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Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
*steals Joseph and Eric from Ellette*
Wow. loyalties changed.
So I’m free to kill Asher, Julian, and Sabina?
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Nope! You just told me I could only put a few of them in my signature, plus the 100 character limit, and that was when I was trying to convince you to save Eric. I can try to fit them all in, or I’ll just write “all of Ellette’s charries” if that’s what you prefer. 🤗😉
“I didn’t come this far to just come this far.”
No, I’m just giving you a hard time. lol.
btw, did you finish LTBL?
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
“Geed,” Joseph replied. “How are Asher and Eric?”
Good?
Joseph lifted his head and looked at Sabina. “Thank you for telling me.”
Now the question is, how well is Joseph going to remember this conversation?
Looks good!
Oh my. How did auto correct not get that? How did I even type that? lol. Haha. I made up a new word.
Now the question is, how well is Joseph going to remember this conversation?
That would indeed be the question.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
I have not. Thanks for reminding me about it, lol.
“I didn’t come this far to just come this far.”
@hybridlore @linus-smallprint @koshka @keilah-h @elishavet-pidyon @grcr
NEXT SECTION!!
Happy happy day! It’s super long!!!
Joseph sat on his bed and carefully opened the journal, his fingers trembling with the wave of emotions that filled him. Memories of Aaron flooded his mind, and for a moment he was too blinded by tears to read. At last, he took a deep breath and looked down at the page. The familiar handwriting was like the faintest whisper of Aaron’s voice, and Joseph smiled, blinking away more tears.
March 12th
I have felt a strange and strong call I don’t fully understand. I have become more attuned to the voice of God over these last months, and I have begun a deeper relationship with Him then I have ever known. I still dream of being a historian in the palace, and Master Hollyoak says that the king is very interested in what he has heard of me. I have been extremely blessed with such a good teacher, who is also a friend of the king! What an honor! At first, I let thoughts of this new life distract me from my Father in heaven, and it was only after some hard and painful lessons that I realized my mistake and turned back to Him. I now share a deep relationship with my God, and I can truly say I KNOW God! Well, perhaps I must say I am only beginning to know God, for I doubt any man will ever fully know Him. But since I know Him so much better than I used to, I also have learned to know His voice. Now I hear it, and I feel Him calling me. But to what? Father what are You calling me to do?
March 15th
The call is still there, stronger than ever, and I can hardly sleep at night because of it. I find myself slipping into long moments of thought, and I fear I drive poor Master Hollyoak crazy with my dreaming while he tries to teach me. I don’t try to! Honestly, I don’t! But this calling will not let me alone. No matter what I do, I cannot shake the feeling, yet I can’t figure out what God is calling me to do. Oh Father, don’t hide Your will from me.
March 16th
There has been news of a war! Not here, thank God, but with a neighboring kingdom, Ardenta. I don’t think we will become involved in it, for we have no agreement, treaty, alliance, or promises between us. I am glad, for the thought of war does frighten me a little. Poor little Ardenta, such a small peaceful kingdom, yet they completely refuse to have dealings with those that are not Ardentans. They are shy, swift, and peaceful. They are not a fighting people and want nothing more than to be left alone. They will not make friends, so now I fear no one will come to their aid. The Empire, a great land to the West, has sought to take them over to further their borders. I don’t know how people could do such a thing as attack a perfectly peaceful little land in order to make their kingdom bigger. The saddest thing of all, is that there is no doubt the Ardentans will fight to protect their own, and I fear they will be massacred! They are mostly farmers, but the Empire is a land of war and soldiers. Ardenta has no chance. So many will die, and none have been able to bring the gospel to the Ardentans, for they will not listen to foreigners. Oh Lord have mercy on them.
March 20th
Oh God! Not Ardenta! You can’t be calling me there! No, I can’t go! I can’t! This is my home. Vendailia is my land. This is the only place I have ever known! You cannot be asking me to leave my home and throw myself into the middle of a war! Don’t You understand! That country is being torn to pieces by a cruel and vicious army, and You want me to go there? No, this can’t be right. I can’t be hearing Your voice. No Father, no! You can’t make me do that. I can’t leave. This can’t be what You want of me. Please, Father, don’t call me to that. I can’t do it. It is too much. I’m not ready!
