Pt 4 of the Woman in White
Precious sat down by the side of the path in frustration. She had been walking for what seemed like days, but was in reality it had only been a few hours. Her feet hurt, she was hot and thirsty. She propped her shield next to her and sighed.
So far she had seen no one. There had been a few dead bodies alongside the path, but they were beyond her help. True, she hadn't touched them to see if they still had a pulse, because she didn't want to get dirty after all, but you could tell when a person was dead.
Where was her Knight, she wondered. Hadn't He promised to be with her always? She took a deep breath and could faintly smell that peculiarly sweet smell...but it was so faint, was it even real?
Precious looked around her and began to cry at the desolation she saw. Where is He? Why does He making this so hard?
Wait...what was that? Just over the hill in the field...a flash of something shiney...could it be? She stood for a better look, her shield falling flat on the ground. She'd have to leave the path to find out...but it curved up ahead, so who was to say that it didn't eventually curve all the way around? Even if it wasn't Him, it was a sign of life in this desolate place.
Precious crossed over the path and stepped off of it...instead of finding level ground, she found herself falling...falling fast and hard...head over heals...head bouncing off rocks, her knees and elbows losing their skin...
At the bottom of the hill, Precious lay in a heap. Her white robes were dirty, her helmet was askew, and she was bruised, her sword was poking her in the ribs........
She sat up groggily and looked around. Tears carved streaks through the dirt on her face.
"Where are You?!" she cried out to the cloudless sky.
But there was no answer. Heaven was silent.
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