Day Seven Hundred Eighty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah and I watched as the Leader assembled his men and led them forth out of the hunter village. Their demeanors grim and dark with malevolence.

We fell to prayer and interceded for our host village, and Tomas and Mei.

They weren’t gone more than quarter hour when in burst a troop of men led by Mei. These men rounded up our guards and freed us.

Mei had us on the way back to our hosts and was interrupted in the middle of her explanation by the rattle of gunfire ahead.

She ran on ahead with her men and became the hammer that finished off the hunters against the anvil of Tomas and his soldiers.

Mei had been busy yesterday.

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Day Seven Hundred Eighty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The city guards remembered the Captain from the day before and immediately took him into custody. And they took us too because we were with him.

We were held over night in a cramped cell, over small for one prisoner, much less three.

The Captain was upset with himself for our predicament and it took both of us to calm his spirit.

They dragged us out mid morning, hungry and needing sleep, and stood us before a five man tribunal.

Their interrogation was perfunctory. Only one spoke, the rest were silent in agreement.

Elijah and I were cut loose, but they kept the Captain for his was a second offense.

Back at our host village we sought the Spirit’s help.

Day Seven Hundred Eighty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah has been kept on his feet all day, as he and Mei (and I) have been lead from village to village. He was thronged in each place.

Story after story emerged about how these people have been lead to this place by dreams and visions, at the center of which has been the likeness of our friend Elijah.

And in place after place he worked mightily to redirect their focus onto the One who sent the Spirit.

There was much rejoicing in our wake.

We returned to our host village at day’s end, tired, but elated. Tomas and the Captain had traveled all the way to the city only to be refused entry.

We made plans for the morrow.