A Warrior's Redemption (The Warrior Kind)

I had no sooner looked for the opportunity of consciousness redefinement, when I had become embarked on the journey to accomplish it. My new change I had been about had found me in a neat feat of timing that supported the notion that there was a greater overall design at play behind the scenes of my life.

I thought of my parent's and again I could see the evidence of a higher power involved in the interplay of the daily emotional mixture that is life. They had known something of the Divine nature that lies behind all of creation's excellence and it had defined them as people. They had been people that were worth emulating, because of the decisions and strengths that they had structured their lives by. They were people that I should be like, should have been, but was so far from being like. I could only imagine what my mother would think of how I had turned out in life.

"She would love you and forgive you even as I love you and am willing to forgive you, but you must turn away from doing what you know displeases Me!"

I had known the origin of the voice, when it had whispered into my consciences several weeks back. It had been the intense overwhelming feeling of the Author of life itself, which had spoken to me as a boy and had continued to prod my consciousness into action lately in order to help me find my way.

During my darkest moments in the dungeons and in the arenas above, the voice of the Creator had been a source of encouragement that had filtered into my soul and had sustained me with the hope that one day life would be better and that it was worth it to continue on with the struggle to survive one more day.

That familiar voice in my consciousness finished my decision making for me and I had been ready to accept the first opportunity presented to me to begin my life's journey anew. I just hoped that I had chosen the right opportunity, because this path I was now embarked on promised death at every turn. I had been desperate for change, who knew how many more times mercy would be offered to me, if any at all. Facing life without that glimmer of hope would be completely intolerable and pointless.

I had decided to make a change that night several weeks ago. I had headed my horse back to camp from a natural scenic area that I went to, when my mind was burdened down in thought or when I was heavy in spirit. When I had gotten back to camp it was to find a visitor waiting for me. His horse had been an exceptional beast, which is when I knew that he had to be a man of some importance and influence, as he didn't have the bearing of a horse thief. He was a Valley Lander or close to being one at least, which was an unusual occurrence so far within Zoarinian held territory.