Chapter 9: Alger

Munich, 1454

"Believe in the Lord and you insult our faith," she sighed.

"I never wanted to be a part of this in the first place," he said.

"You can't go back. It is too late."

He walked toward the forest; when he looked back he saw her still standing in the rain; she had not moved an inch. She will have to accept I can no longer continue in vain, he thought. She has to accept the path that I have taken.

Rain was falling again; the path that he stood was going to lead him to the other part where the Christians resided. A small community with a Reverend as its head. The community that was once his home in the past. He waited about two minutes for her to look at him but she did not. He turned and walked, his head down, his hands closely in front of his waist, going to meet his family.

"Will you forsake the brotherhood in a time when the full moon is yet to arise from its covers?" She asked.

He looked at her with round helpless blue eyes. He was still poised, wondering if she understood w