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her composure, and asked, “Are we going to
listen to him? He is still a boy.” She walked toward the group. Silence filled
the cold evening.
Thomas came forward. “I think we’d better end tonight. It’s late.”
Others mumbled and echoed his words, and the crowd disbursed, leaving Christine
standing alone.
Two days later a wagon of winter vegetables approached the city
gate from the farmlands. Its wheels turned in slow rotations through the
rain-soaked road. The driver felt and heard a loud bang on the back of his wagon.
Turning back, he saw his vegetables rolling out of the back. Three hooded
figures on horseback smashed them before the driver could stop and get off. As
he ran to the back of his wagon, the three riders were already far down the
road— two brown horses led by a large white horse of extreme speed.
The man surveyed his smashed food as the guard from the city gate
came out to see what was happening. Few vegetables were salvageable. The farmer
had lost most of his wagon and most of his monthly income.
Over the next few weeks similar disturbances happened more
frequently at both the west and north gates. Grain stored in the large silos in
the farmlands was not able to make it safely to the city. The wagons came less
often. Only a few were fortunate enough to deliver to the city by going in the
middle of the night.
People in the city began to take armed guards out to stop the
bandits from spoiling their food, but they were not fast enough. The bandits
started attacking farther and farther away from the city. Soon all wagons
stopped, and the city had to pull out all of its food reserves in order to
continue to feed the people.
Caroline, Christine’s mother, approached her one day and reminded
her of spring planting and that they would need help this year with Stefen
gone.
“We don’t need to plant so much food anymore.” Christine said.
Her mother looked confused. “I don’t understand.”
“We only need to plant for the farmlands. The city will not be
getting any more deliveries.” Christine’s hair was dirty and tied in a
ponytail, her cotton dress hanging loosely on her thinning frame.
“Christine, what are you doing?” Her mother’s voice pleaded. “You
need to eat. You are getting sick.
“I have to go, Mother.” Christine walked to the back door.
Lightning stood just outside the door, waiting for her. Jumping on top of
Lightning, Christine barely acknowledged her mother.
Christine, you can’t keep doing this.
“I am doing what needs to be done.” She spoke out loud to her
Cremelino. “Only a few help me now, but more will see the way soon. We stopped
most of the food deliveries.”
But the prophecy…
“I don’t understand your prophecies. What do I have to do with
them? I am a farm girl. No prophecy could include me. No prophecy could foresee
or even care about us here in the farmlands.” They rode at a quick trot back
toward the city gate. Christine had to make sure no other deliveries were made.
The prophecy is about Darius.
Christine tightened her lips, keeping the tears inside. Nine
months without Darius. Nine months without his laughter, his strength, his
comfort. She still remembered his arms wrapped around her. It seemed he had
pulled fear and frustration right out of her, leaving her with a feeling of
peace and contentment. Oh, how she wished she had him with her now.
She was doing all she could to make things right, but no one
seemed to understand, least of all her family and friends. Was she doing what
was right? She was terrified of losing more than she already had, but she
couldn’t sit still and do nothing.
So every day, with a few additional supporters, she would stop
deliveries of food to the city. It was working. People in the city were
starting to feel the pinch.
The King sent a few soldiers out to the farmlands to reason. Some
of them started to negotiate, but Christine knew it wouldn’t do any good. They
needed to make the city hurt before
listen to him? He is still a boy.” She walked toward the group. Silence filled
the cold evening.
Thomas came forward. “I think we’d better end tonight. It’s late.”
Others mumbled and echoed his words, and the crowd disbursed, leaving Christine
standing alone.
Two days later a wagon of winter vegetables approached the city
gate from the farmlands. Its wheels turned in slow rotations through the
rain-soaked road. The driver felt and heard a loud bang on the back of his wagon.
Turning back, he saw his vegetables rolling out of the back. Three hooded
figures on horseback smashed them before the driver could stop and get off. As
he ran to the back of his wagon, the three riders were already far down the
road— two brown horses led by a large white horse of extreme speed.
The man surveyed his smashed food as the guard from the city gate
came out to see what was happening. Few vegetables were salvageable. The farmer
had lost most of his wagon and most of his monthly income.
Over the next few weeks similar disturbances happened more
frequently at both the west and north gates. Grain stored in the large silos in
the farmlands was not able to make it safely to the city. The wagons came less
often. Only a few were fortunate enough to deliver to the city by going in the
middle of the night.
People in the city began to take armed guards out to stop the
bandits from spoiling their food, but they were not fast enough. The bandits
started attacking farther and farther away from the city. Soon all wagons
stopped, and the city had to pull out all of its food reserves in order to
continue to feed the people.
Caroline, Christine’s mother, approached her one day and reminded
her of spring planting and that they would need help this year with Stefen
gone.
“We don’t need to plant so much food anymore.” Christine said.
Her mother looked confused. “I don’t understand.”
“We only need to plant for the farmlands. The city will not be
getting any more deliveries.” Christine’s hair was dirty and tied in a
ponytail, her cotton dress hanging loosely on her thinning frame.
“Christine, what are you doing?” Her mother’s voice pleaded. “You
need to eat. You are getting sick.
“I have to go, Mother.” Christine walked to the back door.
Lightning stood just outside the door, waiting for her. Jumping on top of
Lightning, Christine barely acknowledged her mother.
Christine, you can’t keep doing this.
“I am doing what needs to be done.” She spoke out loud to her
Cremelino. “Only a few help me now, but more will see the way soon. We stopped
most of the food deliveries.”
But the prophecy…
“I don’t understand your prophecies. What do I have to do with
them? I am a farm girl. No prophecy could include me. No prophecy could foresee
or even care about us here in the farmlands.” They rode at a quick trot back
toward the city gate. Christine had to make sure no other deliveries were made.
The prophecy is about Darius.
Christine tightened her lips, keeping the tears inside. Nine
months without Darius. Nine months without his laughter, his strength, his
comfort. She still remembered his arms wrapped around her. It seemed he had
pulled fear and frustration right out of her, leaving her with a feeling of
peace and contentment. Oh, how she wished she had him with her now.
She was doing all she could to make things right, but no one
seemed to understand, least of all her family and friends. Was she doing what
was right? She was terrified of losing more than she already had, but she
couldn’t sit still and do nothing.
So every day, with a few additional supporters, she would stop
deliveries of food to the city. It was working. People in the city were
starting to feel the pinch.
The King sent a few soldiers out to the farmlands to reason. Some
of them started to negotiate, but Christine knew it wouldn’t do any good. They
needed to make the city hurt before
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