Random Leaf #1849

I have little to no faith at all and yet this young man, on my death bed, assures me that the god my people believed in will have us reincarnate once we die. This young man who's holding me tightly is telling me of a faith, a religion, he isn't part of. I, a man of no faith, is being taught of salvation by another who god I know of is different from whom I know.

And he promises me two things: our reunion in this world of the living and vengeance for those who killed me.

I am hurting from my neck, pierced and lodged with an arrow. I am bleeding. Everything is hurting. It hurts real bad. Yet, I can't help but smile. There will be a next time. And this young man who I barely knew anything about is promising me. He is preaching of my god. Of a god he doesn't believe in.