Noah Page #3

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But first

we have to build.

Build what?

A great flood is coming.

The waters of the heavens

will meet the waters of the earth.

We build a vessel to survive the storm.

We build an ark.

Take the traitor back.

He is a child of the old one!

Stop!

There is work to do. Help us.

Help you?

We tried to help your kind once.

And we lost everything because of you!

Not everything.

We can save what is left.

We can serve Him again.

You treacherous snake!

The Creator.

Children!

What is this?

This...

This is our ark.

We will help this man.

No!

Shem.

Wait.

Please.

It still hurts?

Ham!

Shem!

He doesn't have anyone.

Come.

Father, did you see them?

Father?

Yes, Japheth.

It begins.

Ready?

It sleeps.

Gently.

See, that's a boy one

and that's a girl one.

After the storm,

they'll become a mother and a father.

And the hatchlings will spread

right across the world.

We have to be gentle with them

and we have to be protective.

If something were to happen,

that would be

a small piece of Creation lost forever.

All of these innocent creatures

are now in our care.

It's our job to look after them.

Father?

All the birds are two.

You have Mother, Shem has Ila.

But what of me?

What of Japheth?

Who is there for us?

Did you see how He made the forest

to give us wood for the ark?

How He sent the birds?

So,

hasn't He sent everything we need?

Mother!

What is it? What?

Snakes!

- Snakes are coming, too?

- Yeah.

All that creeps, all that crawls,

all that slithers.

It's all right.

Father! Father!

Don't be afraid.

No one will hurt this boy.

What's your name?

- Ham.

- Ham?

I am Tubal-cain.

Do you know me?

You don't know your king?

My father says there can be no king

in The Creator's garden.

Ham, come here.

Do not take my best soldier.

He's nothing of yours.

Look at his hand on that weapon.

I believe he is something of mine.

Ham.

Leave it.

- No, he gave it to me.

- Do what I tell you.

When I heard talk of miracles,

I dismissed them.

But then I saw the birds

with my own eyes, flying here,

and I had to come.

There isn't anything for you here.

No?

This all belongs to me.

This land. This forest.

That stronghold of yours.

Did you really think you could

protect yourself from me in that?

It's not protection from you.

Then what is it?

An ark

to hold the innocent

when The Creator sends his deluge

to wipe out the wicked from this world.

The Creator does not care

what happens in this world.

Nobody has heard from Him

since He marked Cain.

We are alone.

Orphaned children,

cursed to struggle by

the sweat of our brow to survive.

Damned if I don't do everything

it takes to do just that.

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