NeverSeen

I slid on my helmet, carefully avoiding the pins that I could only see with moonlight. I couldn’t turn the light on or somebody would notice. There was a strict no-lights rule, especially before a storm. Nobody wanted a magic shortage when it came to injuries and tree repair.

I paused a moment, looking at myself. This was more like something from the costume party I was just at, not the suit of a warrior. Sure, I had armor and a helmet, but nothing would keep me safe from what I was going to face in the coming hours.

I was fighting my fate. I had seen it. It was inevitable.

And I was doing it anyway.

Maybe you could call that reckless or foolish. And maybe you’d be right.

I called it faith in the One who made me.

Though it may help you to know that I still felt reckless and foolish all the same. You tend to feel that way when you’re walking straight into your own death trap.