The writer was watching the Lunar Eclipse that night from the window of his house. He uttered those words after completing his shared story to his reader about it and in which the only thing that it lacked was a title.
As he witnessed the entrance of the bright light from the edges of the blood colored moon, he felt it like hope behind bloodshed as it started to win it over with its overpowering light.
"No. It was my idea for you to write."
He heard those murmurs as if someone was whispering in his ear. But he was alone. He touched his right ear and realized he had placed back his pen behind it.
"Fine. As you say, my friend."
He took it from his ear and went to write again. To his surprise, the story was already written on the paper.
So he sat down to read.
"The writer found himself again sitting beside the two men he met in his previous series of "Followed". This time they were on top of a hill or was it a mountain? The story draft wasn't even sure."
He smiled at this point, quietly so as not to call the attention of The Pen.
"That's not a part of my story. Check and read it."
The Pen did notice. So he obeyed reading the title.
When he read the mention of "pens and pencils", he smiled which was almost a laugh.
"But of course!"
Then continued.
After reading that part, all together Fighting for the Truth, the writer closed his eyes and reviewed the scriptures about Joshua.
How he was chosen by God to win the promised land. To take them back from those God has given the opportunities to make good use of their gifts in accordance with God's will and plans.
Obviously, they might have not complied, reason for their lands and properties being taken back and given them away to God's chosen people with all its fruits and benefits.
"That's how God works."
He said to himself, shaking his head.
"As he blesses, he can punish too."
The writer convinced himself to it.
By the end of the story, he got up from reading the draft on top of his table, went back to his opened window and shouted as well.
"Praise the Lord!"
He was looking straight into the sky as the moon was completely covered with its bright light again. The Full Moon of Light.
Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the soft breeze of air again on his skin. He has his eyes closed, joy in his face and arms stretched up in the sky.
Then when he opened his eyes, he realized that everyone below him were looking up at him from the street down below his room window.
His neighbors' attention was caught by his shout of joy. They came out from their houses for a better view to witness the lunar eclipse of May 2022.
No one said a word but smiled, laughed and others gave back their attention to the moon and later on started to go back to their own houses.
"Now sleep well."
Once again he heard the same voice. Thinking of The Pen again, he searched for his pen at the back of his ear, but it wasn't there.
He yawned and yes, he went to bed as it was already early morning.
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