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The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
February 16th
The EmpireLoosing Aelic has been the most heartbreaking thing I have experienced since Adrian’s death. Aelic was such a dear brother, and we all loved him. I wish I could have really been there with him when he died, so that he wouldn’t have had to face it alone. Yet, thinking back to that night, I can see the look on his face, and I know he was not alone. I can hardly believe his courage and love to keep on calling out to his people, even as he slowly died at their hand. Oh, it makes me sick with anger when I think of what they did to him, yet I am also filled with a strength and peace when I remember Aelic. It will be hard to move forward without him, for he was such a dear and constant companion. The only way any of us can bare this is that we know we will meet again. We are all still trying to battle with the grief of these last weeks. First Dietrich and Marius, now Aelic. How many others have died that we will never know of? Who will be the next?
At least for now we are fairly safe in Dietenbruck, but that can’t last forever. I am sure people know that this is a Christian village, and I am sure soldiers will come. I only pray it will not be during the winter, for if it is, I doubt we will be able to escape them.~Leon
Several days passed, and they were days spent in mourning for those who had died.
“We have to be prepared,” Leon said one night as they sat about the Klien’s home. “The soldiers could attack us any day, and we need to know what we are going to do.”
Rolf turned away from the window. “We’ll have to flee the village.”
“Yes, but there is nowhere closer to the border that we can go. They have us backed against the border patrol and their advance from the Capital,” Julian said.
“The mountains,” Mr. Klein decided. “We will make for the mountains to the north.”
“That’s miles away from here, and with the snow and cold it will be treacherous,” Roland put in from where he was seated beside Liesl.
“It is our best hope. No soldier will be too keen on chasing us through those mountains, and no one lives in them.”
“There are reasons no one lives there, father. It’s because it’s uninhabitable,” Rolf replied.
“Or, not as pleasant to inhabit as other places,” his father suggested.
“Mr. Klein is right,” Leon said. “There will be ways to survive, and we will have a better chance than if we wait here for them to kill us all.”
Mr. Klien rose. “We need to bring up this plan to the rest of the village.”
Julian nodded. “I agree. Everyone must be ready and have bags packed and things they need close at hand. We never know how little of a warning we will get.”
***
Two weeks passed, and then one evening, Roland and Liesl came into the living room where everyone was sitting. Julian looked up and saw Liesl hugging Roland’s arm and Roland grinning like a boy. Mr. Klein smiled knowingly and winked at Rolf.
“Do you have something to tell us?” Ernst asked.
“Liesl and I are engaged!” Roland exclaimed.
After that it was hugs, back slapping, hand shaking, and congratulations all round. When the noise had settled down, Leon spoke. “When do you plan to get married?”
Roland looked to Liesl. “Tomorrow.”
“Oh no, we’ll never have time to plan a wedding all in one night!” Liesl laughed. “There must be a feast, and flowers, and all sorts of things. Besides, it’s too cold to do it outdoors, and no one has a big enough house!”
“Well then, as soon as possible,” Roland consented.
Talk continued, and Julian watched as Liesl laughed and held tightly to Roland’s hand. He felt a small touch of sadness, and he wondered if one day his own hand would no longer be empty. I trust You. May Your will, not mine, be done.
Two more weeks passed and then came another fall of snow.
One day, Julian and Ernst went out to the woodpile at the back of the house. As the two loaded logs onto a sled, Ernst looked up. He shielded his eyes with a hand and shushed Julian.
The two listened, and after a moment, Julian heard something in the distance.
Ernst was off like a shot, running low and keeping to the shadows. They came to a hill and Ernst climbed swiftly. He threw himself flat and inched up to the crest. Julian lay at his side, and the two looked down over the edge.
Below them, the sun glinting off their chainmail, was a company of soldiers. They were a little over a mile away from Dietenbruck, but the road wound around the rocky hills and would take them another three miles out of the way.
“They’re in battle formation,” Julian whispered.
“They’re coming for us,” Ernst hissed, his face pale.
“We have to warn the village,” Julian said. He slid part way down the hill and then got to his feet. He broke into a run, Ernst hot on his heals.
