𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘 , 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 ⎯⎯⎯⎯ knees turned raw , the tuffet doing nothing to protect fragile bones ; the moment they hit against the kneeler as if dead weight , peyton felt the way knees groaned and protested , BUT WHAT IS BELIEF IF NOT PAIN ? does her aching body , aching heart ; override the pain that Christ felt upon the cross , eyes wide with horror ; crying out not for his higher father , but the one that raised him , the one that held him after a nightmare , that cheered when his first steps were taken , that taught him carpentry ? peyton will endure , for Him , for the need of the heavens to have mercy upon her human form and allow the pain to somehow bleed out impurity .
peyton isn't sure how long she's been here , attempting to find comfort on holy grounds ; but the stained glass windows , painted a kaleidoscope of colours dimmed from the night sky was a companion she'd grown to find a hint of comfort in ; the familiar patter of rain beating against the ancient building . BRITISH WEATHER , NOTHING NEW ; YET FITTING .
peyton chooses to believe that the weather is from God himself , crying with her , with all of them ; I KNOW , MY CHILD , BUT FREE WILL IS A FUNNY THING , ISN'T IT ? it certainly is , she cant bring herself to blame her father for the fault of man ; in truth , it makes her more angry at the snake than anything else , to take advantage of new life , life that never knew what a lie was ; a life that what inherently curious . THE WORLD AS IS BECAUSE OF A SNAKE , how strange that it's her mascot , a beacon of strength . she supposes not one bad creature dooms them all , there's a slytherin discussion in there , peyton realises as the silence continues around her ; the creaking of the church a comfort .
peyton never wants to leave , ever , perhaps the war doesn't need her . . . maybe she could feel the faint cold of the wind seeping through the cracks of the walls , the eyes of God upon her stronger than ever . she feels close to Him here , TO HER MUM . . . she misses her , she misses her so much and it was only a matter of time before her mind drifted back to the one family member she had , tears welled up behind closed lids , beads clutched harder ; leaving indents in palm of hands . . . THIS ISN'T FAIR , nothing is fair .
𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐸𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐷 𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐴𝑅 * MAIN TIMELINE .