Blessings and Trials by Thomas Davidsmeier

Author:Thomas Davidsmeier [Davidsmeier, Thomas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wisecraft Press
Published: 2018-03-29T22:00:00+00:00

Ingrid noticed that Gwyndolyn was missing far later than she should have, but it was pitch black and Litharus had been stumbling and sighing, barely able to stay upright. At first, she didn’t know what to do.

“God, help me please,” she whimpered. Almost on cue, Litharus stumbled off her shoulder, smacked into the wall, and slid down like a sack of potatoes. He was snoring, soft, childish snores before he was on the ground.

“I guess there shouldn’t be anything in this tunnel anyway…” Her voice trailed off in the darkness. Ingrid lingered next to the older boy, dearly wishing he would wake up and tell her what to do. “If he was awake, I wouldn’t have a problem about what to do anyway,” she chided herself. “We could just go back and look for Little Miss Silver Hair together.”

She sat for a little while and made up her mind. “Watch over him please, Lord,” Ingrid whispered as she reached down through the dark and touched Litharus farewell for the moment. She set off back up the tunnel the way they had already come. One hand on the wall and the other straight out in front, she walked through the complete darkness. Too bad my Blessing is with water and not fire. I could have a nice little flame to see by. Then again, I wouldn’t trade my Blessing for anything.

Ingrid rolled the situation around in her mind as she crept along in the darkness. Gwyndolyn should have been right behind her the whole time. If Litharus hadn’t been such a burden, Ingrid would have noticed or checked on her. Perhaps she had been a little frustrated that the little girl hadn’t offered to help with the heavy boy, maybe that was why she hadn’t tried to speak to her. Well, they were all paying for her pettiness now. Something must have stopped Gwyndolyn somewhere along the tunnel. Maybe some of the wicked things had found the tunnel’s outside entrance? Maybe some of them got in the door in the sanctuary somehow and followed them, picking off the littlest, easiest target at the back of the line first…

As Ingrid approached the second corner, she could barely hear a strange rhythmic sound. She was terrified. Was this another one of whatever it was that had been attacking their Sojourner outpost? Images from the one book she had read about abominations and Exiles played through her mind: salivating half-wolf men, giant talking woman-faced spiders, the pack of giant-fanged hare people that thought like one creature, the blood drinkers with their sharp knives, the vulture-headed three-armed warrior Exiles. All of them were waiting for her around the corner in her mind.

Begging God to help her, she fell into reciting bits of the Holy Scripture inside her mind, “You are my Rock, my Strong Tower, in You I will be saved.” The evil things faded from her mind’s eye. Still though as they faded, their eyes glared at her with malice and bloodlust.

Carefully and still afraid, Ingrid crept around the edge of the corner.

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