Wild Berry Meadow set his face toward the mountain.

An apocalypse? He knew the term, but could not hear truth to what she spoke of. There was a tone to her words that gave him a moment of trepidation; however, the world as he knew it had not ended, so perhaps what she spoke of had yet to transpire. He felt neither apprehension nor fear when that thought struck him. The Lord would keep him safe, and all who followed the Light.

There was more to her story  but she wouldn't speak of it, and he would not ask. Gilead still doubted, for the only truth came from the Light — and Raas had not spoken to him in some time yet.

Unfortunate, he blithely said, but there was little feeling to the boy's tone. He was bored of the topic. But he was curious, too, of this demon. It was not often that he encountered those outside of his faith and especially rare to find a creature such as this in a holy place — and this meadow, with its glorious light, was indeed holy.

You should not be here, he murmured next, but there was no threat to his tone, it was just as lethargic as before. Hardly a warning; perhaps more of a promise. Perhaps your apocalypse will follow.