They raced into the village and Ernst ran swiftly home while Julian began knocking on doors and shouting the alarm. Soon the streets were filled with men, women, and children dressed in their warmest things and carrying packs on their backs. Julian ran into Leon, who handed him his rucksack. A little way off, Roland stood protectively by Liesl, and Ernst waited at his brother’s side, his eyes on the road behind them.
“Let’s go!” Mr. Klein called. “You all know where we are going. Stay with your families and move swiftly.”
Soon they were making their way through the knee-deep snow. They turned away from the road and started out across the fields.
They moved swiftly, Mr. Klein leading the way, and Ernst, Julian, Rolf, and Leon taking the back. There were only about twenty people in all, and there were very few children too young to walk with the speed needed.
Julian couldn’t help but look over his shoulder every few minutes, wondering if the soldiers had arrived and found the village deserted. Then it began to snow. It snowed harder and harder until it was almost impossible to see.
Julian pulled his hat low and wrapped his cloak tighter. Looking back, he could see absolutely nothing. Then, he understood. “Leon, God is shielding us from them and covering our tracks.”
Leon looked back, his teeth chattering. “We had better find shelter soon.”
They pressed on and on, hardly stopping to catch their breath. They stayed close to keep from losing one another in the snow. At last, they came to a pine forest and entered it. The small company walked about a mile through the woods and then collapsed for the night. They built small fires for warmth and to keep off wild animals. Then, they slept.
In the morning, the villagers woke stiff and cold. The fires had burned low in the night, and the snow had stopped.
Julian rubbed his eyes and crouched by the fire, holding out his cold hands to the flames. Leon added a few more sticks that had fallen from the treas. The fire hissed in protest against the wet wood, and the two jerked back, choking in the smoke.
Ernst lay curled up in his cloak a few feet away, and for a moment, Leon thought it was Aelic. Ernst rolled over, and he saw it was not Aelic after all. Leon felt a sharp pain of sorrow flash through him and turned away.
Roland was sitting up and Rolf was crouched nearby, going through his pack. Liesl slept a little way off with a few of the girls from the village.
Mr. Klein was already awake and was walking through the group, seeing if everyone was alright.
Rolf came up to Julian and handed him a piece of flatbread and a wedge of freezing cold cheese.
“Thanks,” Julian said, dividing it in half and offering some to Leon.
Mr. Klein joined them and crouched down by their small fire. “How are you boys holding up?”
“Fine, but we’re freezing,” Rolf said.
“How far are the mountains?” Leon wondered.
“If we’re where I think we are, then they should be another day’s journey. We need to get high and deep into the range, so it could be a week or so of travel,” Mr. Klein said.
Leon’s brow furrowed. “Do we have food to last that long?”
“Not likely,” Mr. Klein replied. “My prayer is that we run across a few deer or other game along the way.”
“Do you think we could sneak into a village or town to buy food and supplies?” Julian asked.
Mr. Klien shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t risk it. For one, we have nothing to bargain with, and second, we cannot risk being followed.”
“Speaking of being followed, thank God for yesterday’s snow,” Roland remarked.
The others agreed.
They pressed on through the woods, searching for a way out and into the mountains, but not daring to go back. They had to make camp in the woods again that night, for there was still no sign of a way out. The next morning, they continued, praying for a path out of the woods.
It was mid-afternoon when Ernst–– who had run ahead–– came racing back. “There’s a way out!”
Everyone let out sighs of relief and prayers of thanks. They followed Ernst through the woods and out into the open. They stood and stared over the wide fields.
There were no mountains.
“Where did they go?” Liesl asked.
Rolf and Mr. Klein ran ahead out into the fields. They looked around, and then Rolf pointed to the right. Mr. Klein looked up, and they saw him relax. The two came back.
“We got turned around in the woods and have been going north-west instead of north,” Mr. Klien explained. “The mountains are to our right. Come out past the bend in the woods and you’ll see them.”
Everyone did so, and they stood in silence, looking at the high jagged peaks that shattered the horizon. They were streaked with snow and some had trees while others were bare.
“Do we press on or stay here for the night?” Rolf asked.
“Stay,” his father replied. “We don’t know what lies ahead, and I see no shelter for miles.”
