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Poetry and Prose

It is my pleasure to present the first chapter of Dana Janicek’s book, Taurseus.


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            Before the great flood, by the rivers of Pangaea, when there was only one continent of land. Before the breaking and drifting began, there were born the Nephilim.


            I, Taurseus, am the first generation offspring of the fallen seraphim. We are called Nephilim, the children born of angels.


            All that I’m about to tell you is going to be extremely difficult to believe. I have a hard time believing it myself, and I was there. Be warned, it may seem like a fairytale, but all accounts are true incidents of a long, immortals, life.




Searching for answers from where it has all begun

this never ending race is run

until my last breath

I escape the consequence of death


Mercy abounds in this fearful heart

not knowing destiny from the start

in my undeserving state

I must live out my fate


Hidden behind the mask on my face

I have relished in God’s grace

thinking there’s nothing left to be seen, but

 condemned to live a life of immortality


 Chapter 1:


             I didn’t see the angels that fell, though, I was born of one of the women they took to wife. My life had just begun when the fallen were banished from the earth, and all I knew were the stories I was told.


          I am Nephilim, but I don’t like to be called that because of their reputation. I have heard of how they behaved, and I saw no semblance to myself. As I matured, more similarity became apparent.


            I remember…


            I was just a boy when I heard Noah speaking to the crowds in the market warning of great floods. No one would believe him. He spoke of woe and despair that few would hear, but I listened. I was a curious child after all.


            “That old man has lost his mind,” a voice rose from the crowd.


            Laughter echoed as the crowd was dispersing, and I could see the discouragement on Noah’s face.


            When Noah started building this huge wooden house that he called an Ark, I was fascinated and always went to ask if I could help in any way… just to get a closer look.


            He sent me on occasional errands, but the work at hand was very precise. Noah said that God, the Creator of heaven and earth, told him to build this water vessel to carry us on the flood. He was given detailed instructions with exact measurements that must be followed.


            Noah did not mind my many questions as he would patiently continue his work.


            “What are you building, Noah?” was my first question as I realize the wood is taking shape.


            “I am building an Ark of refuge for when the rain and flood come,” Noah answers patiently.


            “What is rain?” I have never heard of rain before.”


            “It’s when water falls from the sky, like the evening dew. It will be a very heavy dew that fills the river to overflow the riverbanks,” Noah explains.


            “What’s a flood?” I ask.


            “It’s when the river grows so big that everything in it’s path is swept away by it’s force,” he spoke searching my eyes to assure understanding.


            I responded in confusion, “I have never seen our river over flow the riverbanks.”


            “That’s because you have never seen it angry,” Noah replies.


            “A river gets angry?” I ask.


            “Well, when the Creator of the river is angry, the river will express that emotion,” Noah explains.


            My eyes were questioning as I ask, “why would the Creator get angry?”


            Noah stopped working to speak this important message, “The Lord Creator has been distraught by the filth that has accumulated in the hearts of man. All that will turn from their rebellion against the Lord may enter the Ark for safety. Just like you wash your body in the river, our Lord will use the water to wash this land… And all who enter the ark, God will make their hearts clean again.”


            This revelation had me awestruck, and I wanted to go tell my family right away, “I must tell my parents.”


            “Yes, please do.” Noah replies with a smile.


            I run anxiously home and start speaking to my parents. I’m excited about all that Noah told me, but speaking to my parents about the ark and the flood only made them laugh and say, “Noah is telling you bed-time stories.”


            I frown… knowing they would not listen to me, just as they would not listen to Noah.


            I do remember some of the stories told by the fire before bed-time. However, I never understood why a scary story was told just before we went to sleep. When we are sleeping, we slip into an unknown world of dreams… maybe that is exactly why, to prepare us for the scare of the unknown.


            Even-though rain was unknown to us, fear of it was non-existent. We have never feared water. It was a place where we found refreshment. We drank the water, washed in the river and used water in all our food preparation. We have never seen the river angry as Noah described.


            When the time came for the rain, as Noah predicted, no one responded with fear. It started as just a condensation of the dew we experienced every day, and everyone saw it as a greater blessing.


            In fact, the only thing I remember people talking about in fear are the fierce Nephilim. Our small village is isolated, and as such, the Nephilim have not pursued it. Still, we lived in fear that one day they would.


