Peace

“Eve? Eve, are you awake?”

Eve heard the small voice of Christopher. The tiniest angel that she had ever seen, small wings, but a big heart. He was always at the camps waiting for her when they arrived from casket hunting. She hadn’t seen him last night, and she knew that he was giving her the space that she needed to reflect on the events that had taken place last night.   

“Good morning Christopher,”

“I’ve brought you some fresh fruit for breakfast,” he came into the tent and set the tray down next to her cot, he sat next to her and laid his hand on her head and closed his eyes. His prayer was short but simple, and his touch healed all her hurts, “The pain will pass Eve, He knows, and he has cried also, but they get to dance with him for all eternity, that is a blessing,” Christopher smiled his huge smile and left Eve to bask in the warmth he left behind. She walked outside the tent to a brilliant sunrise, the sky lit up like a fire, the dew on the grass being melted away by the radiant beams. She smiled at the awakening life the daylight brought, and her heart was filled with peace. She walked over to the tent where she knew Josiah and Elijah would be, waiting to discover where their next mission would be.