The White Church
Timothy had woken up from his slumber, when the light shined downed on his face. He knew he had slept through the dawning of a new day, and had wasted a good amount of time getting to his destination. But he figured he would rather face a little bit of darkness than be exhausted for the remainder of his time left on earth. . As he stretched away the slumber and started to awake to the world around him, the more his old wounds began to reopen. The memories he had once held so closely to him, were not knifes to his heart and sharp reminders of the world he had lost.