            I have been told that my fair skin looks like that of the Nephilim, and people have looked at me with distrust at times because of that. However, since I did not grow to be their towering height, nor did I develop a massive physical frame, those fears dissipated. That is how I was able to go undetected for so long.


            If ever a comparison to the Nephilim was made, I would  protest furiously, “Do not compare me to those rabid beasts!”


            They were described as devourers of flesh and blood, as savage, warring barbarians. I heard they were even more brutal than the descendants of Cain which were known as murderers because of the death of Abel back in the days of Adam and Eve.


            Anyone that wandered alone was considered a descendant of Cain. They were thought to wander the earth since they were cast further from the Garden of Eden. Some thought they were to build their homes in a place that was hidden… even in the depths of the earth.


            Wanderers were not given the chance to enter the city, and Noah went out to meet them to warn them of the floods coming. Noah continues to urge all to enter the ark but none respond… except the animals.


            I could not ignore the animals. Their instincts have always been respected. I express this observation to my parents, but their reply is that Noah always had a way with the animals just like all the generations of the Holy Men that make the sacrifices to God for the people.


            My parents tell me, “Noah must be sacrificing more for us to be receiving this greater blessing of dew.”


            At that point, I could not help but raise my voice to announce, “This Holy Man has been warning us for years about a flood! It’s going to be more than we could possibly use, and we must take shelter in the Ark!”


            My mother giggles at my intensity, “Look at his passion.” Then, they speak softly together again about the coming marriage of my sister.


            I stand there with my brow furrowed in dismay. They seem oblivious to reality. I thought that if they would only get to know Noah, and let him explain thoroughly, they would understand.


            I turn to walk away stricken with a sorrow that pierces my heart. I start running, trying to escape it, but the pain does not dissipate. I run all the way to the ark and stop in amazement.


            I can see every animal making their way up the ramp of the ark, and they all move together in tranquil order. I didn’t see Noah or his sons directing them. They were still working on the final touches of pitch on the roof and deck.


            Suddenly, I am in a trance… in concordance of movement; making my way with every other animal. I continue in the daze until I’m on the ark, and I lay down to rest on a bed of hay.


            I realize myself on the middle floor of the ark. There are three floors, one floor above me and one below me. As I sit up, I can see there are rows of stalls for the animals along each wall. Each stall floor is covered with hay, and troughs of food and water alternated down the middle isle. I watch as each pair of animals enter and make their way to their assigned resting places.


            Torn with conflicting emotions of fear and peace, I wonder why I’m here. I sit in a cloud-like haze continuing to observe all the animals boarding with similar peace and tranquility. Eventually, I fall asleep.


            I’m awakened by the sound of water pounding against the walls of the ark. I can feel the ark rising. Noah and his sons have to raise the ramp to keep the water out when it seems the ground  trembles and tears open. Water must be pushing us up and crashing down on us. I sit there in trepidation waiting for the angry river to flood the earth.


            Anger seems to resonate through the core of every body and being. The loudness crashes, rocking and tossing us to and fro. If ever an emotion was expressed in the elements created by our Creator, that time is now.


            As the horrid thumping continues to bombard the structure of our safety, I can hear the cries of every animal rescued from the storm. The shrieking echoes in my ears as the crashing reverberates the walls all around us.


            As this went on for an endless amount of time, I’m exhausted by the overwhelming impact of my senses. I look around, and it’s evident my companions are just as devastated.


            Then, a sound louder than all the animal cries strikes the sky. We are dumbfounded by it. It’s like the voice of God shrieking, “SILENCE!”


            The sky lightens it’s beacon call, and I feel the sighs of relief released from some of the animals. Only the water can be heard now. The rain is falling still, but not as fierce. And the ark is rocking softly.


            It grows dark, and I can hear footsteps followed by the sight of lamps. It sounds like Noah’s daughters in law. I bury myself under the hay to avoid being seen. I’m not sure why I feel the need to hide.


            Noah had invited all to enter the ark, but I’m alone now, a boy without family. A lone traveler without his clan was never trusted. I could be suspect as a descendant of Cain, as a murderer. I start to tremble.


