Francis felt himself to be a very long way from home.
At the first he had borne the delight of a tourist - wide-eyed to the fascinating aspects of this metropolis of antiquity and faith.
But then the ghosts had crowded in on him - whispering their complaints with rasping wraith-words … a breathless petitioning for his interest, forlorn in the injustices that had taken them and their loved ones into their sodden graves.
How did a city as beautiful as this, house so much sorrow?
He was conflicted more so.
The aged Pope had required his reporting, asking for this audience now due the very next day; but he had not the heart to fulfil this meeting. In fact, he had so much heart the anomalies of Rome were eroding his confidence entirely.
He stopped to rest at the foot of one of those lions, sitting at the ground beneath, he opened a roll of wool that he carried with him, and wrapped it around his shoulders to the ground. Closing his eyes he started to pray.
“Be careful my boy, lest your prayers disturb the pious” he heard a voice say. It had come from above him.
“I know not what you mean” he answered back.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
How did a city as beautiful as this, house so much sorrow?
He was conflicted more so.
The aged Pope had required his reporting, asking for this audience now due the very next day; but he had not the heart to fulfil this meeting. In fact, he had so much heart the anomalies of Rome were eroding his confidence entirely.
He stopped to rest at the foot of one of those lions, sitting at the ground beneath, he opened a roll of wool that he carried with him, and wrapped it around his shoulders to the ground. Closing his eyes he started to pray.
“Be careful my boy, lest your prayers disturb the pious” he heard a voice say. It had come from above him.
“I know not what you mean” he answered back.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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