater than Carter, the man of the Church."
"I need your help o children of the Goddess," Won said. "As you know a new threat has appeared to challenge the Goddess. This Christian is interfering with the master plan."
"Yes we know of this," the purple sprite said.
"He must be destroyed."
"We agree. As does our mother, the Goddess," the blue Harvest Sprite replied.
"I have tried killing him, but I was stopped by the town's people. But perhaps if all eight of us work together, then we will triumph."
"Perhaps," the Red Sprite said. "We must come up with a plan. If you are caught, you will be prosecuted. We will be let out free, for the Mayor will not want trouble with our brothers the Spirits."
"Of course," Won said. "Is their anyway we can keep me out of trouble."
"Succeed," the Cyan Harvest Sprite said. "When the Farmer is dead, the town's people will let the murder go unnoticed, for they don't want to interfere in the will of the Goddess. Only three exist who will protest this. Kai, for he is a heathen as well, Ann, because she loves Zach, and Doug, because he is like a father to Zach. The Goddess has informed me that she and the Spirits will deal them eventually, but right now our main priority is to take Zach out of the picture. And I have heard some good news. The King of the Mountains is stirring."
Won nodded. "That is very good news. But right now we must focus on killing the farmer."
"How do you propose we do this?" the orange Sprite asked.
"I have a plan," Won said secretively. "Listen closely."
