A Warrior's Redemption (The Warrior Kind)

"If you're up there God I'm sorry, but I just can't take it anymore! I know what's going to happen tomorrow and I would rather die than experience anymore of what this life has to offer me!"

She looked down at her hand and made to pull the pottery across her wrist, but her hand wouldn't move. She tried again and it still wouldn't move. She could move her hand back from her wrist, but when it was against her wrist it wouldn't move!

She gritted her teeth and strained with everything she had but her hand wouldn't move. Uttering a cry of sheer frustration and anger she drew the piece of pottery back and hurled it against the opposite wall of the room.

It shattered into dozens of tiny little pieces. As the pieces fell several dusted down onto the robe of the figure of a man sitting against the wall across from her. The man calmly reached up and brushed the fragments of baked clay off of his shoulder. Krista gasped and flattened herself back against the wall.

"Who are you?" She whispered out in fear.

"A messenger from the Creator of all life."

Krista choked out, "God?"

The figure nodded solemnly and real fear fell upon Krista, as she realized that the Creator had seen what she had been trying to do.

Was this messenger going to kill her for what she had tried to do? The absurdity of the situation, given that had just been what she had been trying to do caused her to almost laugh out hysterically, but she held it in at the last second.

The messenger across from her smiled. It was a nice smile, surely he wasn't about to kill her she thought to herself.

"Peace Krista. I have not been sent to cause you harm, but rather to bear you good tidings."

Good tidings? She was about to be sold as a slave for the third time in her life. What could possibly be good about anything that could come of her current situation? The messenger across from her had claimed to have been sent by the Creator and he had appeared out of nowhere, which testified to a higher power at play within the room than could be faked.

It would be unwise to doubt what he was saying no matter how unbelievable it seemed, because she'd already seen the unbelievable take place before. She remembered full well what had happened in the arena at Santarus.

She decided to test out the waters a bit, "Good tidings?"

"Yes, tomorrow you will be set free from the bondage that has oppressed you your whole life."