“What was
that? Who was talking to me? What did he want from me? What was that
power he was talking about? My power, what is my power supposed to
be?” The questions were turning in Isakael's head and he was
afraid. Nothing, nobody was supposed to be more powerful than God, it
was just wrong.
“I
believe, I believe,” he said over and over again as if it was going
to protect him but the charm seemed broken, he wasn't feeling God in
this place any more he was only feeling cold. He wanted to go home or
at least run away from here as fast as possible, it was supposed to
be the place where everyone found their place but he just felt
abandoned in the middle of stranger.
He bore with
it until everybody came out of trance and the prayer regained its
power over them but not over him. He was scared of the voice he had
heard, scared that it might be coming back and that it was speaking
the truth. He was looking at others trying to see black wings in
someone's back but they were all immaculate white. The whiteness of
the place made him nauseous as his stomach growled once more in
hunger, and he wondered how he could feel both at the same time.
They finally
stood up and started to walk away. The one who had reached the trance
were congratulated. It was said that they were the one closed to God,
the one who could hear his voice directly. The one who never
experienced it were asking questions but Isakael tried to avoid them.
He didn't know what he would tell them, he didn't know what to
explain or what exactly happened. The others were laughing, telling
about the blue light and the stars and more light but none them
talked about the sudden darkness. Isakael wonder if it had only
happened to him or if he was becoming crazy and had dreamed it.
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