Chapter 101: Prophecy
A warm glow illuminated a small room, causing the boy nestled on his bed to shuffle his feet underneath the covers.
"Arthur, hun," he heard from outside. "You're gonna be late if you don't hurry!"
This prompted the boy to slowly rise. He looked around before stretching his arms while yawning.
This was Arthur Bennett, a boy with a carefree attitude.
How could he not be unrestricted by anxiety or responsibilities? He was home, and he felt safe under the protection of God.
Somewhere in the distance, laughter echoed, mingling with the sound of a wooden door creaking open. Voices floated in, muffled yet familiar, and he knew yet could not see—his mother and father.
Their images remained elusive, as if their faces were obscured like smudged white ink on a canvas.
"Come on, Arthur, it's time for church!" the woman said.
The tone—loving but firm—nudged him from the comfortable cocoon of his bed. He rose from his bed as his tiny feet padded softly against the cool floor.
It was time to attend their regular church service.
After preparing himself accordingly, he followed the echoes of laughter that led him to the door. The instant his parents opened the door, his eyes squinted against the brilliant glow.