27-02-2004, 04:27
James Adonaius surveyed the city from his vantage point on the Sacred Hill. To think that only a few short years ago this land had been desolate, stripped to its very bones by warfare! Now, New Calvary stood where the battle had been its bloodiest, its very existence a beacon of hope to the community.
Adonaius turned to look at the Hill itself and almost found himself overcome by the emotion of it all. How something as beautiful as this could have come from such a bloody conflict was something he could never quite understand, and yet it happened. The Tree of Hope was already bearing its first olives of the season, and that meant that harvest time was near. Soon, all the smallholdings outside the city would be buzzing with activity. The great circle of life would continue.
Coming down from the Hill, Adonaius stopped as he always did to pay his respects in the Cemetary of Martyrs. This quiet place held great emotions for any Calvarian, as it was the resting place of all the men and women who had laid down their lives for their faith. Like many others of his nation, Adonaius had lost relatives in the war. Seeking out their graves, he knelt and prayed his customary prayer, "Lord of our Fathers, grant that those who are buried here did not shed their blood in vain. Grant those of us who remain the courage and judgement to create a society of which they would have been pleased. Until we see them again on the Final Day, grant them a peaceful and blessed sleep. Amen" before continuing into the city of Jerusalem itself.
OOC: nobody post here for now, but if you want to have something to do with this story, then telegram me. If there are any Christian-based regions out there, let me know about them too.
Adonaius turned to look at the Hill itself and almost found himself overcome by the emotion of it all. How something as beautiful as this could have come from such a bloody conflict was something he could never quite understand, and yet it happened. The Tree of Hope was already bearing its first olives of the season, and that meant that harvest time was near. Soon, all the smallholdings outside the city would be buzzing with activity. The great circle of life would continue.
Coming down from the Hill, Adonaius stopped as he always did to pay his respects in the Cemetary of Martyrs. This quiet place held great emotions for any Calvarian, as it was the resting place of all the men and women who had laid down their lives for their faith. Like many others of his nation, Adonaius had lost relatives in the war. Seeking out their graves, he knelt and prayed his customary prayer, "Lord of our Fathers, grant that those who are buried here did not shed their blood in vain. Grant those of us who remain the courage and judgement to create a society of which they would have been pleased. Until we see them again on the Final Day, grant them a peaceful and blessed sleep. Amen" before continuing into the city of Jerusalem itself.
OOC: nobody post here for now, but if you want to have something to do with this story, then telegram me. If there are any Christian-based regions out there, let me know about them too.