They set up camp just inside the woods. They had an early dinner, but it was still too light to sleep.
“Leon, I just thought of something,” Julian said.
“What?” Leon asked.
“Today is the Sabbath.”
Rolf looked up in surprise. “Really?”
“Well then, we ought to spend some time in worship,” Leon remarked. He stood up and walked to where Mr. Klein, Ernst, Liesl, and Roland were talking. He said something, and Mr. Klein nodded. Leon went back to where Julian and Rolf and waited. He pulled his Bible from his pack and stepped through the villagers to the center of the camp.
“Today is the Sabbath,” Leon said. “I thought we should take a moment to spend some time in worship.”
Everyone gathered closer and waited expectantly. Leon bowed his head. “Father God, we are gathered here on our flight from the enemy to spend time in worship of You. Keep us safe, bless this time, and give me a passage to read to the people here. Speak through me, Father.”
Leon stood silently for several minutes, and around him, he heard the whispered prayers of those gathered. Then, a passage came to his mind, and he knew what to read. Leon opened the Bible and flipped through the pages. “‘Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; His understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might He increases strength. Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.’”
There was a long moment of silence. Then, Leon continued. “I don’t feel led to speak much about this. All I can say is that God is with us, and we must wait upon Him, no matter what may come. He will be with us, and He will give us strength.”
There were quiet murmurs of agreement.
“Let’s sing something,” Rolf said.
“You lead us,” Leon replied.
Rolf thought a moment, and then began to sing one of the psalms Heinrich had put to music and taught to them while they were visiting the university. The others listened to the first through lines, and then joined in.
“For God alone, I wait in silence;
My soul is still before the Lord
He is my rock and my salvation,
My fortress strong;
I trust in Him.I’ll not be shaken!
I’ll not be shaken,
For all my hope is in His love.
From God alone comes my salvation;
I wait and trust His steadfast love!Put not your hope in gain of riches;
Seek not your rest in empty wealth.
The rich are weak; the poor are mighty,
Who turn to God alone for help.I’ll not be shaken!
I’ll not be shaken,
For all my hope is in His love.
From God alone comes my salvation;
I wait and trust His steadfast love!Pour out your heart to God our refuge
And trust in Him to hear you cry.
No other hope will never fail you;
No other love will not run dry.I’ll not be shaken!
I’ll not be shaken,
For all my hope is in His love.
From God alone comes my salvation;
I wait and trust His steadfast love!I wait and trust His steadfast love!”
When they had finished, it seemed as though the song echoed for a long time. Suddenly, Julian raised his head.
The echo was not the same song.
Leon also looked in the direction of the sound and everyone held their breath. The new song came to an end, and they could hear a male voice rising in the waning evening.
Motioning for the others to keep quiet, Rolf and Julian got up and crept toward the sound. They peered out from the woods and saw a group about the size of their own. The people were walking through the snow, and at their head, a young man was walking backward, gesturing to enunciate his words. The two stared at the party of travelers. “Dare we go out there?” Rolf whispered.
Julian bit his lip, watching the group. “I… I don’t know.” He took a deep breath. “God, help us to know what to do.”
They waited several more minutes, and the Julian spoke softly. “Watch me from the trees. If I’m captured or I start running, then go and warn the others.”
Rolf nodded grimly.
Julian took a deep breath and raced through the edge of the woods, hoping he was far enough away that the muffled sounds in the snow wouldn’t carry to the travelers. He paused several yards from Rolf, and a good few closer to the group. Breathing a silent prayer, he stepped out of the woods. He walked toward the small company and got several paces before they noticed him. Everyone froze, and he saw the men in the group tense.
The leader stepped out to meet Julian. “Hello traveler, can I help you?”
Julian opened his mouth to reply and then stopped short. The man before him was very familiar. Then, with a start, he knew. “Governor Walter!”
“Julian!” Walter exclaimed.
Julian ran forward and the two embraced. Then Walter stepped back. “What on earth are you doing here?”
“I would ask the same of you!” Julian replied.
“We had to flee Wiedlisbourg,” Walter replied.
“But what about the others in the church?” Julian asked. “The people with you are hardly half of those I saw while last there.”
“These are all that yet live,” Walter replied quietly.
