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'… Yes… I see… your will is my command, My Lord…'
The words came from my mouth as a silent promise of what I must do. And with resolve burning in my chest, i know what i must do.
As I rise from my knees before the altar, with my hands falling to the grip of my sword and with my other hand I reach for my shield that is resting by my side.
Stepping out of the small tent, I feel the hot glare from the sun. Its strong glare on my armor makes me feel uncomfortable but not unbearable.
Under my feet I feel and see how the sand shifts under my weight. The sand looks like golden flour in color, but it feels coarse and rough when you feel it. The sand was also hard to get off from my armor, sticking stubbornly between my armor slips. But that is not the biggest problem on my journey.
After contemplating the sun and sand that were all around me as far as the eye could see, I turned around and looked at what I had come out of. It was a small and simple church, made of cloth, it was not made of marble and did not have large ceilings with incredible paintings, but it fulfilled its purpose which was to give prayers to The Lord.
And, as I lower my head from the tent to the sand that I stand on, I give a silent prayer to The Lord for giving me my duty and mission.
Because I know in me that the journey to Gallon might be my last, and that is something that I am more than happy to do for The Lord.
And with a last exhalation of nerves and a small part fear. I set my eyes to the East and then I take one step forward towards Gallon, for I know.
That The Lord's will is going to guide me.