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.