Akatsuki

The blush of dawn intermingles with the radiance of the new day. It's flaming rays consume the sky, and declare that the sun has awoken.

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The soldiers splashed out of the sea, eyes wild with fear. He stood firm in the sand, his own irises reflected determination as they met with those of the man he had once called brother. In his heart he heard a voice. A silent timber that engulfed him in warmth. He felt the smooth shaft of his staff in hand, and he could see the foreboding hue seeping from where he had placed it in the water. It reached out into the waves, stealing the presence of any other tint. Behind him his people stood on the shore, their expressions both of fear and astonishment. Before him were those who had drawn the blood of his people for the past four centuries. They were more than familiar with the pigment that stained their hands. 

Surely now, they will rightfully fear the power of God, and the retribution He would reign down upon them if Pharaoh did not set His people free.

(Inspired by Exodus 7:20)