March 21st
Father, forgive me. Please forgive my heard heart and unbelief. If You truly have called me to go to Ardenta, then I will do so with faith and gladness. Oh Father, help me. Put in me a right spirit and make my heart more like Yours. If Your only Son could leave His home above to come and die for all of us, then how can I— a child adopted into Your family because of His sacrifice— refuse to leave my home to bring hope to a people who have none. Oh Father, what was wrong with me yesterday? To let thousands die without ever knowing the truth and having a chance of salvation, just because I don’t want to leave the comforts of my home! I couldn’t be angrier with myself! Oh God, I am so weak! Help me, please. If it is Your will that I go, give me the strength to do so. I trust You. Oh, help me trust You.
March 25th
I am ready. I know You are leading me to Ardenta, and I am ready to go. I am so grieved to leave my father and sister, for they could not be more like a family then if they were my own by blood. How blessed I was to be adopted into this home. It reminds me how I have been adopted by You, into an even greater home. I am ready to go, but I am also afraid. I will go and live among the people of Ardenta, work where they work, sleep where they sleep, live where they live… and suffer what they suffer. The last frightens me, for in the village the people shake their heads and whisper stories of the cruelty of the Empire. Everyone knows what will happen to Ardenta, and I am sick with terror at the thought of being dragged into it with them. Oh God, if I leave, will I ever come back? What will happen to me? Will you let me die? Oh God, help me! Please help me!
March 27th
I have never felt such peace and assurance in my life. God has truly worked in me, and I am now truly ready to set out for Ardenta. A few moments ago, He gave me a verse that has brought me such strength and peace, that I am ready to make this decision known.
‘Now the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain to which Jesus had directed them. And when they saw Him, they worshiped Him, but some doubted. And Jesus came and said to them, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to Me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”’
Oh, to have been there and heard Him speak those words. But they are the same today as they were then. Like some of the disciples, I have doubted, But God has sent me His words, just as He spoke to them long ago. He has called me to go, but He has also promised to stay with me forever, to the end of the age! I am ready Father. I trust You. I am sad to leave, but I am also strangely excited. What will God do through me? It is late, but I am sure father is still awake, I heard him in the study a little while ago. I’ll go and tell him of this choice.
Be with me Lord.
Joseph continued to read long into the night, marveling over the struggles and faith of Aaron. It was like getting to know him in a much deeper way, and he thanked God that this journal had been brought to Ardenta and kept safe through everything that followed.
Sabina was right; Aaron had also been afraid, but God had given him strength. If He did it for Aaron, why would He not do it for him? Joseph looked upward. “Oh Father, give me strength, and work through me. I am Yours, do with me as You will.”
Page after page after page, Joseph read on and on. He was greatly intrigued by the qualities Aaron had laid out for a husband and wife, and he smiled as he recognized so many of them in both Aaron and Sabina. Joseph was deeply impressed that, as a young man finding himself experiencing this kind of love for the first time, Aaron had gone straight to God, and then tried to perfect in himself the traits he knew he needed to have as a Godly husband.
At long last, Joseph reached the place where Sabina had torn pages from the book, and he carefully closed it, careful to keep his promise and not go any farther. He had given his word, and what was written later was for her and Aaron alone.
Blowing out his candle, Joseph lay down and was soon asleep.
***
The next morning, Joseph and Noah enjoyed a hearty breakfast with Eric, Sabina, Alicia, and Darrien. Asher had been confined to his room after Sabina found out he was running a fever.
After the meal, Joseph went up to say farewell to Asher. When he came to Asher’s room, he found his friend sitting up, leaning back on a pillow propped against the wall. He was reading his Bible, but he looked up with a smile when Joseph knocked on the open door. “Come in.”
Joseph did and sat on the chair by Asher’s bed. “We’re going to leave in a little while”
Asher nodded. “I will certainly miss you, Joseph.”
“I’ll miss you too,” Joseph replied, a catch in his voice.
Asher placed a hand on Joseph’s shoulder. “Whatever happens, stay true to Christ, and call on Him. He will help you, guide you, guard you and sustain you. He will give you the strength you need for trials of any kind.”
The two embraced. Then Joseph stood, blinking tears away. “I hope to come back and visit soon.”
“And I hope to be up and around by then,” Asher grinned. Then, his face grew serious. “Goodbye, Joseph.”
“Farewell Asher, until we meet again,” Joseph replied.
“Yes, until we meet again,” Asher agreed.
Joseph passed Noah in the hall, and watched as his friend went to bid his own farewells. Joseph stepped into his room and grabbed his rucksack, slinging the straps over his shoulders. He looked about the bedroom one last time, a sad smile on his face. He crossed to his treasure chest and opened it, reaching in and pulling something out. Then he picked up Aaron’s journal and hurried into the hall.
