The First Horseman: the Archer.

‘…and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer’
How many years ago had man come to this planet in this dimension no one knew for sure. Those of the Elders claimed it was thousands of years ago when the ship crashed. The colonists survived. The local population was rather hostile to the new kingdom of man and within years there was a war. Man prevailed and took the western half. Yet man found a shrine of technology not even the locals were aware of. Twenty four humans received power and immortality. Nineteen of them followed the ship’s captain to create the floating city Paradise. These twenty claimed deity and ruled as gods among their fellow men. Idols and temples were built, worship of the twenty was ordered. The ship’s captain took the name Zeus (Father of gods from ancient myth). But one human king would stand against this new religion. To help his family line four Immortals who refused to be deified protect Zion the only city to worship The Creator and not Zeus and his nineteen followers. These four are the horsemen of the scroll.
The Archer:
The city was being burned by the mi-day sun yes nothing had grown in their land for six months and water levels were very low, indeed the people of New Babel suffered. There prayers to ‘Nimrod’ were unheard; or maybe the god had no power. Doubt ran wild, Nimrod’s army now patrolled the streets to keep order, his high priests assured the people he did hear and was on the job. The six foot five large, muscular black man. His bald head, his fine green robes. Yes this immortal was Nimrod. The name he had taken for himself. He sat in his palace worried, why had the rain stopped? Who was responsible? Did the City of Zion the dreaded enemy have anything to do with this? These thoughts plagued him. The answer rode from the west.
‘Look it is him, yes it is truly one of them.’ A citizen screamed and pointed.
‘Yes I see a man on a white horse, he carries a bow but no arrows. Dressed in white and with a crown on his head. The Preacher, the conqueror, The archer.’
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