Love is a Battlefield: Part 2 The Fog of War

Satan works most strongly on the fancy when the soul is drowsy. The soul’s security is Satan’s opportunity to fall upon the soul and to spoil the soul.

-Thomas Brooks

After Zar had left the room, General Mikel look over at Holisp with a questioning eye.

“Ahhhh, I see you have your doubts.  I am sure you are asking yourself, Why did  she send him off by himself?” Holisp said with a quip, but continued.  “After all this time, lest you forget, this is still a team effort. The battle is fought not only on a physical but the spiritual realm.  They are as interwoven as the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, but still distinct in different ways.  Each requires the other to establish their full glory.  We are not here to answer every whimsical request to flatter the unbelieving bystanders.  As a junior officer Zar must understand that while he is obeying orders from High Command, he must know his assignment and not just watch over him. How else is he to protect him!  It is crucial that Zar learn this as they both walk in their new roles.  Until the seals are broken this is how it must be for everyone.  We must protect the ones who are aligned with us, shepherd and guide as many as we can to us.”

General Mikel stiffened, like Zar had,  after hearing these words.  “Yes, I do agree wholeheartedly, but Zar’s zeal and enthusiasm can get ahead of him at times.  In light of this, we also suffer casualties.”

“You don’t think I’m not aware of this. This is not a static environment, you and everyone of your officers have the capacity to learn as the Will of High Command unfolds.  As a junior officer he is the match made in Heaven for his assignment Rappaj.   One will fuel the other, once they  realize they are working together.  Just like a father allows his child to grow through bumps and bruises, so we must allow our officers to grow as well.  They’re our mouthpiece just like the other communication channels we use to keep our troops informed. And now that the Fog is shielding our view in many cases,  we must work harder to stop it from engulfing the innocent.” Continue reading

Love is a Battlefield: Part 1

Nestled between the Cherubic Mountains, High Command’s Intelligence Division had recently converted a majestic mountain chateau into its central base of operations. With its  picturesque lake just to the front and a fertile valley that stretched for miles to the left, there was nothing left for the imagination to conjure. The landscape was  breathtakingly vivid and the lake sparkled like a sea of diamonds as the wind very gently brushed the surface and the sun set past the water’s edge.

General Mikel  wearing a red cape over his towering build and dark shoulder length hair was an imposing figure to say the least who was embracing the view in front of him. He had recently been asked to gather intel  of the seemingly ageless conflict. He  had spent the day meeting with various lieutenants trying to ascertain the condition of his forces and the surprisingly competent rag tag army they were in charge of. Tired from the mixed reports he was receiving, he tried to take this moment and clear his thoughts, when  his favorite junior officer was presented. Continue reading