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The LOST GENRE GUILD
Biblical Speculative Fiction
| Daniel I Weaver's short story "Seeing Blind" can be found in Light at the Edge of Darkness along with 26 other stories of Biblical speculative fiction.
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“Uncle!” Theodower knocked the basin aside and knelt, eye-level. The door
shuddered, buckled. “You have to stop this foolishness. They murdered your wife and
Natalia is missing. Now they’ve come for you. Why are you doing this?”
The door groaned beneath another assault. The metal walls reverberated. A copper
vase beside the food replicator toppled to the floor.
Olrias glanced at the bowing door. “I can’t be a part of it anymore, Theodower. Our
people have destroyed themselves. For all of our technology, what’s left of our
society is little more than a dictatorship run by this wretched Council. I won’t be
used for their evil designs any longer.”
Theodower cupped his uncle’s face between his hands. “But, Uncle, you’re the last
Oracle. You’re the only one left with the Sight. Without you, hope is lost. What’ll
become of us? Who will seek the Creator’s wisdom? Who will guide us to the promised
Messiah?”
An explosion rattled the hall. Electronic picture frames displaying family photographs
toppled off the walls. Smoke billowed into the room through the door’s bending
seams. The lights flickered.
Olrias rested his wrinkled hands on Theodower’s brown sleeves and smiled. Tears
stung his eyes. “Dear nephew. I’ve spent my life looking for a future for our people.
What you call life, I call survival after what I’ve seen of these other worlds, other
dimensions. The Creator gave us hope, Theodower. Out there. And he gave the
Oracles the Sight to find it. We’ve tried for centuries, but the Council has censored
our visions.”
“You’re rambling like a madman, Uncle!”
“No. For the first time, I’ve made sense of it all. The darkness invading our world has
reached into these other worlds as well. Some, like this “Earth,” fight it. There is
hope. There was one there who could command the darkness. The one all Oracles
have seen.”
Another explosion shook the building. Debris sprayed into the room. The lights died.
Smoke. Voices. Shouting. Theodower tugged on his uncle’s arms, but Olrias didn’t
budge. His time had come.
shuddered, buckled. “You have to stop this foolishness. They murdered your wife and
Natalia is missing. Now they’ve come for you. Why are you doing this?”
The door groaned beneath another assault. The metal walls reverberated. A copper
vase beside the food replicator toppled to the floor.
Olrias glanced at the bowing door. “I can’t be a part of it anymore, Theodower. Our
people have destroyed themselves. For all of our technology, what’s left of our
society is little more than a dictatorship run by this wretched Council. I won’t be
used for their evil designs any longer.”
Theodower cupped his uncle’s face between his hands. “But, Uncle, you’re the last
Oracle. You’re the only one left with the Sight. Without you, hope is lost. What’ll
become of us? Who will seek the Creator’s wisdom? Who will guide us to the promised
Messiah?”
An explosion rattled the hall. Electronic picture frames displaying family photographs
toppled off the walls. Smoke billowed into the room through the door’s bending
seams. The lights flickered.
Olrias rested his wrinkled hands on Theodower’s brown sleeves and smiled. Tears
stung his eyes. “Dear nephew. I’ve spent my life looking for a future for our people.
What you call life, I call survival after what I’ve seen of these other worlds, other
dimensions. The Creator gave us hope, Theodower. Out there. And he gave the
Oracles the Sight to find it. We’ve tried for centuries, but the Council has censored
our visions.”
“You’re rambling like a madman, Uncle!”
“No. For the first time, I’ve made sense of it all. The darkness invading our world has
reached into these other worlds as well. Some, like this “Earth,” fight it. There is
hope. There was one there who could command the darkness. The one all Oracles
have seen.”
Another explosion shook the building. Debris sprayed into the room. The lights died.
Smoke. Voices. Shouting. Theodower tugged on his uncle’s arms, but Olrias didn’t
budge. His time had come.
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THE DOOR TO OLRIAS’ quarters buckled beneath the thunderous
assault, but he stared longingly at the misty pool swirling in the
basin on his lap. He could do it. He could make it. And why not?
What else did he have to live for any more?
“They’re going to break through!” Theodower grabbed and
shook Olrias’ sleeve. “They’re going to kill you, Uncle!”
Majestic green landscapes beneath a blue sky filled with
cottony clouds rippled across the pool’s surface. Olrias sighed.
Another world. Another dimension. So very unlike his dying
world. “I would very much like to visit this Earth, nephew. I’ve
seen the way. We could leave Hollumn, you know.”
assault, but he stared longingly at the misty pool swirling in the
basin on his lap. He could do it. He could make it. And why not?
What else did he have to live for any more?
“They’re going to break through!” Theodower grabbed and
shook Olrias’ sleeve. “They’re going to kill you, Uncle!”
Majestic green landscapes beneath a blue sky filled with
cottony clouds rippled across the pool’s surface. Olrias sighed.
Another world. Another dimension. So very unlike his dying
world. “I would very much like to visit this Earth, nephew. I’ve
seen the way. We could leave Hollumn, you know.”
