lucius_montague
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A short story...
The rain fell hard upon the earth as the storm turned all light to darkness. The skies themselves only shown as the thrax of lightning unraveled as a whip across it. In the midst of the storm held a wonderer whom had been lead astray from his path due to the fierce wind. The trees around the man moaned and cracked as they swayed and thus the only shelter was a chasm between two large rocks. The man fled from the storm and sought his refuge in the rocks of the Earth. No longer in the rain, the man was now cloaked in darkness. A darkness of which if one closed their eyes would see more light than such. He fell to knees, lost, alone, shrouded in darkness and so he thought of weeping. But before the first tear could form the wonderer shouted to the heavens. He cried out, "Father! Ooh Satan! Lend me thine strength!" The storm now seemed to grow more horrid before the mouth of the chasm. But now... The man, whom lay on his knees, calling to his God... Was then transformed. He rose and held his hand before him. From his palm shined a light to illuminate his path. Walking forward to the exit, the wonderer had stopped for something caught his eye. There laid another man, frail and deceased. On his person hung one item... A golden cross. The wonderer glanced in pity for a moment and lead his departure through the great storm of life to harken forth his Father's kingdom, now stronger than the man he was first entering the cave.
The moral of the story is that faith alone saves no one from the storm of life. We can call to Father in our times of need, but only through our own strength and self evolving may we not only survive but flourish.
~Lucius Montague
Hail Odin, All-Father! Hail Lady Agares! Hail to our Legions!
The rain fell hard upon the earth as the storm turned all light to darkness. The skies themselves only shown as the thrax of lightning unraveled as a whip across it. In the midst of the storm held a wonderer whom had been lead astray from his path due to the fierce wind. The trees around the man moaned and cracked as they swayed and thus the only shelter was a chasm between two large rocks. The man fled from the storm and sought his refuge in the rocks of the Earth. No longer in the rain, the man was now cloaked in darkness. A darkness of which if one closed their eyes would see more light than such. He fell to knees, lost, alone, shrouded in darkness and so he thought of weeping. But before the first tear could form the wonderer shouted to the heavens. He cried out, "Father! Ooh Satan! Lend me thine strength!" The storm now seemed to grow more horrid before the mouth of the chasm. But now... The man, whom lay on his knees, calling to his God... Was then transformed. He rose and held his hand before him. From his palm shined a light to illuminate his path. Walking forward to the exit, the wonderer had stopped for something caught his eye. There laid another man, frail and deceased. On his person hung one item... A golden cross. The wonderer glanced in pity for a moment and lead his departure through the great storm of life to harken forth his Father's kingdom, now stronger than the man he was first entering the cave.
The moral of the story is that faith alone saves no one from the storm of life. We can call to Father in our times of need, but only through our own strength and self evolving may we not only survive but flourish.
~Lucius Montague
Hail Odin, All-Father! Hail Lady Agares! Hail to our Legions!
