Greetings

Glad you could join us for the next rousing episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…

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Photo credit: Shikhei Goh

Dawn danced across the Meadow where the Knights of Service had prepared the training ground.

Thousands filled the field. On the ground, mammals and reptiles, amphibians and crawling insects, all in high spirits, called to friends, shouting victory to come. In the surrounding trees, fliers with feathered or gossamer wings twittered and tweeted, flittered and buzzed, vibrating the air with an electric hum.

The Lieutenant leaped to a highpoint. Silence fell.

“Thank you,” he called to the recruits. “Thank you all for choosing to serve your families, your friends, your Freelands!”

Cheers filled the Meadow and rose to the sky. Hope lived in every heart.

The Lieutenant made eye contact with many of the them as he spoke. “We’re here to teach you how to fight as soldiers — how to work with other tribes to keep your homeland safe for all. The enemy already knows how to fight, and make no mistake, they’re ruthless and cunning. But they’re greedy. They want what isn’t theirs, while you want only to protect what’s yours as a freeborn Freelander. We will win because we fight for honor and love.”

The crowd roared its agreement.

“When our victory comes, it will come because each of you grabs it with your life and rips it from the enemy’s hands. It will be hard. It will be ugly. War is the harshest master, and some of you won’t come home except in song and story. But your families and friends will always remember your valiant fight. The Freelands will never forget your sacrifice. To honor! To victory!”

Shouts of, “Victory! Honor!” echoed in their ears.

The Lieutenant waited only moments, then yelled over them all, “Let’s get to work!”

To be continued. . .

Previously, on Elliot’s Adventures ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Next time . . .

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Author: Sue Ranscht

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7 thoughts on “Greetings”

  1. Sue, if this isn’t motivational and drenched in emotion too, I do not know what is.

    “War is the harshest master, and some of you won’t come home except in song and story.”

    What a beautiful installment. I wonder what the outcome will be, we will know soon. 😊

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    1. Coming from you, a poet/writer who drenches words with emotion and illuminates our common humanity every day, that is glowing praise indeed. Thank you, Tre! I always appreciate your dedication to Elliot and friends. *big hugs*

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