Hannat, The Redeemed (The Seven)

Hannat, the Redeemed

I begin to open my eyes, but it's quite strenuous. I feel great, aching pain

All over my body. My legs, torso, arms, back, and head feel like they're on

Fire.... Why?.... Oh wait. That's right. I'm being tortured. Why is that again?

Oh, right. I'm a criminal.
There's a great, acute pain that I feel in my eye and

I scream at the top of my lungs. I scream for what seems to be thirty seconds

But it feels like an eternity. When I stop yelling, the pain lingers almost as

Powerful as ever. All the while, the keeper laughs maniacally at my pain.

What on earth?... Oh. The keeper just used a brand to sear my eye. I'm surprised

That I'm still conscious. He then proceeds to use a plethora of knives that he's

Been using on me many times while I've been awake before fading into

A comatose state due to the pain I endure. He's been ordered not to kill me

for I'm to be sent to court and a trial's to be held for my crimes. He's perfectly

Fine with this and he relishes in the pain that I suffer. He flogs my back on the

Hour so it seems and he cuts me everywhere except for where vital blood vessels lie.

He's even gone as far as to stab me in my arms and torso and then proceed

To cauterize the wounds with a brand so they would not bleed. I'll give him that

This is a pretty successful torture method........ THE PAIN IS UNBEARABLE!!!!

Then again, it's what I deserve. Knowing the things I've done, this is merely the

Beginning of my atonement. The keeper continues to work on me. I wonder

How long I've been here... when will this end? This sick man is insane.....

How did he become so proficient with knives?..... When will I pass out again?

When will they fetch me for my trial? Just as that madman had finished cauterizing

Another one of the many stab wounds he's opened up on my body, there was a

Loud knock on the large, wooden double doors that mark the entrance to the

Torture chamber. It was one of the many guards in the fortress and he told me

And the keeper that it was time for me to be moved to trial. Another guard

Accompanied the first one and undid my shackles. Next thing I know, I'm being

Dragged across that stone floor and up the stone stairs. Due to the mighty pains

That plague me, I am unable to walk and standing is virtually impossible on my

Own. I'm taken down more corridors I dare to count; I'm so disoriented and

Spaced out because the unbearable pain I'm experiencing is the only thing on my

Mind. Finally we arrive at the gateway to my destruction: the mighty wood doors

Standing as the entrance to the trial room. Inside on an elevated platform is a judge;

By the platform is a noble lawman holding a scroll in his hand. The room was also

Filled with many people. They would make up the jury. Whatever verdict they

Shout, the judge will pass judgment accordingly. The room is extremely bright;

White stone lines the walls. In the center of the room is a stone pillar – the place

Where I will be for the trial. I am then forced to kneel in front of the pillar, to which

I am bound. The judge then announces that the trial begins and he asks the lawman

What my charges are. I know what they are, but he must recite them to the jury. He

Then proceeds down the devilishly long list of crimes of which I am guilty of.

I am a murderer. I am a thief of material and emotion. I am a fornicator. I am a

Disturbance of the peace. I am a rebel. I am a destroyer of property. I am

The enemy of the people. The lawman cites the blasted details to the jury; I can

See disdain and hatred boil up on their faces as they display their contempt for my existence.

As the lawman concludes, the judge asks for the people to decide whether I am

To be acquitted or sentenced. The crowd of about a hundred replied with a resounding
“GUILTY!”. I was not surprised. I've come to terms that I am a cretin. I'm at peace

With the fact that I am a blight to my fellow man and must be eliminated like

A domestic bull gone rogue. The judge then replies, “Very well. Hannat, you are

Hereby condemned to death by hanging. Good riddance and get him out of

My sight!” With that I am forcefully ripped from the pillar by the guards and we

Proceeded outside to where the gallows were. There were even more people

Outside eagerly awaiting the execution filling the courtyard. It seems I'm the

Main attraction of the day as there seems to be no other prisoners being sent

To be hanged today. They're all screaming and yelling decrying my acts

And my being. The guards bringing to the gallows did not allow them to approach

Me, but the guards still decided to have their own fun; by fun, I mean they'd shove me

And hit me with the pommels of their swords and the ends of their spears. It was a

Tumultuous one hundred meter walk to the gallows from the fort and I'm being

Marched up the stairs. I look at the angry, hating faces of the people and I think that

I cannot blame them. They shout curses and wish me damnation in death. This is

Fine with me. I'm ushered into position and they put the noose around my neck.

It then hits me that I'm crying. I'm overcome with great emotion and remorse and

Grief and regret at what I'd done. The people shout “WHY IS HE CRYING?!

SURELY, HE DOESN'T CARE!” Oh, I do. At the end, I do. And so it ends. I close my

Eyes. The next time I opened them, I wasn't dead, but I wasn't in my body. I saw two

Figures on two crosses: I saw a being of pure darkness hanging on a cross of great

Light and the other Being was of pure light on a cross of great darkness. I was the

Former. The next thing I knew the Being of pure light cried out “It is finished!”

And promptly died. Just after this happened, to this day I don't understand, but

Everything had switched; I became a being of light on a cross of darkness and He

Became a being of darkness on a cross of light. I started to weep in the metaphysical

State I had felt my conscious being suspended in; at the very same time, the

Form representing me was also doing the same. I closed my eyes again, and the next time

I opened them, I was back in the real world. To my great surprise and dismay, I was

Now hanging on a cross of great Fire. Apparently, no time had really past as the same

People who were wishing me dead one moment ago are now standing in awe and

In surprise. The noose was gone; I simply hung there on a 12 foot high cross

Of great flame. I closed my eyes once more. My entire body was then ignited

By the cross, but my body was Not harmed. It entered into my body, my mind, my

Soul, and my spirit and destroyed the old and remade me anew. I opened my eyes once

Again and I was still on the cross. The people began to gasp and cry in fear and I knew

Not as to why. The cross then disappeared and I fell to the ground. As I picked

Myself off of the ground, I noticed that I was not in the tattered clothes that

A prisoner wore, but I was wearing a full suit of armor minus a helmet. By my

Right hand was a great claymore with a crimson-tinted blade and a red hilt. I looked down

At the suit and it was a deep shade of red; there around my neck was a cloth that

Was bolted to the armor. On this white fabric was a crimson cross.

I can feel on my back that an insignia of a flame was etched onto my back. I looked at my

Hands and began to weep. The people didn't know what to think. Neither did I,

But there was Something on the inside of me telling me what I must do:

“Go. Sin no longer. You've been forgiven and acquitted of your crimes. Love others

As I have loved you. All I ask of you is that you'd share with others what I've done

For you so they may be changed from the inside out too. That Sword is your weapon

Of which you fight back the darkness in the hearts of men. When the wicked fall

At the hands of this Sword, they will encounter something similar to that which you've

Experienced. On your walk to be the Light and spread the influence, you will

Find others who are like-minded and have had similar experiences; join with

Them and combine the powers of which I have given you.” I had then looked up and

Saw that many people had aruas of darkness emanating from their bodies.

Knowing what I must do, I had picked up my Sword and hopped off the gallows.

As I approached one of them, the darkness inside them noticed the Light in me.

Because of this, it drove the person to draw his weapon and charge at me;

Undaunted I gripped my Sword which then ignited. I felt as if my whole body were an inferno.
We did battle, but in the end I won. I slashed the person with the sword, and the Spirit
That spoke to me then began to do His work. Confident in what I could do,
I then set forth to Light up the city and would eventually find the rest.....

Those others that I was told I would encounter...........



Musical Inspiration: Disciple - Once and For All