Our Great Leader

Our Great Leader

"Things didn't go smoothly at the beginning. I have to admit, our leader died countless times before we made great progress. But that is what made me admire him, no matter what, he would not give up.

Not on The Lamb, not on us."

"As the decades went by, our leader grew stronger and wiser, the heretics learned to fear The Lamb once again, but most importantly, their Witness. But even then, he always had time to spend with us...

And the crops...

Well... Once a farmer..."

"... I do not recall most of that day... Just that... He begged for more time. 

Time to help his siblings get stronger, to teach them how to use their powers and aid mortals with them and how to survive in the new world.

Then... I recall organizing his journals and finding drawings for new robes. I took no time to begin making them, I just wanted to do something to help him.

I'm not sure if it was in vain... Although he wears it... I have yet to see his smile once again."

"As The Lamb lives among us now, I believe these stories would fit well in a journal or a book of it's own, don't you agree?"

"Only if he allows..."

"Still devoted, I see. Worry not, I will ask him for permission, of course. However, you should go now, there's plenty to do at the temple."

"Ok, thank you for your time. Mister...?"

"My name is something I abandoned long ago... Refer to me as... The Fox."

(I definitely messed something up while writing this... I'm bilingual and all, but I'm still dumb and english is not my main language.)