Inkith

I was crouched in a bush, hiding. My feet, actually my boots, were ankle deep in mud. This was not how everything was supposed to happen. It was a simple plan, and it went wrong. But little did I know, it was about to get a lot worse. A lot worse than just some mud and the act of having to sit in a bush for an hour. -------------------------- "Come on, girl. You can't chicken out now." Denaron's voice rang out, much too loud I might add, from around the corner of the church we were hiding behind. "Actually, I could, if that's what I'm doing, but it's not. I just don't think it's a smart idea to waltz in there when the entire priesthood is