The Prophet
PostPosted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 10:23 am
The Prophet
[font=Times New Roman]He was in a hurry, he ran desperately threw the crowded streets trying to get to the palace. This man’s name was Isac; he was in a desperate hurry to get to the castle to talk to the royal strategist in charge of all the royal armies. Isac was a prophet; his Lord had just informed him that soon an army would be raised up against Israel.
Unfortunately for young Isac the roads were deathly full, he’d never make it to the palace in time. Suddenly Isac felt what seemed like a hand propelling him threw the streets. When Isac finally came near to the palace his heart sunk, there he was, almost there, and what was in his way? That ever-pessimistic-palace-guardsman that often caused trouble for the priests.
“Got some more ill news to retort from ‘Your Lord’ today do ya? Posh! Get out of here! Your mentality is to rigid and pious!â€