Downstairs, he gave the book to Sabina with a whispered thank you. His voice was too choked with tears to manage more. Sabina hugged him, and the two stood by the door for a long moment; mother and son, for that is what they would always be to one another.
“Sabina, I have a gift for you,” Joseph said. He carefully unfolded the dark blue fabric in his hands. “This was my mothers. I want you to have it,” he said, wrapping the shawl around her shoulders.
“Oh Joseph! Oh, thank you so much,” Sabina whispered, touching the smooth fabric with a finger. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “Thank you, Joseph.”
Joseph nodded and smiled. “I love you, Sabina.”
She hugged him. “I love you too.”
Noah came down and said farewell to Sabina. Joseph turned to Alicia and gave her a hug. “Goodbye Alicia and thank you for everything.”
Alicia nodded and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Make sure to come back and visit. I might actually miss you after a while,” she said, forcing a laugh.
Joseph smiled. “I’ll try, Alicia.” He turned next to Darrien and the two embraced.
“Be strong, Joseph,” Darrien said, quietly.
Joseph nodded. “I will, Darrien.”
Darrien gripped his shoulder. “Never stop praying, and never forget that you can do nothing without God.”
Joseph nodded.
Eric was next, and he let Joseph hug him, though pretended to be annoyed. “I think you’re almost as tall as me,” Joseph remarked.
Eric raised an eyebrow. “I’ll be taller than you by the time you come back.”
Joseph laughed. “I’d like to see that happen.”
“You just wait,” Eric smirked.
Joseph punched his shoulder lightly, but a moment later the smiles had died from their faces. “I’ll miss you, Joseph,” Eric said, quietly.
“No, you won’t, not once Asher’s up and around,” Joseph replied, lightly.
Eric shook his head. “You’ve been a dear brother to both of us, Joseph. I will miss you.”
Joseph tried to smile but couldn’t.
Eric cleared his throat. “Well, you’d better get going. Make sure to cause so much trouble that all of hell rejoices when you’re out of the fight.”
Joseph laughed for real that time. “I’ll see what I can do.”
The two shook hands, and then Joseph turned and joined Noah. The two set off down the street, turning to wave to the others as they went. They came to the corner, and Joseph paused, looking back one last time. Sabina smiled and waved to him.
For a moment, Joseph wavered, almost turning and running back. Then he took a deep breath and stepped around the corner.
***
The Journey was a long and wearisome one but being out in the country after nine years in a city was such a breathtakingly beautiful experience, that Joseph and Noah secretly hoped their travel would last forever. Joseph constantly paused to crouch down and run his hand over the smooth dirt of the path or touch the grass and flowers. He rose and turned slowly, staring about at the wide-open land around him. He cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a shout. The sound traveled far away, not echoing off cobbled streets and stone walls.
Joseph quickened his pace, and a moment later the two were running. It was several minutes before they came to a stop, laughing and panting for breath. “I can’t believe this,” Joseph said. “We’re actually outside the city walls. We’re free, Noah!”
Noah laughed, but there was a flicker of sadness in his eyes. “I just hope it lasts. We must remember we are still part of the Empire.”
Joseph dropped to his knees and picked a small white flower growing near the roadside. He cupped the blossom in his hands and breathed in its fragrance. Then, he slipped the stem into the lacing of his vest.
Getting to his feet, he hiked his rucksack further on his shoulders and continued down the road.
It was several hours later that they came across the first farm. Noah was the first to spot it, and he stopped in his tracks. Joseph looked up and froze.
The whole place was in disarray. The barn had all but collapsed, and the house hadn’t fared much better. The fields were all a wilderness of briars and weeds, and the fences were nothing but splintered bits of wood rising out of the mess.
Joseph felt a hot string in his eyes, but he angrily forced it back.
Noah sighed and turned away. “I should have remembered that farms can’t survive without people.”
“I just don’t understand,” Joseph said, bitterly. “The farms were our glory. It was what gave our country value. Wouldn’t the Empire want that?”
“Not until after they had stripped it from us and made it clear that this land was no longer our own,” Noah replied.
Joseph let out a slow breath and shook his head. “Lord, help our country,” he breathed.
After two days of travel, they came in sight of the town. The two friends had come to the top of a hill and now they paused, adjusting the leather packs they carried on their backs. They looked out over the planes below to a town nestled among the hills. They were silent for a long time, looking at the Imperial flags that fluttered lazily over the gates. That flag marked every town, village and city of Ardenta, and it was a reminder that they were no longer free.
