A Warrior's Redemption (The Warrior Kind)

The burning wreckage of a man flung fire upon me as I neared, but it separated out around me and sputtered out. My Creator's words were true. My Creator was my shield, strength and hope in time of need.

I reached the burning figure and I grabbed it by the throat, "Enough! You have enthralled these people long enough with your sorceries! Be gone now in the Son of the Creator's Name!"

The burning man that I grasped by the throat exploded into a thousand light particles and was no more, along with the aberrations of darkness that had possessed him. The arena was still and silent except for the weeping and moaning of all those gathered to watch the spectacle that had turned into something much more spectacular.

"All of what you have seen is what my God can do. What of yours? What can they do? Are they anything at all in glory and might as my God is?"

No one answered.

"The truth is before you. Repent from your wickedness or in the end your fate will be as these creatures were which you will share for all eternity."

I turned from them and picked up a shard of the sword I had broken earlier and walked towards Zarsha. I cut her free from the pole and held her tenderly in my arms and cried like I never had before in my life.

A little hand touched my face, "Why are you crying?"

I opened my eyes startled. Zarsha smiled up at me and brushed the hair back from my forehead. "You were dead!" I exclaimed.

"No I wasn't. I was sleeping. I had this wonderful dream that a man held my hand and talked to me. His words were warm and He was nice like you are. I wanted to know everything about Him, but He simply smiled and said that you would teach me about Him and that it was time to wake up."

"That's all you remember?"

"Yes, is there something more I should know?"

"No! Praise God no! Here let's get out of here and I promise I'll tell you everything I know and we'll learn the rest together. How does that sound?"

I got to my feet cradling the living miracle in my arms, reflecting as I did so, that I could now appreciate fully how wonderful and consuming a father's love could be both personally and outwardly.

The arena doors swung open ahead of me and I marveled again at the Creator's constant provision. Krista was pushing past the doors with two horses in tow behind her. One of them was Flin.