Nov-28-2011, 08:50 PM (UTC)
..., after days of shovelling and constructing garden beds and stone paths in your backyard, you finally look at your bleedy, scraped knuckles and torn fingernails, feel the corns or calluses on your hands, see your sun-drenched and freckle-spattered skin, touch your dry, wind-blown hair and wonder to yourself, "What would Ronica think?"
"I am the Catalyst, and I came to change all things. Prophets become warriors, dragons hunt as wolves."