Joseph’s eyes narrowed when they came to rest on a shrine to the goddess of the harvest built beside one of the fields. A few farms paused beside it even now as they worked to clear the land. Joseph spotted several Imperial soldiers on horseback around the perimeter of the fields. “This town is mired in idolatry,” he said in a low voice.
“It has been reported to be one of the worst,” Noah agreed. “Even worse than the capital, for almost the whole inhabitants follow the vile ways of the Empire and worship the false gods they try to force upon us.”
“It is a town in desperate need of truth,” Joseph said.
“That’s what Aaron would have said,” Noah murmured. “Well, at least we know one family is faithful, otherwise they would not have called for us.”
Joseph nodded.
“It is reported the Empire has eyes and ears all over this town, and they are merciless,” Noah said, softly.
Joseph let his eyes rest on the little town. He took a deep breath and hitched his pack higher on his shoulders. Then, he turned to Noah. “God will be with us. Come, it’s time to see what He has in store for us.”
The two started down the hill, walking at a fast pace toward the gates. They were soon on level ground, and the path smoothed underfoot. As they drew near, Joseph saw two soldiers standing by the gates. He bit his lip and took a deep breath. Your will be done.
The two slowed as they came under the shadow of the gates, and the soldiers stepped out to meet them. “Who are you and what do you want?” one snapped.
“My name is Joseph, and this is Noah. We are traveling to visit friends,” Joseph replied.
“Where do you come from?” the same guard asked.
“Darvora, the Capital city,” Joseph replied.
“Are you carrying weapons?”
“No,” Joseph replied. He slipped his pack off his shoulders and lowered it to the ground, holding out his arms so the guards could see. The guard seemed satisfied waved him off. Joseph bent to pick up his pack.
“Stop right there,” the other guard barked. He looked over his shoulder and then drew near. “Hand over the bag so we can search it.”
Joseph nearly froze. Just beneath the cloak at the top of his bag was his Bible, and in the bottom, there were several more. He handed the bag over to the soldier, hoping his face didn’t show his fear. Will it end here, right now, before I’ve done anything? Oh, God protect us!
The second guard snatched the bag from the first. “You don’t know anything about searching bags,” he said loftily.
“Give it over,” the other snarled
At that moment, a voice startled them all. “Put the bag down.”
All four spun and came face to face with an officer. “You know very well that a law was just passed here yesterday that no traveler’s possessions were to be taken.”
“We were just searching,” one guard complained.
“For valuables you could pocket,” the officer retorted. He snatched the rucksack and turned, handing it to Joseph. “My apologies. Now get along with you both. Go on, get moving, or I’ll have you detained for harassing the guards.”
Noah and Joseph didn’t wait to be told twice. They hurriedly entered the town, and lost themselves in a few streets and alleys before they dared catch their breath. “Well, that was… interesting,” Noah commented.
Joseph laughed with relief. “I was scared to death,” he confided.
“So was I,” Noah grinned. “Alright, let’s go find our friends.”
“We need to go to the Flying Swan inn and ask for a man named John Caddick,” Joseph said.
“Right, the Flying Swan it is,” Noah replied.
The two set out, going back toward the main part of town. They felt almost drowned by the people. They were everywhere! Buying, selling, quarreling, trading, haggling, bargaining. The Capital had never felt as disorganized and crowded as this. It last, Noah pointed, and Joseph followed his finger to the crude painting of a swan on a wooden sign. They had given up shouting to one another and relied on hand gestures for the time being. Now they made their way to the inn. It took far longer than it should have, but with all the twisting, turning, tripping and ducking through the crowd, it was a wonder they got there at all. They finally did, gasping and disheveled. Noah caught his breath, and Joseph shoved his hair out of his eyes before they entered.
Inside seemed extremely silent compared to the noise in the streets. The two stood still a moment, letting their eyes adjust to the dim light. A man was wiping plates behind a bar and handing them to a boy who stacked them along the wall, while a girl swept the floor. The man looked up. “It’s a little late for breakfast, and defiantly too early for lunch.”
“Oh, we were just coming to find a friend,” Joseph told him.
“Well, you aren’t my friend, or my daughter’s friend, and I doubt you’re my nephew’s friend. Seeing as there’s no one else here, you had best be going somewhere else,” the Innkeeper replied.
“No, we were told to ask for our friend, John Caddick, at the Flying Swan,” Joseph persisted.
The boy dropped the pewter plate he was holding, and it hit the floor with a crash.
