My Infatuation With Death

Chapter 65 : Kneel before the queen

Perspective : Thor Gild

Our fates are written by gods. What better to prove that, than a living example.

Me and Everyone else in our group were those examples. I mean who could have thought an angel from the heavens above, will come to aid us in our time of need. Resurrect the dead. I felt a nary of pain in my back or my shoulders, not a bruise nor a splinter, I distinctly recall Keira mentioning that I had few shattered bones.

And there I was, with all my friends, by the wisdom of Arngrim himself, as good as new.

I wish I could show this to those fools who refuse to believe in gods, and reject their guidance. But there were more pressing matters than my ego as a believer.

We were well rested, after last night's fiasco, I found myself a bit out of order, my mind not as calm and collected as I usually attempt to stay.

So, I didn't thought much, just acted on my impulse, I was ashamed of that.

However, today was a new day, our bellies were full and we had gotten enough shut eye.

So, onc