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Last Prophet

By: gr8dragon
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Real Name: Matthew Teets
Age: 42
Sex: m
Location: Littleton CO

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Writing Style:
Fantasy,Action, Science fiction

The Dome of the Rock towered over Jerusalem the sun setting behind. Moishe Aharon stood in the nave of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher watching it sink below the dome. His newly converted heart seethed with contempt for the infringement on the temple mount. He had once been a Jew, but resented the passivity in taking over the dome and Noble Sanctuary. Prophecies were being ignored and he couldn't allow that to pass in his heart. Sometimes Moishe thought that Christians needed to return to the days of the crusades, but his views weren't shared by enough the masses. 'Islam needs to be expelled from Jerusalem from the temple mount now if the temple of Solomon is to be rebuilt and prophecy fulfilled. Radical action would be needed. He had heard the legends of a group of men that could reunite to enact a new set of crusades, but convincing them to rise again from their underground spiritual stronghold was impossible. "Of course, present day Templar knights exist for other things." Aharon thought, "A new order needs to rise from within the ancient land. There is much to be done." As the sun finished sinking behind the mosque the sing song call to worship rang through the air from its tower. "It is beautiful, but has no place here in the city of the Jews." Moishe drew his cell phone from the holster at his waist, scanning through his apps until he came to the one that connected him to his bank account. His money was in order, but for something of this scale he would need more. Luckily he lived with his wealthy and ailing grandfather while he attended University in Jerusalem. The last time the old man had visited the United States was when Moishe was ten years old. When he was eighteen, Moishe found out that he had been given money in trust until he turned twenty. Tomorrow would be that day and he had an app for that too. He pressed it and his lawyer came on the line.

"Horace and Shechter," a familiar voice said on the other side.," Anton Shecter here.

attorney here and have my funds released to my Jerusalem account. I will give you the number."

"Will do Mo. When you coming back to the states?"

"When my studies are completed, a few more months."

Half way across the world Master Mason John Ross was driving down Franklin Avenue to attend his monthly meeting at the temple. They were initiating his son now come of age. Aaron was standing by his car as John pulled into the parking lot. His watch told him that it was Tuesday March 6, 2011. Two things were happening today. His son was being initiated into the Blue Lodge of the Scottish Rite Freemasonry. A few miles away, his new grandson was being born at the local hospital. He had sent his wife and older son to attend to the birth. Aaron had fasted and prayed for three days to purify himself for the initiation. Aside from being masons the Ross family were deep seeded Mormon family. Just a week before, Aaron had sealed his older son to him in the Washington D.C. temple. Since he turned thirty John had been running an honest and successful world security concern. Unrest had been growing in Israel since the last incursion from Hammas. Israeli military and police forces were at a standoff position with them. His office there was on high alert. Reports had been coming in daily that some Israeli factions were planning to make a run for the dome of the rock and noble sanctuary. 'It was bound to happen sooner or later' John thought as he parked his car in a close up space, 'surprised someone hasn't toppled the place before now in relation to the prophecy stating that the Temple of Solomon would be rebuilt on the Temple mount. He was even more surprised that the church hadn't considered making the Muslims that cared for the Dome of the Rock an offer they truly couldn't refuse. On the other hand something like this could cause an uprising among Jerusalem Islamists so he just accepted the fact that the church was being wise enough not to make an already tense situation even worse. John exited his car and closed the door shaking hands with and embracing his youngest son as he approached.

"You ready," John asked in request of reassurance.

"Been ready for months, dad." Aaron said releasing a

breath of apprehension. He remembered his time in the Aaronic Preisthood and the Order of DeMolay. It was a powerful time for him. A weak testimony had become very strong. He hoped that he would make his son's birth, praying that God would hold off the miracle until his initiation was completed and he made his first degree. John took Aaron into the lodge, leading him down the hall to the initiation room. Once outside the door the hoodwink went over his eyes and the yoke of rope over his head. Aaron and John took a breath and released this time.

gr8dragon (Rate Passer) added to this story on Tue, Jan 11 2011 20:34:33 EST
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Genre: Adventure
Created: 01-11-2011
Word Count: 870

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