They blackballed me a heretic.

Not like they had a choice. The only alternative was admitting they might be wrong.

Unthinkable!

I didn’t go into ministry to defend dogma.

I just wanted to spread a message of hope.

But now I don’t know what to believe.

Elves are real.  I mean, seriously? 

How does getting stabbed confirm to anyone I am the center of ancient prophecy?

Now it isn’t just my beliefs I have to fight.

There are many who don’t want to see the elven prophecy fulfilled.

And they want me dead before I can do something radical.

Like, oh, I don’t know…

How about save the world?

P.S. – Learning to communicate with your cat is not all it’s cracked up to be.