The morning sun cast its light over the ruined town, illuminating dust-filled air as people worked tirelessly to clear debris. The orphanage walls, once proud, now lay cracked and broken as workers tried to mend them.
An old man, his face lined with age, approached the woman in charge.
"Director Meira, will we be alright?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Meira paused, her eyes clouded with deep thought. The words of a certain man echoed in her mind.
Words filled with unshakable confidence.
[Miss Meira, don't be afraid. I will resolve this. Just wait for the funds.]
Remembering this she smiled,"We will be."
"Believe in the benevolence of The Lord."
...….
A carriage rattled down the street, filled with ragged injured men who had been treated with local doctors and low level healers.
A man sat comfortably inside, flipping through a newspaper. His sharp eyes scanned the headlines with growing amusement.
