Peace reigned over the bloody terrain. Ahmed shouldered his weapon. It was over. Carrion appeared on the horizon. They’d feast today! It was finished, the final battle. Dazed he couldn’t understand what happened. There’d been some sort of intervention.
This morning he’d reconciled himself to death. There seemed no other outcome. The world leader was invincible, superior numbers, weaponry, yes and something more, some charisma that had whisked him to power in the first place. Resistance was futile, he’d known that from the beginning, but what other course was there, only total and complete annihilation. Better to go down fighting!
But he’d not died. He stood watching as vast numbers of birds descended as if summoned upon the heaped dead.
What had stopped them, turned them to carrion’s meat? Was it the blinding lightning storm that descended as they fought? His eyes dazzled he’d seen nothing, heard nothing, save the scream of the wind as it rushed among them. When he’d opened his dust blinded eyes bodies lay in jumbled heaps, faces distorted in horror. Yet he and his companions remained, alive, open mouthed, trembling… Thousands upon thousands lay slain about them blood pooling to lurid pools and lakes of crimson.
Where the commander was he had no idea, perhaps he lay slain mist the mounds of bodies. The tyrant’s power was broken. They could begin again, rebuild.
A watery sun was rising as he and his compatriots trudged out of the valley of Megiddo, the battle of Armageddon was over, the task of burying the dead barely begun!
(A story drawn from the book of Revelation and old testament predictions – scripture buffs I’m aware of the many possible interpretations. It is not my goal to promote any just to create an interesting and unusual story).