A booming voice sounds out and echoes across the field where I am seated “I have heard that you are not pleased with me, that you think me to be uncaring?”
I know straight away that who I am being visited by now is God, and that is truly terrifying seeing as how he can smite me on the spot. I somehow manage to put on a brave face and prevent my voice from quivering overly much when I respond “And? Is any of what I said about you untrue? Did you not have Gabriel father us and then abandon us? Did you not ignore the millions of prayers my sisters and I sent to you in hopes of being saved? Did you not leave us in an impossibly hopeless situation? Did you not allow the people who became our guardians to treat us the way they did without interference?”
I knew I was ranting, my voice raising a