Julian felt a wave of sorrow wash over him. It was several moments before he found his voice, and when he did, it was hoarse. “Come and join our camp. We too have been forced to seek refuge in the wild with those of the village Dietenbruck.”
“Thank God we found you,” Walter said. “We were driven off our path by the storm and have been lost for the last two or three days.”
“We were driven off course as well,” Julian replied. “It seems God was leading us to the same place.”
They all walked toward the place where Rolf lay hidden. Rolf started in surprise when he saw the governor, and his face broke into a wide grin. After greetings were exchanged, they went on to the camp. When they arrived, Walter greeted Leon and Roland.
Everyone settled down, and those of Walter’s group ate a light dinner. It was about an hour before everyone had found a place to rest, and most were asleep.
Leon, the Kleins, Julian, and Roland all sat about one of the fires with Walter. They told him all that had happened since their last meeting. Walter was greatly dismayed when he learned of Aelic’s death, and Leon saw tears fill his eyes. When they finished with their story, Walter told them what had happened in Wiedlisbourg.
“After your warning, several families left to seek shelter in other less populated areas. Others started to distance themselves, and I fear their faith was not deeply rooted. By the time the soldiers came, they denied all they had once believed.” Walter paused, and those around the fire clenched fists or shook their heads.
“Seeds that fell in rocky soil,” Roland muttered.
“Walter, where are Carl Falk and Meinrad Ludwig, the two young men from the university? Don’t tell me they were part of those who turned!” Julian exclaimed.
“No,” Walter said. “No, Carl and Meinrad were strong in the faith, and they led and taught us well. It was an honor to have known them. When the soldiers came the first time, Meinrad was arrested, interrogated, and sentenced to death. They killed him in the square as a warning to the rest of us, and they warned Carl that if he continued to teach as he had been doing, that he would be next. Then, they left.
“For a week we were given peace. Then, one morning they broke in on our Sabbath worship. Carl was leading it, and they arrested him. He died as Meinrad did less than an hour later. The soldiers burned down several houses and left once again. That night, those of us who still confessed to believe in Christ fled. We have been out here for almost a week now. We have bought food where we could, but the last time, the two young men who went into the town were captured. We have stayed away from people after that, and we prayed God would show us where to go.”
“And He brought you here,” Roland finished.
Walter nodded.
They were silent for a long time, thinking over all that had occurred. At last, Mr. Klein spoke. “So, you will be joining us as we travel into the mountains?”
“Yes,” Walter replied. “For now, I see no other option but to disappear.”
“How long can one disappear in a country like this?” Rolf muttered.
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
Why did this section make me think of The Sound of Music?
Two more weeks passed and then came another fall of snow.
These one sentence time skips aren’t bad, I just have a habit of missing them and then getting confused. Bad habit, that. The whole escape happened so fast and I kept missing things that I had no idea why they were suddenly in the mountains. I don’t think this is an ish-you. It’s an ish-me. I think it might have something to do with reading off a computer screen. But it is what it is. Maybe I should start reading off my phone more. I’m usually better with that. So don’t worry about fixing this unless a lot of other people are saying the same thing.
I guess Roland and Leisl needed more than two weeks to plan.
Julian opened his mouth to reply and then stopped short. The man before him was very familiar. Then, with a start, he knew. “Governor Walter!”
They found them by echo-location.
“How long can one disappear in a country like this?” Rolf muttered.
How large is the Empire and how crowded is it? Something tells me it isn’t like Canada: very big and very empty. I guess it usually doesn’t take them very long to get from one town to another.
Sometimes it is necessary to paint the sky black in order to see the stars.
I dunno. I like that movie a lot, but it never came to mind while I wrote this scene.
These one sentence time skips aren’t bad, I just have a habit of missing them and then getting confused. Bad habit, that. The whole escape happened so fast and I kept missing things that I had no idea why they were suddenly in the mountains. I don’t think this is an ish-you. It’s an ish-me.
They found them by echo-location.
😂
How large is the Empire and how crowded is it? Something tells me it isn’t like Canada: very big and very empty. I guess it usually doesn’t take them very long to get from one town to another.
