Isaac Thomas

It had taken him a bit but while the wound on his leg healed, he had found a small tent and made it his own. Though, a building would be preferable.

As the touch glided across his skin, he turned quickly, eyes locking onto air. From his other side, a voice. He turned quickly to face the woman.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you walk up. I suppose we are a rare sight, especially out here.”

I, uh—.

Happy to help!

They were called that as the look we know was synonymous with people who herded cows from horseback.

He’s on his feet. Time to meet the people that saved him.

“On earth there is nothing like him,
Which is made without fear. He beholds every high thing;
He is king over all the children of pride.”

He’s stepping out of the medical tent.

It wasn’t a dream. Where is he?

As he sat, Isaac closed his eyes, praying for some relief from the pain that ripped through his skull. Sleep sounded so nice right about now.

The little bit of water had done nothing to relieve his confusion or pounding headache. As he saw the doctor, he murmured, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick.”

He was speaking to no one in particular.

He nodded, standing albeit shakily.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, allowing her to guide him as he took shaky steps towards their destination.

A gunshot wakes him.

Where was he?
How long was he out?

“I… okay.” He couldn’t think straight but he didn’t have the strength to argue. He was so tired.

“We were… headed for Zion. Is that nearby?”

“I think… day.” He had been running for so long and their pilgrimage had been struggle for days before that.

“I can’t stop,” he stumbled forward before collapsing to his knees. “Off course,” he murmured, fingers digging into the cracked dirt.

+ “Where are they?”

He takes it, trying to collect his thoughts. “There’s… a monster out there.” He shakily sips from the canteen, mouth so dry it feels like the water can’t even soak in.

“Faceless, a reptile from hell. I had four men with me.“ He choked, coughing up water as he turned to fully face her. +

“I think so,” he murmured, eyes on the lake. Part of didn’t believe it. A mirage from the heat, but with the appearance of an angel from the dust… perhaps he had been heard.

It took a moment for his eyes to find the source of the voice and a small bit of clarity returned. “Are you real?”

His boots crunched into the dirt and sand littered the bottom of his pant legs. His lips chapped and cheeks rosy. He had walked for days, maybe weeks. Isaac stepped forward and leaned against a fence post, taking it in.

For the priest entered Haven Lake, tracked by the pale horse and its rider.

have faith

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Isaac Thomas
• Faceclaim: John Ward, Faith: The Unholy Trilogy
• Age 32
• Asexual, Panromantic

Behold, the Lord will empty the earth and make it desolate,
and he will twist its surface and scatter its inhabitants.