Apocalypse Orphan

The Warrior of Legend has arrived...

Trulane stared at Wolf with fear and awe. After a long silence, he said, "A legend has been told for many generations throughout the lands. Long ago, we had one moon in the sky, and the blue moon was not there. Then a blazing star came from the heavens and the world was made anew. According to the legend, a traveler will come from the sky in a flying chariot that talks but has no tongue. He will be a giant among men. He will be immortal, and no blade, poison, or claw will mark his skin. Men will follow the traveler as he leads our people to victory over all the kingdoms. When the world is under his dominion, he will lead a chosen few to the stars."

Wolf said to the young man, "That's a fascinating myth, but I am not that man. Look..." He pulled out his Bowie knife and sliced it across his hand to show he could bleed. Gazing at his hand in stunned silence, he saw no blood, no cut, not even a scratch. He jabbed the knife into the palm of his hand, but it deflected harmlessly and left no mark.

"I...I don't believe it," Wolf stammered. "What has happened to me?"

Trulane's face broke into a broad smile. "You are the Spirit Warrior of the legend!" he exclaimed. "You have come at last to lead our people to freedom and victory."

"No, I am just a man. Please say nothing about this to anyone," Wolf pleaded. "I know you are excited, but trust me. This can't get out until I have time to adjust. Promise me, Trulane, as my new friend." Wolf had a strange, sinking feeling that gave him a chill, and his whole body shuddered.