There seemed no hope for us, a dying people. Forgotten. Forsaken. The prophecy had long been buried. The rich heritage had all but dried up, leaving us with a future filled with death and sorrow.
When he was born the story of the mark spread as fast as a rushing river.
“In the darkest hour a child will be born,
bearing the mark of new life upon his face for all to see.
This child will crush your enemies and bring forth a new age of prosperity.”
It was hard to believe, but a new hope filled our dying hearts.
Warm Up Wednesday. Just for fun, no judging. 100 word story based on photo prompt.