Thewatchers

From whence they came we do not know. They came in droves in iron birds that flew so fast it was impossible for mortal eyes to see. Instantly the earth’s brightly colored pale blue sky turned blood orange then pitch black. Clusters of people cowering, hiding, running; the loud voices of frightened men, women, and children can be heard screaming. It was as though the end times had come upon us, the blood of the people was shed and all they held dear to had ceased to exist. A few brave and courageous men and women stood up to fight against the invading barbarian horde. Lionhearted and with nerves of steel wearing faces of stone painted with dirt and tar, took up arms against the vile and abominable monstrosities.      
     
Suddenly a big bright flash of light appeared and scorched the sky, and in an instance the valiant few vanished into thin air like a magician’s coin. Great fear took over those who witnessed their destruction lowering their arms, realizing and acknowledging the weakness of their meek creation. The religious took to their knees praying for the arrival of the Gods, the Gods of their forefathers. These Gods whom they prophesied would save them from extinction were not here to prevent the onslaught, they did not arrive to save those on praying knees or the ones that died before them. In the temples they taught many about a great deliver, redeemer. A savior who will lead a great and mighty army which no earthly or outer world foe can withstand into battle and will reign victorious in the end. Many asked when will our great savior arrived to save us, we have been waiting for far too long. It’s not about the wait, it’s about the arrival says their spiritual leaders as the sullen faces of their flock look upon the burning homes and charred bodies, as      
entire clans were being slaughtered like live stock.          
          
Then it all went silent, not a sound could be heard except the sonnet of crackling flames and the smell of death and fear which filled the air like pollen and made the stench of burning flesh unbearable to breathe. The people wallowed in self pity with their heads and shoulders hung low. The enemy is too mighty showing no signs of mercy, attrition sets in as they wait frightened while death draws near.         
          
Alas it was not the time for mankind’s reign to end this night because suddenly as if someone had punch a great hole in the sky, the rays of the sun shone through carrying cargos of homosapiens. Human beings, not gods with lightening bolts and gladiators tridents, warriors, not gods flying on winged horses or surfing plumes of clouds. Yes men and women, indistinguishable in their uniforms and uniformed in their ranks. And like the invaders they too came in droves. They were of flesh and blood and bones wearing skin of different hues, and faces like our own. Warriors with boiling hot blood flowing in their veins and piercing eyes filled with rage and anger.          
          
They came from the sky, and the seas, then from underneath the earth, carrying mighty weapons firing trails of light striking the enemy. Gigantic sea ships and soaring iron eagles with payloads of harnessed atoms inside. As the great battle was being fought the people got off their knees and cheered these brave and noble protectors. Many took up arms joining the valiant warriors called Thewatchers. Thewatchers are the descendants of a secret clan of Spartans whom have watched over the earth laying in the shadows since the dawn of civilization. Ensuring that no tyrannical powers men or otherwise be established on our great world or on any foreign worlds as well. These Spartans have trained on many worlds and have faced the gravest dangers. Outfitted in the most technological advance armors, they are genetically enhanced possessing super human and alien abilities. And know this, they are the greatest fighting force known, on any inhabitable worlds in all the universes. Echoing unwavering screaming chants of no defeat, no surrender, showing no fear and weakness carrying black banner shields with words inscribed bearing the motto they live by “we are not yours to plunder.” These brave gladiators were relentless in their pursuit and after a lengthy war campaign the screams of victory is ours was heard by all who were able to hear. The invaders have been demolished, destroyed, and well deserved adulations were given onto to Thewatchers, the brave Spartans who ensured the survival of our species.          
          
“See” said someone the gods answered our prayers, we are saved from peril. A mighty young soldiers spat on the ground and began to speak. With her voice trembling she spoke saying “we are not Gods, for we live and die like any other human beings. We do not see the mutilated bodies of Gods on the battle fields nor do we see the crimson blood of Gods flowing from cold corpses. I do not own a trident, unicorn or winged horse, nor can I surf the clouds. I cannot multiple my rations to feed the multitudes left starving or command lightening bolts, and I most certainly cannot raise my fellow comrades back from the dead and into the land of the living again. “But yes” said another voice, “we prayed and waited on the gods arrival, they sent you, their mightiest warriors, they have crushed our enemies.”          
          
The young soldiers replied again this time saying  “if the gods sent us, we did not hear them. If the gods sent us, we did not meet in council to discuss strategy. If the gods send us, they did not make themselves known to us. The gods did not lead us into battle, they were not wounded and they did not die as so many died. They did not shed tears or mourn the lost of the fallen, and they most certainly did not crush our enemies on this day or on any other days before this day.” “You said you waited for the arrival of the gods, yet it was us who arrived. It was my Spartans who fought and died and liberated your sorry asses from extinction. These warriors you see standing before you, the ones whose blood has been spilled, Thewatchers. They are the keepers of truth, freedom, equality, liberty, justice and the rule of law. They fight to protect the autonomy, sovereignty and peaceful existence of all species. We are warriors of rational thought, we do not believe in      
foolish superstitions. For if there are gods who exist yet stay silent as billions of species are being hunted and eradicated then they will have to forgive me. I offer them no high praises, only contempt, disdain and disappointment. Because they did not exist on this day or on any other days when the blood of the innocent and warriors were spilled in wars waged in their names.         
          
I wonder since your precious gods did not arrive who will you pray to now.