It’s as if Rome was in Germany. So, a lot of good roads and cities and towns along those roads. However, if you get away from the roads, it’s pretty open. However, Rolf is referring to the idea that just about anyone they encounter is most likely an enemy, plus they are being hunted by the army.
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
It’s as if Rome was in Germany. So, a lot of good roads and cities and towns along those roads. However, if you get away from the roads, it’s pretty open. However, Rolf is referring to the idea that just about anyone they encounter is most likely an enemy, plus they are being hunted by the army.
Okay.
Sometimes it is necessary to paint the sky black in order to see the stars.
Good section. I don’t have much to say about it. The stakes are rising.
“How are you boys holding up?”
“Fine, but we’re freezing,” Rolf said.
This took me back to that one scene with the soldiers… 😳 I was like, “Oh no.”
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C. S.
Yep, yep.
Glad it’s good.
This took me back to that one scene with the soldiers… 😳 I was like, “Oh no.”
Mhmmm.
I thought it might.
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
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With the numbers in their group increased, travel was slower. Still, they pressed on toward the mountains, keeping up a steady pace each day. Four days later they were climbing the foothills and still they continued higher up and farther into the mountain range.
The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
February 21st
The EmpireThis is the ninth day of our travels. We are high into the mountains now, and most of us have gotten over being sick from the change of altitude. Yesterday, Leon and Rolf climbed out on the edge of a cliff and spotted a company of soldiers riding about in the foothills. If they find our tracks, we will be in much more danger. It’s cold, but not terrible. The snow hasn’t started to melt, yet no more has fallen. For now, we are seeking a place to shelter for the rest of the winter… however much longer that may be.
~Julian
The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
February 25th
The EmpireStill no good place to shelter. Ernst thought he saw soldiers near where we began our climb. We’re going as quickly as we can, but food is running low, and we are all exhausted. We need shelter soon.
~Julian
The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
February 29th
The EmpireWe had a light snowfall in the night. This morning, we saw smoke rising from somewhere below us. It was in several streams, like campfires. We fear the soldiers may be following. We have to lose them, and we must find somewhere to hide. God, show us the way, keep us safe, and turn back the soldiers in pursuit!
~Leon
The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
February 30th
The EmpireIt was soldiers. Roland saw them beginning to climb very far below us. They are coming up here, and we must get to safety. Last night, we heard wolves. I wonder if one can eat wolves. I’m hungry enough to do so. The sky was cloudy today. It looks like more snow. I hope and pray it will not fall on us.
~Leon
The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
March 3rd
The EmpireIt’s snowing as I write. We are huddled in what shelter we can find under an overhang of rocks. Everyone is freezing and we can’t get a fire started. I don’t know how much longer we’ll be able to endure this. Perhaps attempting the border would have been better. I wonder if Helene, Erich, and Eden got out. I pray they did. I hope this snow holds off the soldiers a little while. Even though some of us have bows and hatchets and all of us have knives, it would be a losing battle should they come upon us.
~Julian
***
The wind was howling when Leon woke. He shivered in the cold and pulled his cloak tighter. Julian was sleeping with his back against Roland’s, and Ernst and Rolf lay not far away. The snow blew in little flurries and it was not as cold as it had been in the night. Leon slowly stood up, his stiff legs protesting the movement. Some of the others were already awake, and a few were standing. Among them was Walter. Leon watched the governor. He had always felt Walter was not a man made from power and the things he owned. Seeing him out here in the snow, dressed like anyone else, yet still smiling, Leon knew he had been correct.
Walter was crouched in the snow talking to a little boy who sat huddled against the rock walls, a blanket pulled up to his chin. Walter said something and the boy laughed. Leon smiled and walked toward them.
Walter rose and looked over at Leon. “Morning.”
“Good morning,” Leon replied.
“Ready to go get breakfast?”
“What?” Leon asked in confusion.
“There are tracks near the camp, and one of the village boys told me they can’t be more than an hour old.”
“What kind of tracks?” Leon wondered.
“Deer.”
Soon a small group of men and boys with bows and hunting spears were ready, and the hunting party set out after the deer. Leon had never been very skilled with the bow, so he chose to stay behind. Rolf went with them, though, as did Julian.
