Daniel's Destiny is Revealed

And to this point young Daniel came to enter the statesman's small frame and residence. The fire was warm and hot; glowing with embers no kindling he prepared; but still to burn without apparent source or firewood to keep it aflame. The radiance was unlike he had seen before; the Heaven's flint and spec of light grew to omnipresence with peaceful curd. Daniel instinctively went to its side; felt the hearth in heat and glow; the vantage view blazed his eyes to slightly burn; a sensation quite uncommon within Heaven's stage.

"A sense I have not felt, unlike anything before…" Daniel proposed.

"God's hand," the statesman proclaimed, "did strike this flame once ago; never to be put out, but stay for all eternity… No wind or water; rain or snow can end its eminence…"

"You have seen the Father!"

"Felt his presence," he waved Daniel free, "As instructions go, we delight in His presence, but never to look upon His face."

"Who are you?" Daniel said slowly, while looking deeper into this statesman's eyes and expressions; the withering tones in his lines showed uncommon age and distinction, as if touched by more sacred grounds than Heaven's home.

There was a trembling pause & uneasy truce as the silence grew less complacent.

"Tell me," Daniel came again, "and be the bolder…"

"Outcast you are," he deferred, "In-cast to the greatest purpose, young Daniel…"

"How do you know my name?"

"As with all things," the statesman debated, "it is written…"

"Better to this then," Daniel further pursued, "Who am I?"

"You know this well," the statesman smiled and pointed directly to Daniel's heart, "IT, is so written…" There was a larger pause when he collected to sit about the wooden table in the midst of this single room.

"I say again," Daniel sat opposing him, "If politeness be born, not so rigid, but smooth… Who are you? Who am I?"

"You will collect the news and abstain for the required measure to hear me out – that is, for the sake of your understanding… I am a steward of God; protector, guidance, counsel to those of importance. And so to this great direction; I possess the hallowed stands to lift the destined to do our Father's will throughout all eternity. Am I older than the beginning of time; of earth and universe; the birth of creation just made when to such production, my presence was created. Go to the highest loft of the great counsel… You will see. My name is embedded in the records quite prominently there… By humbled treasures, am I sustained to perform on behalf of the Almighty… By His command; I do…" The steward settled back into his stiff chair; though tightly wound by his disposition; his hands did drop and rum over the table's surface.

"And when such word was given," Daniel insinuated, "How is my decree?"

"You have a gift…"

"What gift?"

"To not know," he giggled, "is still yet to learn…"

"Then, you will not tell me then…"

Another pause reigned and held the room's silence once more.

"I see," Daniel leaned back, quite disturbed; looking low to hide his face. And then by much pronouncement, he lifted his eyes without raising his expression; the eyes steady to be firm and would not cast away again until his frozen stare was not finished.

"Come," the steward broke the quiet away; pulling himself free, in no feeble task, and motioning forward to gather the weight and coil of a large sword nearest him, "You will prepare; wage war with air and space… Try about this sword and see what you think…"

Daniel stood and took about him as the task was given. The sword, of bright silver hue and shine settled in Daniel's strong hand and flow. The grip short; powerful to the touch, but like to be new and never brought into use before; as if it be designed to fit his grip and hold alone.

"And to the feel?" The steward asked of Daniel.

Daniel pushed the sword through the air; took to flight from left to right; above and below; twisting as such in free-flight and full circles until it took to land back within his grip.

"Good…" Daniel remained in concentration, "needs more strength and light; not heavy."

"Then take this to a try," the steward switched a heavier blade; more majestic and of higher rank. The flow was better to maneuver with; yet strong and most piercing to the point and would offend the greatest of foes to yield if to be taken into battle.

"What do you think?" The steward was more curious on this occasion.

"Not like the first," Daniel performed similar tricks, though he engaged the weaponry with more assurance than the last, "more to weight; pronounced; striking to my every need; better…I do say…"

"But not to your liking…"

"Go further," Daniel saw the steward move to gather up another sword; this, of mighty gold and mirth; striking to its look and fine workmanship; the handle fit alike to be his personal hand-measured glove; the blade long and dense with weight twice the previous sword. A galactic piece that, when placed into Daniel's hand, glowed in embers and brilliance that too, lit the room into a rage and fire.

Daniel's face turned into a stoned pleasantry; alike a warrior who found his match for the trade; his mate, of finest quality could prevail into any battle; hand to grip, and grip to hand; the ballad of a soldier's bravery was soon to be set and settled upon the stage. Daniel had found his piece for saddle and sheath.

"Ahhh…better to the fit; no other compares…" the steward smiled.

"Indeed," Daniel played about in swings and thrusts, "none to compare…"

"The first; of steel, and earthly sword… The second of pure silver' of trays and gauntlets melted from the foe's dinner tables… Alas, the third of twenty-four measured gold; it has heart in its substance; forged by God himself… for your hand, Daniel."

"Forged by God?" Daniel looked stunned at this proclamation, "Touched by His hand; forged to His making? God would have for my benefit…"

"There are seven in all; of none other… Two guard the gates of Eden. Four guard the four corners of the Heavens… and this… the last of its kind; the hand held by man and spirit…"