My footsteps in the musky room kicked up clouds as I hap-stealthily made my way toward my seat, stumbling through the fauna. In the barrel, they absorbed the atmosphere and waited in silence with only but a few of them, every now and then, poking their heads out of the water when curious. Mostly though, with stench of fear, they waited to be shot. In my attempted quiet incursion into the large group of 50 or so prey, I whimpered to myself in silent prayer. I had hoped to be as quiet, in my espionage mission, as a shinobi, but as I madly attempted to recreate the hieroglyphics entombed upward on the shared cave’s wall down on the lined tablet with my modern quill, my clamoring had not gone unnoticed.
I heard the clicking of the hammer being pulled back.
With this, I was not horribly surprised but confronted with an unwanted situation nonetheless. Against a weathered wall where many of my brethren had fallen before, and at the forefront line where many more will, I stood blindfolded, deafened, and mute, totally unprepared for the firing squad’s anticipated torrential downpour in front of me. I pondered pleading for my life, but saw in the captor’s eyes no sign of pity or mercy. I lowered my head for a moment, sighed, and then stood straight with a new resolute acceptance of my fate while the onlookers watched with sorrowful eyes but dared not to interject and quicken their own impending doom.
The sweat began to bead down my cheek into the corner of my mouth. There was only silence as the commander perfected his aim. I cringed. He cleared his throat, then shouted,
“BANG!”
My heart skipped a beat, but was beating still.
“Very well, you’ll make sure to be on time from now on,” he stated in a resounding voice reminiscent of what Pharaoh’s or King Leonidas’ must’ve sounded like. Before he could punctuate the end of his sentence, I responded with a thankful “Yes sir!”
An act of mercy! My fear had turned into instant relaxation as he had me recite lines from the scripture in front of the pews – a paltry task in comparison to what could have been my bloody death. And although the others following in my footsteps will see him as an executioner, now I most certainly see our leader as a merciful man.
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