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There was a crashing sound through the trees. The three shadowy forms were no longer bothering with silence. They had been discovered. Peter still held his sword, blood running down the blade and onto his hand. He suddenly released it, sending it hurtling back into the darkness from which they fled.
When none of them could go any further, John collapsed sobbing. His brother, James, stopped a few paces behind him and fell against a tree. Silent tears slid down his cheeks.
Peter was in a rage. He came crashing through the bushes behind them, his arm lashing out as if he still held his sword. He let out a terrifying cry and slammed his fist into a nearby tree. A string of curses burst through his lips, and he sunk to the ground staring at his bloodied knuckles.
He continued to release curses under his breath until James silenced him with a sharp command, Hush your poisonous lips, Peter. This is not the way.
He knelt and placed a comforting hand on Johns heaving shoulder, Be still, brother. You knew this was to come.
John rose and wiped his face, smudging dirt on his cheeks. He glanced up at James and then to Peter who was consumed in the pain that was rushing through his fingers and up his arm. He knelt and took his hand, passing his own hand over it and praying silently. The bones were immediately healed and the wounds closed up.
He rose and said, We must go tell the others what has come to pass.
James and Peter nodded and began walking back the way they had come just hours before. John went a different way, toward Marys house.
When none of them could go any further, John collapsed sobbing. His brother, James, stopped a few paces behind him and fell against a tree. Silent tears slid down his cheeks.
Peter was in a rage. He came crashing through the bushes behind them, his arm lashing out as if he still held his sword. He let out a terrifying cry and slammed his fist into a nearby tree. A string of curses burst through his lips, and he sunk to the ground staring at his bloodied knuckles.
He continued to release curses under his breath until James silenced him with a sharp command, Hush your poisonous lips, Peter. This is not the way.
He knelt and placed a comforting hand on Johns heaving shoulder, Be still, brother. You knew this was to come.
John rose and wiped his face, smudging dirt on his cheeks. He glanced up at James and then to Peter who was consumed in the pain that was rushing through his fingers and up his arm. He knelt and took his hand, passing his own hand over it and praying silently. The bones were immediately healed and the wounds closed up.
He rose and said, We must go tell the others what has come to pass.
James and Peter nodded and began walking back the way they had come just hours before. John went a different way, toward Marys house.