            Then, I realize that Noah would recognize me, and he was always kind, even to wanderers. I had nothing to fear with Noah, but what about the rest of his family. I did not know how they would respond, so I decide to remain hidden.


            As time passes, I’m fretting about the fate of my family. Plus, I was getting lonely and tired of hiding. What would happen to my parents and sister? Would I ever see them again? I try to communicate with the animals, but I knew it had not been done since the days in the Garden of Eden.


            All of the animals in the animal kingdom were rendered unable to speak our tongue, all thanks to the sin that followed the serpent’s deception of Eve.


            I was told the children of Seth, especially Enoch, were called to be holy and have pursued intimacy with God our Creator. And they have been blessed with the gift of understanding all life. I never heard of them having open communication with animals, but there was an obedience and respect. I wonder  if I can accomplish that.


            The more time I spend with the animals, the better I’m able to understand them. I study their body language, and I’m able to read their eyes. I see every emotion expressed there. I find it amusing the tremendous effort on their part to communicate with me. They become my friends, and no words are needed to express ourselves. We begin to watch each others every movement, every facial expression, and we come to understand each other for it.


            For some reason, only known to God, my stall is shared with a pair of wolves. The female one is silver in color with gray eyes. She begins to follow me around. Wherever I walk on the ark, she follows. I give her the name Sariah because of how graceful she moves. Her mate is more of a tawny chestnut color, with golden eyes, and he’s not too happy about her following me. He always watches at a greater distance. I give him the name Enos because of his watchful eye.


            Every night they sleep ever closer, until one morning I awake to Sariah sleeping right next to me, and Enos is pressed up against her. It’s very cold for the first time. Usually, the earth was embraced with a balmy blanket of warmth. I have a feeling, all that has changed.


            The animals become my family. They are more family than what I had known before. They are more compassionate, even more loving. They always consider my reaction with everything they do. They seem to possess an innate desire to please me. I see that as an expression of their love, and I grow to love them in the same way.


            Every time I hear footsteps drawing closer, I hide. No animal ever gives me away. They continue to guard my fearful desire to remain hidden. If I accidentally make a sound when the girls are close, the animals will start wrestling with each other and make as though the sound is coming from them. Those are some of the most endearing moments when my heart is touched deeply by their actions.


            I teach every animal on the middle floor to deposit their waste at the front end, which is furthest away from the stall where I rest. All of the stalls on this floor remain clean because of that. So when Noah’s daughters in law come down to refill the food bins and water troughs, they would not need to do any cleaning… except for that one stall at the front tip.


            I hear the girls speaking as if it was God’s miraculous hand at work.


            “God has made our work easier. He has kept the mess isolated to the one stall on this floor,” the first girl says.


            “What a miracle… God is gracious,” the second responds.


            “Why is not the lower floor like this?” the third asks with skepticism.


            The first girl gives her opinion on the matter, “Those animals are much bigger. It’s harder for them to move, I suppose.”


            When I hear their dilemma, I decide to visit the lower floor while the others are sleeping. Those animals are the largest down there, and it would be hard for them to all move to deposit their waste at the same time. However, as I get to know them better, they don’t mind waiting their turn. I begin to spend the days on the second floor and the evenings on the first. It’s a very serene time where every animal lives peaceably together, and I enjoy getting to know them all.


            I have never needed much sleep. Even before the rain, I was always up at night pursuing some creative endeavor. My parents never minded, because I managed to do everything quietly.


            My parents? I ponder… the water is covering all of the earth by now. Why wouldn’t they listen to Noah? What about my sister and everybody else that is not on the ark with us? Would anyone survive?


            I was always seen as different, and I didn’t mind my uniqueness. However, now that I lost my family, I no longer had that blanket of acceptance. I didn’t realize how much that meant to me. Fortunately, I’m able to find that again with the animals.


            I notice some animals are not present on the ark. I see only the horse… no unicorn or pegasus. There are some animals similar to dragons, but none with wings. I know the dragons do not need land to survive… except for the nurturing of their eggs. They must be still in the skies or water.


            It looks as though some variety of life is lost. I see none of the mystical creatures which are the seeds of the seraphim. Then, I think of myself. Why am I on the ark? I’m Nephilim, seed of the seraphim. Why am I alive?