The Warrior looked up from where he had fallen on the Battlefield ... again. The Twins, Chessed (loving-kindness) and Charis (grace), came and helped him back to his feet.
As a child, the Warrior had been hurt when bandits attacked his family. It was because of this that he had become a soldier. His heart's desire was to aid the helpless and to shield those in danger. But his legs were weak from the old injury. They were becoming stonger, but just when he would forget about it, he would fall again.
The Commander was aware of the Warrior's problem. It was He who had assigned the Twins to help the Warrior. He couldn't remember how many times the Twins had helped him back up. More times than he could count, it seemed.
At times, the Warrior was ready to give up. But the Commander wouldn't let him. After spending time recovering in Camp Eiraenae Soetaerou (peace of the Savior), the Warrior would be ready to face the Battle again.
He had helped many ... many more than he ever knew. The Commander knew the numbers, but often didn't reveal them to the Warrior. At times, he felt useless. Ironically, it was at these times that he accomplished the most.
Standing again, he strode back into the midst of the Battle.
A Lesser Son of the King
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