“Quinlan! What’s gotten into you!” The Innkeeper exclaimed.
“Sorry Uncle,” the boy replied, diving down to get the dish. He came up with it and tried to put it on the shelf, but his uncle took it. “Oh no you don’t, not after it’s been on the floor.”
Quinlan had not taken his eyes off Joseph and Noah. “I better go take them to father,” he said.
“And why’s that?” his uncle demanded. “I’d like to know how they have my brother’s name in the first place.”
“They’re our friends,” Quinlan said. “Honestly Uncle, they are!” he insisted.
“Well… you father can handle his own affairs I suppose. Be back as soon as you can. No dilly-dallying.”
“Yes sir,” the boy replied. He ducked around the bar and came to Joseph and Noah. “Come, I’ll take you to father.”
They stepped outside again, and Quinlan led them through the crowd, pushing, ducking and dodging with ease. He continually glanced over his shoulder to see that they were following him. At last, they slipped through several alleys to quieter back-streets. Joseph and Noah found that they could breathe again, and they hurried to keep up with Quinlan.
Joseph watched the boy and decided he must be about thirteen. He was a wiry little thing, and it looked as though he would benefit from more food than he was getting.
Suddenly, Quinlan ducked into a little dead-end alley and paused, motioning the two to draw closer. “I’m sorry, I just can’t wait a moment longer,” he breathed. “Are you the two my brother talked to outside the town?”
Joseph glanced at Noah, and then took the plunge. “No, but we’re their friends. They told us where to go, and we came as soon as we could.”
“Oh, thank God!” Quinlan whispered. “We’ve prayed for this for so, so long! We almost gave up hope!”
Joseph smiled, excitement and joy flooding through him. “Thank You, Father,” he whispered.
“Come, hurry! We must go to my father!” Quinlan exclaimed.
They followed him through the streets until they reached a small house crammed between several others. Quinlan burst through the door. “Mother! Father!” he yelled. “Is father still home? Where is father?”
Joseph and Noah stepped in and closed the door behind them. They stood in the entry, grinning as they listened to steps pounding up and down stairs and voices calling out in surprise and confusion. At last, Quinlan came flying back in and grabbed Joseph’s hand. “Come on!” he urged excitedly, practically dragging him into the other room. It was the kitchen, and several people were gathered there, while steps sounded upstairs and in other rooms, all coming toward the kitchen.
At the table, sat a man in his early forties, trying to fix the leather strap on a boot. At his side, leaning over his shoulder, was a boy of around twelve. The mother was wiping down a counter, and three girls from ages four to fifteen were cleaning dishes and putting them away. With a clatter of steps, two more young men entered, both about Joseph’s age. Following them was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen.
Everyone looked at Quinlan, Noah, and Joseph. “Quin, who have you brought to lunch?” his father asked, his eyes twinkling.
“Father, it’s them!” Quinlan cried.
“Who Quin?” the oldest girl asked.
“The ones we were praying for!” Quin cried. “The ones––– well the friends of the ones–– at least they are the ones we wanted,” he was hardly taking a breath, and his family just stared at him in complete bewilderment.
Joseph decided to help the boy out. He held out his hand to the father, who rose to shake it. “Mr. Caddick?” Joseph asked.
“I am,” the man replied, an eyebrow slightly raised.
“I’m Joseph Conway, and this is my friend, Noah Erwood. We have come from the Capital city, Darvora. Two friends of ours, Leon and Julian, were camped outside the town a while ago, before the travel ban was lifted. They were former Imperial soldiers. A young man from this town climbed a rope down the wall and came to them, asking for teachers of the Word of God to be sent to their town. Julian and Leon brought us word, and we came as soon as we could. My friend, Noah, will only be staying a short time, as he must return to the church in the capital where he is a leader. But I plan to stay as long as I am needed. We were told that we were to look for a man named John Caddick at the Flying Swan, and it was there that Quinlan took over.”
Joseph paused and looked at the faces around him, which had drastically changed from confused and curious, to opened mouthed astonishment and joy. Joseph hardly remembered what happened next, except that everyone was shaking his hand and slapping his back and hugging him and asking questions and telling him things. Finally, Mrs. Caddick got her hands on him and Noah and made the two sit down while she shooed the others a few paces away, save for Mr. Caddick, who sat down in his seat again, and smiled at his wife. Mrs. Caddick was soon busy fixing them breakfast, and Mr. Caddick began asking about the journey, while the children stood about and listened.
