Defiant,+art+thou?

====St. Benedict strode down the crude wooden halls of the monastery; shadows loomed like assassins at every corner. Although night had fallen, Benedict preferred the fresh crispness of the night to contemplate and meditate. A silken wind sent shivers through his body, but it wasn’t the cold, it was the anticipation of meeting Him again.====

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====The morning glare cut through the weakening darkness like a hunter would cut bread. Light shone upon the stone altar, engulfing the saint within it’s warm. The old saint arose slowly, giving those who looked a transcendent angelical appearance.====

====Saint Benedict slowly ambled to his room; a fellow monk entered and laid out his breakfast. After setting the tray down, the monk exited and shut the doors behind him. Benedict glanced at his meagre meal consisting of bread, cheese and water. He muttered a brief prayer to thank God for this meal. Despite himself, he was ravenous from fasting for the last moon.====

====The children gravely nodded and ran towards the converging mass of school children. The head master counted the children and found one missing, he barked at the children to seek who it was. Saint Benedict slowly wandered over and laid a hand on the head master’s arm.====