"Man cannot measure the bounds nor fathom the depths of divine forgiveness"- James E Talmage
He said "wash your hands/ get out the stains/ but you best believe/ boys there's hell to pay"
Preface I
The moon looked down upon the wreckage of the once great city, watching the smoke billow into the sky and blocking her view of the carnage. She mourned silently, wishing she could do something, to interfere with the lives of men to change the future.
You've done enough, a voice called and his face was blocked by the shadows, you know who has awakened because of your interference.
I did what I had to, she spoke strongly back, I did what I had to save the balance of the world.
That is not your job, he spoke again, that is the job of the avatar.
The avatar would have been defeated; she sniffed, if it weren't for my help.
There was a pause between them, and she watched as the tiny figure of the boy-man struggled to stand, his arm around his friend as the other rushed them into the building and she couldn't help but let her lips quirk upwards in a self-satisfied grin.
There will be trouble for him now, the voice spoke again after the long period of silence, and he will never be the same after mingling with spirits.
No, she murmured back proudly, he will never be the same.
