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The Cleric and the Thief (Scene 3)
A Fantasy Serial Story — Scene Three: “The Cleric”
The following is part of a fantasy serial story posted exclusively here on Medium. Be sure to read Scene 1 and Scene 2 before you read this one.
Scene Three — “The Cleric”
The travelers huddled together, weary and defeated. Their belongings were strewn about them and piled in bags and bundles. They sat lost and confused, looking back towards the road from whence they had come.
The cleric’s dark green robes rustled in the wind as he glided across the courtyard. He stopped to kneel beside a mother, who had her arm wrapped protectively around her crying child.
The cleric knelt down, pulled back his hood, and smiled at the boy, then brushed the hair out of his eyes. “Do not fear,” he said in a calm, gentle voice. “You are safe now. I will take care of you and your mother.”
The young cleric then made his way to an elderly man who was sitting alone, his head in his hands. “Sir, are you well?” the clergyman asked. “Can I offer you some water or medicine?”
“No, thank you,” the man whispered. “I need nothing. Nothing at all.” The old man’s voice was low, as if each word was carried from the very center of his being. He cleared his throat, straightened himself…
