He smiled.
“You will not succeed.”
The sea's hand wasn't shaking.
Silas took a step.
He shot.
The bullet struck near his leg.
It's stopped.
“I said stop.”
Something in her voice changed the whole glade.
Mercy Ridge called her weak.
Cursed.
Shameful.
No value.
But the woman standing there had now crossed snow, blood, fire and pain.
He had survived everyone.
Silas looked around.
No one moved to save him.
Thomas didn't do it.
David didn't do it.
Samuel didn't do it.
Elias got up slowly, bleeding on his shoulder.
Silas has whispered:
"Elias."
"No."
“My son”
"No."
Elias looked at him.
“You do not hurt them until you listen.”
Silas' face has changed.
The preacher is gone.
The rynzan below is left.
“Do you think it’s ending with me?”
"No."
Elias takes a look at the register in the hands of Samuel.
“It ends with the truth.”
