This Civil war had raged on for two years straight. Northern and Southern states at each other's throats in a war over state's rights and preservation of the United States. It started at the attack on Fort Sumter in April of 1861. That was an event that set off this American Civil War that tore this nation apart. In the field of Chancellorsville, Virginia the two sides were locked in a battle that would likely be one of many more before this war is over. Many believed the war would end in a few weeks with a Union victory on a whim. Both battles of Bull Run proved them wrong.
Private Gregory Bennett of Stonewall Jackson's Stonewall Brigade stood next to his brothers in arms as Jackson led them against the Union boys in blue. It was just yesterday their offensive against the Federalists began with the XI Corps of the Potomac were routed by Jackson's boys. Gregory felt proud of himself as he marched in line with his fellow southern gentlemen. Cannons fired, followed by musket and rifle fire. Both sides were locked in a struggle near Salem Church. One side attempting to defend itself against the Rebel counterattack, and the other facing a new threat to Lee's position.
"Go on boys them Northern rats will turn tail and run!" roared a commanding officer in the rear.
"You are Stonewall's boys! Show these Blue Boys how you defeated their friends!" an older rebel hollered. He received the rebel yells along with what sounded like Injun war cries.
His unit advanced forward towards the Union lines ready to smash into them. They stopped to exchange fire with these North boys. Gregory fired his rifle hitting a Union soldier in the chest. He quickly reloaded. Everything was loud all around him. Cannons firing, shells hitting the earth, explosions, rifles firing, yelling, shouting, commanders barking out commands, cries of the wounded, and the rebel yell. As he aimed his rifle to shoot two bullets hit him in the stomach. Gregory collapsed on the grass and passed out from the blow. The sounds of war faded away as the world around him grew dark. He had a dream about home and his family, even childhood friends who had died in the war earlier than he did were there. In his dream something dark and sinister looking killed everyone he knew. Each one died a gruesome death at the hands of what looked like a savage indian mixed with a demon of some sort.
Gregory jolted awake to find the battle had moved on with the Union running again, and the Rebels in pursuit. All around him were dead rebels and those dying from their wounds. Those who were alive were screaming for help or for someone who was not there. Gregory could not help them at all, because he too was wounded. He moved as much as his wound would allow him to wave at the rear men and those in the reserves to come help the wounded. As he waved an arm he heard the cries slowly fade away. This time the world became enshrouded in a smoky mist followed by a strange howl. A figure dressed as a Native American appeared through the mist. He bent down and took the souls from the dead like some kind of Grim Reaper. It did not matter to this figure who was dead or dying their souls were his now. Acting fast Gregory fired a shot at the figure hoping to kill it. His shot went through the Savage leaving it unscathed.
"I was worshiped by the Powhatan Tribes of these Lands. Powhatan are Algonquian peoples who had harmony here before the white man came. I am like a great spirit of war that comes when there is conflict. You whites call me Devil or is it Lucifer?" This native said to Gregory.
Gregory did not know what to make of this except make a run for it. All he could do was crawl in order to escape. Crawling would only rip his wound up even more. He lay on the ground soaked in sweat, blood, and fear as this Native Spirit approached him.
"Who who are you?" He asked the Native American.
"Powhatan call me Okeus or Okee. You are Gregory Bennett of this Confederate States of America." Okeus said as if to mock him and his country that is rebellion.
"Your warfare is barbaric to us, yet ours was barbaric to you." Okeus pointed out as he bent over Gregory.
"I am the Lucifer and Devil according to your people's writings about me." he said getting closer and closer to Gregory's face. "Then I shall take your soul as does this Lucifer. Your Jesus Christ, and this Lucifer are not the only deities to walk this earth."
Okeus grabbed Gregory by throat and scalped him before dragging his spirit out of his corpse. In a firm grasp Okeus took Gregory's spirit to his realm or what was perceived as Heaven and Hell. Gregory recalled the tales of Odysseus and his ventures into the Underworld along with many of the heroes from Greek Mythology. He looked at Okeus realizing their gods were not the only ones.
Private Gregory Bennett of Stonewall Jackson's Stonewall Brigade stood next to his brothers in arms as Jackson led them against the Union boys in blue. It was just yesterday their offensive against the Federalists began with the XI Corps of the Potomac were routed by Jackson's boys. Gregory felt proud of himself as he marched in line with his fellow southern gentlemen. Cannons fired, followed by musket and rifle fire. Both sides were locked in a struggle near Salem Church. One side attempting to defend itself against the Rebel counterattack, and the other facing a new threat to Lee's position.
"Go on boys them Northern rats will turn tail and run!" roared a commanding officer in the rear.
"You are Stonewall's boys! Show these Blue Boys how you defeated their friends!" an older rebel hollered. He received the rebel yells along with what sounded like Injun war cries.
His unit advanced forward towards the Union lines ready to smash into them. They stopped to exchange fire with these North boys. Gregory fired his rifle hitting a Union soldier in the chest. He quickly reloaded. Everything was loud all around him. Cannons firing, shells hitting the earth, explosions, rifles firing, yelling, shouting, commanders barking out commands, cries of the wounded, and the rebel yell. As he aimed his rifle to shoot two bullets hit him in the stomach. Gregory collapsed on the grass and passed out from the blow. The sounds of war faded away as the world around him grew dark. He had a dream about home and his family, even childhood friends who had died in the war earlier than he did were there. In his dream something dark and sinister looking killed everyone he knew. Each one died a gruesome death at the hands of what looked like a savage indian mixed with a demon of some sort.
Gregory jolted awake to find the battle had moved on with the Union running again, and the Rebels in pursuit. All around him were dead rebels and those dying from their wounds. Those who were alive were screaming for help or for someone who was not there. Gregory could not help them at all, because he too was wounded. He moved as much as his wound would allow him to wave at the rear men and those in the reserves to come help the wounded. As he waved an arm he heard the cries slowly fade away. This time the world became enshrouded in a smoky mist followed by a strange howl. A figure dressed as a Native American appeared through the mist. He bent down and took the souls from the dead like some kind of Grim Reaper. It did not matter to this figure who was dead or dying their souls were his now. Acting fast Gregory fired a shot at the figure hoping to kill it. His shot went through the Savage leaving it unscathed.
"I was worshiped by the Powhatan Tribes of these Lands. Powhatan are Algonquian peoples who had harmony here before the white man came. I am like a great spirit of war that comes when there is conflict. You whites call me Devil or is it Lucifer?" This native said to Gregory.
Gregory did not know what to make of this except make a run for it. All he could do was crawl in order to escape. Crawling would only rip his wound up even more. He lay on the ground soaked in sweat, blood, and fear as this Native Spirit approached him.
"Who who are you?" He asked the Native American.
"Powhatan call me Okeus or Okee. You are Gregory Bennett of this Confederate States of America." Okeus said as if to mock him and his country that is rebellion.
"Your warfare is barbaric to us, yet ours was barbaric to you." Okeus pointed out as he bent over Gregory.
"I am the Lucifer and Devil according to your people's writings about me." he said getting closer and closer to Gregory's face. "Then I shall take your soul as does this Lucifer. Your Jesus Christ, and this Lucifer are not the only deities to walk this earth."
Okeus grabbed Gregory by throat and scalped him before dragging his spirit out of his corpse. In a firm grasp Okeus took Gregory's spirit to his realm or what was perceived as Heaven and Hell. Gregory recalled the tales of Odysseus and his ventures into the Underworld along with many of the heroes from Greek Mythology. He looked at Okeus realizing their gods were not the only ones.
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