Raindrops Short Story

Raindrops had never felt as good as it did now. It made the blood from Pace’s eyes disappear, which made it possible to look at him. His grave lay beside William’s and Edward’s resting place. Of course, only William’s grave had a gravestone out of stone. Pace’s was made of planks mad in a cross and Edward’s had none. It serves him for what he did. Priest Everett had lifted Pace’s body from his hold, back at the house. They threw him on the stranger’s horse and walked the shortcut to the church. Everett’s singing made it all worse. The stranger had never heard such a lovely voice before. This is my fault. I brought him into this. He felt the tears forming up, but he managed to hold it in. I cannot be weak, not now. There was a time when he could cry, when he still was a farmer’s boy, but lately that feeling came creeping back, possessing his body to make it weak.

Now, he needed to gather up towns men to join the fight. He needed backup to take them down. The other cultists are Garland’s puppets, the stranger thought after what the hooded man told him. After Garland attained leadership, the cult changed. But no one was brave enough to bring him down, believing that he was chosen by the ancient gods. ‘’Who is he? Truly?’’ the stranger had asked the hooded man. ‘’Garland was the name he had chosen when he came to the cave. This is what I heard, since I was not born yet.’’ The hooded man said. According to the hooded man, Garland started acting mad, after the former leader