Once the travelers had eaten, Mrs. Caddick cleared her throat. “I believe now would be a good time for you two to get some sleep. Don’t come down until your fully rested. I must say, you look tired, and I’m sure you haven’t had a good bed in a few days.”
Joseph nodded, stifling a yawn that came at the reminder of sleep. “I would appreciate that if it’s not too much trouble.”
“Oh, none at all,” Mrs. Caddick said. “Come right upstairs you two.”
Soon the young men were settled in a room that had been hurriedly prepared for them. There was one bed already, and a pallet had been set up on the floor. Joseph took the latter, claiming it would seem more natural after sleeping on the ground. Noah took the other, seeing argument would be to no avail.
“Well,” Joseph began, pulling off his boots with hands still damp from the wash basin.
“You should have done that the other way around,” Noah interrupted, setting his boots by the bed and moving to the bowl of water.
“I know,” Joseph replied, looking at his now muddy hands. “I’m too tired to think.” He rewashed his hands and then crawled into bed, groaning as he stretched tired legs. “I’m done in.”
“So am I,” Noah agreed. “Now what were you starting to say?”
“When?”
“A few moments ago, before I mentioned the boots.”
Joseph lay there, trying to remember. “Oh, I was going to say I really like the family.”
“So do I,” Noah replied. “And did you see how happy they were that we had come?”
“Oh, I know,” Joseph agreed. He turned over on his back and cupped his hands behind his bed. “I’m excited to see what happens next.”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Hey, the last part was happy too.
Any thoughts? What do you think of the Caddicks so far?
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
That’s true, the rewrite was.
The one paragraph where you said something along the lines of, make the enemy rejoice when you’re out of the fight, seemed taken straight from that quote (C.S. Lewis?) I could see modern believers saying something like that, but I don’t think it would be a well-known phrase in this world. Maybe paraphrasing more or rewording it so it’s farther from that.
The Cadwicks, I like them so far. Quinlan especially. They seem a little chaotic, but that’s normal for a family with lots of kids.
“I didn’t come this far to just come this far.”
Okay, I’ll take a look at it. I believe the first draft did have the original CS Lewis quote, (though I gave it to Darrien) I can check the original quote and then reword more appropriately.
Lol. They are chaotic. They range for four to twenty-four. lol. a wild bunch.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
March 12th
A nice peek into Aaron’s past.
Goodbye to Eric, Asher, Sabina, Darian and Alicia. Until next time.
“Stop right there,” the other guard barked. He looked over his shoulder and then drew near. “Hand over the bag so we can search it.”
Joseph nearly froze. Just beneath the cloak at the top of his bag was his Bible, and in the bottom, there were several more.
Brother Andrew moment.
It last, Noah pointed, and Joseph followed his finger to the crude painting of a swan on a wooden sign.
At last?
At the table, sat a man in his early forties, trying to fix the leather strap on a boot. At his side, leaning over his shoulder, was a boy of around twelve. The mother was wiping down a counter, and three girls from ages four to fifteen were cleaning dishes and putting them away. With a clatter of steps, two more young men entered, both about Joseph’s age. Following them was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen.
I like how it’s a family. Ti somehow gives them and their home a cozy feeling, and I felt right at home with them. It will be nice to have some characters as well. All of the Christians we have been following so far have been under 30.
*Does analysis on the eldest girl’s age compared to Joseph*
Hmm…..
A nice peek into Aaron’s past.
Ah yes, I enjoyed showing you a little more of him.
Now if only Joseph remembers this……
Brother Andrew moment.
ikr? I couldn’t help it. I love stories like that!
I like how it’s a family. Ti somehow gives them and their home a cozy feeling, and I felt right at home with them.
Good! I’m glad. I really enjoy the feel they give.
It will be nice to have some characters as well. All of the Christians we have been following so far have been under 30.
Yeah. That’s because it’s so much easier to write about people closer to your own age.
*Does analysis on the eldest girl’s age compared to Joseph*
Hmm…..
You’re such a romantic!
lolololololol.
After all this matchmaking you’re doing you had better get Martha and Alan married.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Now if only Joseph remembers this……
I guess we will find out.
Yeah. That’s because it’s so much easier to write about people closer to your own age.
I know. And even when there are characters who are older, it is much easier to leave them at home when all the young people go out on an adventure. I’m trying to work on an older character who will be constantly there for my second book, but haven’t come up with anyone I am satisfied with yet.
After all this matchmaking you’re doing you had better get Martha and Alan married.
I am very heavily leaning towards it.
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