A young man wandered the dareknss. The brushes scrapeing at his bare legs, he stummbled along his path, the night sky seemign to press down around him. The dark gray clouds whipping across the sky, the moon nearly coverd by them like a lepper in his rags.
He had lkost his way, a mistake in reading the posted sign, or maybe it wasn't a mistake, but a sign form Hermies that his path was always meant to be unlear. Now he struggled through the more boggy valleys, trying to find his was back to his path, a path, any path. To find his way home, to find a village, to find some kind of shelter.
Lightening ripped across the sky, like the sword of God ripping through the fabric of the lepards sackcloth, for a moment everything was so bright that he could not see, and he froze afraid to take another step...and then just as quickly the light was gone and he was blind in this new way, from the brightness to the darkness.
Soon his eyes cleared and he stumbled foward his arms out cutting his legs, smacking his arms against the upright rocks and boulders on this hill top, to the very top and then there far below.......he saw nothing, but wait no there was something there, at teh bottom of the hill, a cross roads, a single post standing in the middle. He rushed down the hill running to the sign he stoped and looked up at it squinting to make out what the black letters on the white paint said. There was another flash of lightening not as bright this time and he could read the words on all the cardnel points of the sign: poena dare factum.
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