Drop Of Light

Chapter 1: Is there a god?

"God is good, he has been kind and forgiving to us. We must repent to him and give him our all. We are his children so we must serve to him and only him."

He loves us they say

"You are only born to serve and do what he demands"

So I must do the same they sang.

"Soak in the blood of Crist and take his place"

He loves me

"Child step forward and embrace him"

These we're the words that they told me where true ever since they brought me in.

"You are the one send by god"

Brought me in from where? It's only a blurry memory. Did I have a life before the Father took me in? Who was I? Other than the so-called child of God.

It was all I knew

The bitter burning flavor of the crimson liquid giving to me daily as they prepare me. Prepare me for what? sometimes I ask but received no response. But who was I to know? Who was I to know that their golden cover words were all lies?

My God is good, he is kind and merciful

That's what they told me

Maybe I was too naive to notice it.
I am nothing but a child, so how could I realize sooner what they were doing.

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"My lord, a letter from the Queen"

"Read it, now won't you" I stared at the pile of papers on my desk indifferently as I fidget with the quill in my hand. Ignoring the sound of paper being ripped and flipped over as Sebastian read the letter from where he stood next to me.

"She has a case for you In Ireland my lord" he announces as he quirks an eyebrow at the piece of paper in hand.

"Ireland? What does she need to check over there?" it has been a while since the queen asked me to leave out of the country for a case.

"There's been multiple reports coming from the Anglican about Irish churches being involved in an underground activity and using excessive power on people. She asks for you to investigate first the 'Muckross Franciscan' and report back to further actions." a let out a low sigh, the case seemed simple but knowing the Queen there's more to it and that she wants it to get it rid off.

"Sebastian prepared everything as soon as possible. It's better to start now with this investigation." I commanded as I stood up from my chair. The whole idea of things involving around the church made my nose wrinkle in disgust, how dreadful it was.

"yes my lord, I will make plans now for our departure."

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Was my 'room' always this empty?

There are no windows, the grey stone-like walls are humid and are the only thing giving me a sense of smell from the outside world. They told me there is nothing out there but the chaos of mankind. That I could not taint myself with the likes of the fail creation of god. There's only my bed and me, all pure white, equal to me they say. My memories always seemed foggy, but I think I used to live outside from the church at one point, maybe I had a mother or father as well. I can't even remember anything from before they took me in, maybe it's not important. They stop letting me around the other kids a year ago. The excuse of it being I was too special and needed protection. It wasn't that I didn't know I was different from the others already, they always remind me.