Battle
Evil swarmed and swooped thickly throughout the valley. Jonathan's sword slashed to the left and right. Sometimes, it arched through the air above his head, as infuriated hisses and screeches filled the darkness.
To Jonathan's left and right, inky blackness was being pushed back by his companions. Stretched across the valley, they marched on, their swords slashing and crashing through the thick air, and bringing limp scaly bodies to the ground.
The bright ones could not stop. Victory was not theirs yet, for the evil hordes kept coming. There were more than ever before it seemed, here at the closing of the ages. Jonathan grimaced as a foul creature landed close beside him. It screeched and bared its fangs in final rebellion. But Jonathan kept on. Supernatural strength coursed through his body, as more warriors joined the battle.
They were nearing the far side of the valley now. The atmosphere remained black and grim: the battle was far from over. Jonathan's sword could not rest. Yet, as he lifted his face to the hills, it began to glow. Light now bathed the heights as it pierced through the clouds above them.
"Take heart, brethren! Take heart!" Jonathan's voice trumpeted the joyful news. "The King is on His way!"
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Copyright: Alison Lawrence
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May the Lord bless you and keep you. May He shine His light upon you and give you His peace.
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