Prophet of Confree (The Prophet of Confree)
“It was right in downtown Windwood; it fronted a cold grey building with no windows. A Legion cross was carved into the stone above the Gate. It was dark in there; you couldn't see in. Anyone could go in – but not many came out again. The Gate was always open, but only for volunteers.
I was a tall, skinny teen with an ugly shaved head and a bandage across my nose. And I sure as hell wasn't a volunteer. I was standing across the street from the Gate, about as far away as I could get while sti...ll remaining on the same street. That Gate scared me. It looked like the entrance to a black hole. Not too many people knew what was inside and even fewer wanted to know. I sure didn't. Yes, it was just like a black hole – mysterious, extremely dangerous and ultimately fatal. On a scale of one to ten, one being a heroic volunteer and ten being a terrified coward, I rated myself about a twelve.
No, I didn't want to volunteer – but I was going to, as soon as I could work up the nerve.MoreLess
I was a tall, skinny teen with an ugly shaved head and a bandage across my nose. And I sure as hell wasn't a volunteer. I was standing across the street from the Gate, about as far away as I could get while sti...ll remaining on the same street. That Gate scared me. It looked like the entrance to a black hole. Not too many people knew what was inside and even fewer wanted to know. I sure didn't. Yes, it was just like a black hole – mysterious, extremely dangerous and ultimately fatal. On a scale of one to ten, one being a heroic volunteer and ten being a terrified coward, I rated myself about a twelve.
No, I didn't want to volunteer – but I was going to, as soon as I could work up the nerve.MoreLess
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