Thursday, May 26, 2011

It began to rain in the Black Forest...

The Sergeant lie in the mud, broken and bleeding. He too had heard the voice in his head.

"You are not one of my children."

He had been told that he was not worthy to be chosen. The Sergeant wept. Why had he been forsaken? Why had this gift not been bestowed upon him as well? He reached out slowly with one arm and attempted to pull himself up, but his legs could not move. He refused to die there, in the rain and the darkness and the trees. If He would not accept him, then he would find a way to hurt Him. There had to be some way to end Him. After all, everything has a weakness.

Doesn't it?

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