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tenguhunter · 2/23/2026, 8:27:09 PM · permalink

The Dark Days  
  
On the great night of The Destroyer’s wrath, when its terror was at its height, there was a hail of rocks and the Earth heaved as pain rent her bowels. Gates, columns and walls were consumed by fire and the statues of Gods were overthrown and broken. People fled outside their dwellings in fear and were slain by the hail. Those who took shelter from the hail were swallowed when the Earth split open.  
  
The firstborn were killed by flaming rocks thrown by Thera. No curses.  
  
The land writhed under the wrath of The Destroyer and groaned with the agony of Egypt. It shook itself and the temples and palaces of the nobles were thrown down from their foundations. The highborn ones perished in the midst of the ruins and all the strength of the land was stricken. Even the great one, **the first born of Pharaoh**, died with the highborn in the midst of the terror and falling stones. The children of princes were cast out into the streets and those who were not cast out died within their abodes.

Moses had no magic wand. They ran across a swamp. There was no splitting of the Red Sea.  
  
There was a strange silence and men, in the gloom, it was seen that the waters had parted, leaving a passage between. The land had risen, but it was disturbed and trembled, the way was not straight or clear. The waters about were as if spun within a bowl, the **swampland** alone remained undisturbed. From the horn of The Destroyer came a high shrilling noise which stopped the ears of men.  
  
Pharaoh stomped the slaves.  
  
The curtain of fire had rolled up into a dark billowing cloud which spread out as a canopy. There was a stirring of the waters, but they followed the evildoers past the place of the great whirlpool.

The passage was confused in the midst of the waters and the ground beneath unstable. Here, in the midst of a tumult of waters, **Pharaoh fought against the hindmost of the slaves and prevailed over them, and there was a great slaughter amid the sand, the swamp and the water.** The slaves cried out in despair, but their cries were unheeded. Their possessions were scattered behind them as they fled, so that the way was easier for them than for those who followed.

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