July 6, 2001. Baton Rouge, LA.
a novice author, one who enjoys to write...
Lillian found herself alone and afraid, cast amongst the outskirts of the wasteland of desolate souls. She was only seventeen years old. How could such befall so young a child? He had promised her glory and riches, but above all, love; yet, he had defiled her, taken her purity, and all that she was, ripping it from her very soul without mercy. She was left broken, naked, and worthless, quivering within death’s grip upon the cold, winter ground. Lillian’s skin was numb, her lips cracked, and her body laced with blood and bruises. The small heartbeat within her bosom kept her straining for breath, begging for the gods to save her unborn child.
Lillian awoke to find herself in an unknown place. The room was dim, with a single lantern giving it light. She lay upon a bed that was somewhat lumpy, covered with a wool blanket which smelt rather stale. But how could she complain? The hunched over shadow at the end of the room had clearly been her savior this night. The space may have been small, perhaps a poor widow’s cottage, but it was warm, cozy, and a safe place from the elements outside. Lillian’s lips held a faint smile, as she gently massaged her belly with her tender hands.
Following the legend of King’s Salvare’s triumph over the Darkness in the Land of Erde blossoms the tale of his most beloved Kristietiba. Loved before she was even conceived, Salvare did wait with patience for his long anticipated bride. He sent forth trusted persons into Varjama to watch and guard over his precious affection, but like Erde the Darkness grew great there by the seed of Rubicund. Hidden away at birth, his delicate rose was taken to a place whereby she would be nourished in peace and safety. When the time was right, Salvare would journey with his knights to take unto himself Kristietiba and free the souls of Varjama from the evil that plagued them. Unto Neios he would bring them all, to embrace the purity and marvels more radiant than any had ever seen.
But, between the appointed time of birth and the prophesied arrival of Salvare, we have the life of Kristietiba…
The night fog was thick and blinding, almost suffocating. Dampness filled the air, carried by the wild breeze, cherishing its last breath granted by the recent storm. Humidity caused everything to feel sticky, with a most irritable mood. It was a darkness to be avoided, for such an hour was given to mischief and the things most unbecoming of a noble.
The author dwells outside of the Land of Erde within the boot of the United States. He works in the information technology field, while receiving joy by giving service to his church and writing when he can.
The author was saved by the Savior, Jesus Christ, on September 25, 1994. While serving in the U.S. Army, in Germany, the Spirit of God moved him to meet a Christian who attended a missionary’s church for American servicemen. It was there that God the Father granted him repentance, and faith was placed in the Son of God, whereby the Holy Spirit quickened his dead spirit unto new life. His prayer is that all would come to know Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior, and, for those who have, to act upon such convictions.
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