Author's Note: Shortest oneshot I have ever written. Ever. xD Abel Nightroad is one of the most endearing characters I've ever had the pleasure to encounter. This is for him.
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World-Changer
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He only has four.
Again.
Four blasted dinars. Not even the price of a cup of tea.
He could beg them of someone. He could appeal to the Vatican to stop their damned frugality and give a poor priest his due. He could--dare even to say it--steal it. He could crawl about like a child in the town hoping to find a spare.
But he is Abel Nightroad. And Abel does not do such things.
A stray ball suddenly flies into his path, bouncing near his shoes. He bends to pick it up, suddenly hearing young voices.
"Father! Father, please toss it here!"
And he does.
And he smiles.
The escort did not arrive. The town, once the crown jewel of an empire, has lost its luster. The sky seems to have bled right into the horizon and across the ground he walks on, for all is grey and lifeless. But he doesn't seem to mind.
An uneven exchange, because today, the day seems to have neglected him.
But he still smiles.
He has rather large shoes to fill, where he is going. And the Ministry could do nothing but give him four.
Four dinars.
But he is Abel Nightroad. And in the end, no matter what choices he makes or others make for him, he knows that he is one of God's children--and a world-changer.
And even one of God's children must keep to his path...
...despite his growling stomach.
End.
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