They blackballed me a heretic.
Not like they had a choice. The only alternative was admitting they might be wrong.
Unthinkable!
I didn’t go into ministry to defend dogma.
I just wanted to spread a message of hope.
But now I don’t know what to believe.
Elves are real. I mean, seriously?
How does getting stabbed confirm to anyone I am the center of ancient prophecy?
Now it isn’t just my beliefs I have to fight.
There are many who don’t want to see the elven prophecy fulfilled.
And they want me dead before I can do something radical.
Like, oh, I don’t know…
How about save the world?
P.S. – Learning to communicate with your cat is not all it’s cracked up to be.