Crusaders in Jeruselum

[Maxster211]

This is a tale of a young soldier who is in the Seige of Jeruselum. If anyone has any ideas for charactors or events, please post them or send them to me. I will start this shortly after I have gotten some ideas. This will need to be kept alive, so if someone would like to help, please contact me with a post or private massage. This is a tale of heroic deeds and christianity itself. thanks for listening.

 

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It was a long, dark, sleepless night for me. My mother and father lay sick, and all I could do was wait for them to pass into the care of our heavenly Father. The room was dark, and only I sat in it that would live to see another day, as the doctors told me, who had left what seemed like ages ago when they knew they couldn't help me. I couldn't think what was to come, or imagine what did, but all I knew was that I would be alone.

And finally, it happend. My mother, her eyes closed, stopped breathing. A rush of tears ran through my eyes, and I weeped. And as I weeped, I fell asleep when a wave of fatigue wash over me. I dreamed that my mother and father were with me, eating breakfast, and that while we ate, the Lord lifted them from there places and brought them to heaven. I woke with a jolt, and reached for the bible my father had inherited from his. I thought of how he had worked night and day to pay a Priest from a city called Arce to teach me to read and study maps so that I may learn the word of the Lord Almighty.

I turned to a random verse, hoping to find soothing words that may help in this dark hour, but all I could find were the vauge words of John 14:6 "I am the way to the truth and the light, no one comes to the Father but through me". I had known what these words mean't, yet had not thought the meaning important until now. I knew that they mean't the only way into the kingdom of Heaven and into God's presence was by accepting Jesus Christ into my heart. Me and my father and mother had talked for hours about what it mean't, and we had converted many friends Jew and Cathlic alike to our study, an un-denominational teaching where the only religious leader was God.

As I thought of this, I bowed before my bed, which was in the very same room as my mother and father's death beds. There, I prayed for forgiveness and for Jesus, the only begotten son of God, to come into my life, and change me, and for him to help me through this time. After this, another wave of fatigue swept me into a long sleep. I knew that tomarrow I would have to find a way through this mess and to get a job good enough to suport a family.

 

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I woke with a fright. I didn't know what time it was, but it was still dark outside. Greef took over, and I relized that it would never go away until I left this place. Knowing that everyone would face the same fait as my parents and that the greif would never end until I either leave this place or die the same fait. I would leave this place and find a better life. I wasn't sure where God would lead me, but I was certain that it would be better than this life that I had now.

I knew I could only take a few items. I was a black smith. I had gotten the job when I had turned 13 and became a member of the city, because the leaders of the city were Jews and thought that 13 was the age of when someone becomes a man. I had made money from that, but had lived with my parrents who had wanted me to stay with them until I had enough money and was mature enough to live by myself. Now, though, I needed to get away.

I took only what I would need. I would leave the rest for the nomads and scavengers who lived in the area. I took a walking stick, some of the food which we had had left. Now that my parrents were dead, they wouldn't need food. I took extra cloths, my hunting knife and bow, and blankets for the long nights ahead. After I had packed some fire wood and an axe, I reached for the bible my father had sacrificed so much for me just to read. I thought about taking it, and decided I should. If I didn't, some other Jewish boy would take it and burn it for it having the New Testiment. Or worse, and Infidel could take it and us it against us. I took it, and was halfway out the door when I heard the scuffling of feet behind the house.

Hoping that it was only a rat, I turned and walked beside the cold stone of the mud brick wall. I heard the rustling again, and went faster towards the bush. Then I heard running, and saw a small child run away. Wondering where she was going, pursued her towards the hills at the foot of the Holy City.

 

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