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priceonmysoul"Act on your inner guidance, and give up your need for 'proof' that your inner guidance is authentic. The more you ask for proof, the less likely you are to receive any."
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He wasn’t sure if it was right, wasn’t sure if it was even his decision. Yet he stood, the only one who was armed, and the noise was spectacular in the small, dimly lit barn. He had the power, if not the position…and an aching in his heart that told him it was what must be done.
When Mum came, she found him still crouched there with the horse’s head in his lap. In the next stall, a newborn foal suckled at the teat of another mare.
Blood stained the hands and clothes of an eight year old boy.
“Lance! Lance, darling…come away from there!”
“In a bit, Mum…she shouldn’t be alone.”
“Lance?...”
He looked up from the dead mare’s face to meet his Mum’s gaze. “The stablemaster said ‘twas the mother or the foal. I cut her free…the doctor wasn’t going to make it in time.” He paused, shifting the mare’s head gently from his lap so he could stand and show her his sword, still smeared with blood.
“You could have waited, we could have saved the mother.” Mum was kneeling now, her pretty face filled with worry.
“But…she would want her baby to live. Right, Mum? Wouldn’t a mother want her child to live?”
He feared for a moment that he wasn’t a knight, but a killer. He feared he’d done wrong, that he had disgraced his family and been sent to Avalon, unworthy to be his father’s son. For a moment, he was afraid that he would never die in battle, serving his kingdom with honor and virtue the way Michael talked about.
Then Mum was hugging him, getting her dress all bloody and still holding him anyway. He knew, in that moment, that his heart had told him the right thing to do because she was laughing though her tears made his cheek wet. She held him tight, and he knew again, somehow, that she was happy.
“Your parents will never know any greater honor than to call you their son.” she sighed, drawing back to look at him. “And one day, when you return to them, they will look into your eyes and see this very day…the day you became a man of honor.”
A man of honor…he would never forget those words.
And as he left the stables that day, still the shortest boy in his class at Lakeshire, Lance felt ten feet tall from that moment forward.
Muse: Lance Dulac
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 410
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NOTE: Mum, aka Nimue of the Lake, is
empty_ofanthems and is mine to use and abuse.He wasn’t sure if it was right, wasn’t sure if it was even his decision. Yet he stood, the only one who was armed, and the noise was spectacular in the small, dimly lit barn. He had the power, if not the position…and an aching in his heart that told him it was what must be done.
When Mum came, she found him still crouched there with the horse’s head in his lap. In the next stall, a newborn foal suckled at the teat of another mare.
Blood stained the hands and clothes of an eight year old boy.
“Lance! Lance, darling…come away from there!”
“In a bit, Mum…she shouldn’t be alone.”
“Lance?...”
He looked up from the dead mare’s face to meet his Mum’s gaze. “The stablemaster said ‘twas the mother or the foal. I cut her free…the doctor wasn’t going to make it in time.” He paused, shifting the mare’s head gently from his lap so he could stand and show her his sword, still smeared with blood.
“You could have waited, we could have saved the mother.” Mum was kneeling now, her pretty face filled with worry.
“But…she would want her baby to live. Right, Mum? Wouldn’t a mother want her child to live?”
He feared for a moment that he wasn’t a knight, but a killer. He feared he’d done wrong, that he had disgraced his family and been sent to Avalon, unworthy to be his father’s son. For a moment, he was afraid that he would never die in battle, serving his kingdom with honor and virtue the way Michael talked about.
Then Mum was hugging him, getting her dress all bloody and still holding him anyway. He knew, in that moment, that his heart had told him the right thing to do because she was laughing though her tears made his cheek wet. She held him tight, and he knew again, somehow, that she was happy.
“Your parents will never know any greater honor than to call you their son.” she sighed, drawing back to look at him. “And one day, when you return to them, they will look into your eyes and see this very day…the day you became a man of honor.”
A man of honor…he would never forget those words.
And as he left the stables that day, still the shortest boy in his class at Lakeshire, Lance felt ten feet tall from that moment forward.
Muse: Lance Dulac
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 410
