Chapter 2 picks up where the storm left off, with Noah’s family adrift at sea and the floodwaters still overwhelming the earth. The divine decree has set the stage for a monumental shift in history, as the world’s first cleansing unfolds. As we journey through this world- changing event, we also look ahead to the next monumental tale—Moses and the Ten Commandments: A New Perspective on an Ancient Story. This retelling will explore the timeless nature of its lessons, revealing how the past continues to shape our present and future. And now, Chapter 2 “The Lost Account of Noah’s Flood” Chapter2: The Curse of Survival The rain had ceased, but the world Noah once knew was gone. The Ark floated aimlessly, its hull creaking in the endless water. The animals aboard were restless, and Noah’s family exhausted, broken— drifted in silence. The weight of guilt and fear clung to the air, thick with tension. Noah stood at the edge of the Ark, staring into the water. His reflection was a mere shadow, his face tired, graying, haunted. He’d followed Yahweh’s command, saved his family, but at what cost? Ham broke the silence. “I hear them, Father… the screams. They’re still here.” Japheth, his eyes narrowed in distress, added, “They shouldn’t be. All of them— gone. But their screams still linger.” Noah felt the weight of their words deep in his chest. He knew who they were talking about—those lives, wiped out in the flood. His flood. “It was necessary,” Noah whispered, though even to himself, the words felt hollow. Suddenly, a cold gust of wind swept across the Ark. Something unnatural stirred in the distance. Noah squinted, and there it was: a shadow in the water. Moving. Growing larger. “Father,” Shem whispered, his voice strained. “What is that?” Noah’s heart sank. The Nephilim. The giants. They had survived. From the wreckage of a drowned city, the Nephilim emerged, towering and fierce, their eyes burning with fury. Noah’s sons stiffened in fear. “They’re real,” Noah murmured. “And they’ve come for vengeance.” The first arrow struck the Ark with a deafening crack. The force was unimaginable. The Nephilim were here, and they weren’t looking for justice. They wanted revenge. “Get ready!” Ham shouted, grabbing his bow. Noah’s sons fought back, but their weapons were useless against the Nephilim. Ham’s arrows bounced off their thick skin, Japheth’s club was swatted away like a twig. The giants swarmed the Ark, climbing its sides with terrifying speed. “Father, do something!” Ham yelled. But Noah didn’t move. He was frozen, guilt paralyzing him. He had been the one to destroy their world, and now, these creatures—these gods— had come for him. “You murdered the world,” one of the Nephilim hissed. “You are no better than your god.” Noah looked into their eyes. “Finish me,” he whispered, ready to accept whatever fate awaited him. But the Nephilim hesitated. Instead of death, they spoke in unison, their voices cold and malicious. “We condemn you to live.” And with that, they turned, leaving Noah to face an eternity of torment. The Ark rocked gently in the vast silence, and Noah stood alone, consumed by the weight of his guilt. The flood had taken everything from him, and now, the Nephilim had left him with the one thing he couldn’t escape—survival. End of Chapter 2 Extended version of Chapter on Andrew’s Substack, Link in Bio. Chapter 3 Drops Saturday, 2-15-25.
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