The rest continued, setting a slow pace so the hunters could easily catch up. In the evening, the hunting party rejoined them with a deer. That night, they were able to light a fire with wood they had carried with them from the forest. Everyone ate well and they were finally warm. The leftover meat they buried in the snow to keep cold.
The next morning, they ate the rest of the deer and continued. There seemed to be no sign of the soldiers for now, but the temperature was dropping. It began to snow around noon, and didn’t stop.
Julian was so cold he could hardly walk, but he pressed on beside Leon. Glancing back, he could see Roland and Rolf helping Liesl. Ahead of them, a woman stumbled and dropped to her knees, her child pressed close to her. Julian ran to help her up, and Leon took the little boy from her arms. Julian slipped an arm around the woman and helped her on up the path.
Night was falling fast and there was no shelter. They were hemmed in by high cliffs on either side, and the wind shrieked down the path.
“We’ll press on for as long as we can!” Mr. Klein shouted.
The message was passed down the line. They made it several paces farther but there was still no brake in the walls of sheer cliff faces. One by one, people dropped down to rest, and at last Walter looked up from where he was helping the stragglers. “We can’t go any farther!” he shouted up the line.
“We’ll stop here then!” came the reply.
Everyone hunkered down, trying to stay warm. Julian leaned against Leon, pulling his hat down and his scarf up over his face. “God, keep us safe tonight,” he whispered.
The next morning, Julian woke to a horrible sound. Someone was crying.
***
The seventeenth year of Emperor Haidronias’s reign
March 12th
The EmpireLast night it snowed all night. In the morning, we woke to discover a young woman and three of the children had died from the cold while we slept. Not only are we heartbroken at their death, but all of us are terrified. What will happen to us?
We are going to continue to press on and we pray we can find something, anything, where we could make shelter for the rest of winter. If we could find an open space and trees we could build cabins, or we could shelter in caves… there has to be something up here. It can’t be endless cliffs and narrow paths.
Lord, ease the ache in our hearts and help us to trust You. Show us what to do, where to go, and how to survive!~Julian
The small company pressed on through the now knee-deep snow. They hadn’t the day before, and there had been nothing for breakfast in the morning. Julian knew they had to find some sort of shelter or food soon. Several of the families had more then two small children, and soon Leon and the other single young men were carrying them. They pressed on and on, pausing now and then to drink the snow they had melted and filled their water skins with.
On and on they went, and Leon wondered how far one could go before it was physically impossible to keep walking. It was nearly evening when a shout came from ahead. Leon set down the boy he was carrying and raced ahead, his hand going for the knife at his belt. He rounded a corner and slid to a stop.
There was no one there.
“Leon!” came a shout.
Leon looked up to see Ernst beckoning from the top of a slope to the left. Leon scrambled up to him. Mr. Klein, Ernst, and another young man stood in an wide space sheltered on three sides by cliffs. In the face of one of the cliffs was an opening. Ernst was already striking flint over a small pile of tinder, and Mr. Klein had unhooked a lantern from his rucksack. The tinder lit, and soon they had a small flame dancing in the lantern.
The three came to the mouth of the cavern, and Leon drew his knife while Ernst hovered just behind, an arrow on the string of his bow.
Mr. Klein held up the lantern and they peered into the darkness. There was no movement, and–– taking a deep breath–– Leon stepped in. Mr. Klein and Ernst followed. The cavern was dry and empty. It was about twenty feet in both directions, but narrowed into a passage in the back.
Mr. Klien opened the lanter, and as they moved deeper, he kept his eyes on the flame. They followed the passage with caution and stepped into a huge room. The roof was over fifty feet high, and the width and breadth of the chamber were three times that length. A few smaller chambers branched off to the right and left, and another hall to the right led to a chamber about the size of the first. Looking up, they cold see small holes in the roof periodically, which let in clean air and a steady drip of snowmelt in a few of the corners.
Leon fell to his knees in the center cavern, covering his face with his hands. “Oh thank You God!” he whispered. “Thank You.”
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
Yay!! They finally found shelter!
Good transitioning scenes. I feel bad for the woman and the kids though.
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C. S.
Thanks!
Yeah, me too. That was sad.
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
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