zg_shadows | Hope shines in the night

he stood there as the rats arrived vast hordes of them, no matter what they had done in the past they stood upon the side of the one now, someone they called him Scythe had stopped just long enough to point at him and say

'this is Father Michael, follow him to glory as you would me' and then he left,

they had looked at him and parted their front line to make space,
drawing his silver sword that burned with the essence of the wyld itself thanks to that strange person on the day the dragon had been freed,

'ONWARDS FOR GAIA' and then he had begun the song, the pure song of the one to bring hope and strength, as the priest chanted he became like a beacon of light and fear vanished from the faces of the rats, the fae infront seemed comforted by the glow from behind, the army to the left at peace knowing God and the Church were with them, even the lupines felt encouraged to his right,

and then the sky rained fire,

over and over and over the chunks hit the ground great blasts of fire and worse ripping across the field, the man who was the sun yelled march, the ghost yelled onwards and the army marched on, shards of rock and infernal blasts tore apart unit after unit, but near the beacon that was Michael they knew no fear, had no worry of losses,

the center would hold, none would turn because the song of the Archangels Raphael and Jeremiel linked them all and gave them the comfort of knowing that all were present for this one purpose

'Yea though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death we shall fear no evil'

then a great blast tore through from behind, the last comet, its force so strong it almost knocked Father Michael down, but the rats lept to shield him bodily knowing his value,

suddenly they were off, the Generals, the Senior vampires, the Higher Werewolves sprinting for the thing in the woods, yelling
'we must stop the wyrm slow it buy time we can still win but we need TIME' Michael looked at the beast in the distance and prepared to join the charge, oblivious to the chittering behind him from the rats,

Michael prepared to charge the forces of evil as any would or should only to hear a voice behind go,

'Father man, you are good, you needed to fight after, rest make time, kill the wyrm things'

a horde of furry ratty hands grabbed him and dragged him away, to their secret places to hide and plan, although a man the ratkin had spotted a useful ally for the fights to come it was time fo plan their kind of war