Re: Revivals and Healings
[you know, this is probably the WAY WRONG story for you but eh...
snerks at the expression on her face]
So one day he followed the sun. It rises in the east and sets in the west. He walked westward every day, trying to find where the sun came to rest. Days and days passed.
He grew in age. Three years he spent, chasing the sun. But he didn't give up. Because it was something he knew he could posses.
And then one day he found it, a small, simple hole in the earth. And the sun came to rest in that hole, becoming smaller and smaller the closer it got to its resting place. Until it was only the size of his fist.
So he took the sun, and it was his. The next day, there was no sunrise or sunset. Because he had taken it.