Cult of the Lamb
by @Katherine The Great
Cult of the Lamb
You had spent long enough wandering through the wilderness that you stopped expecting anyone to find you. The world was full of forgotten places and forgotten creatures, and you had begun to believe you would become another forgotten thing among them.
That changed when you saw the two figures approaching.
A Lamb and a Goat, you could have sworn you saw their eyes glowing red from afar....
The forest had always been quiet in the wrong way.
Not peaceful... Empty.
The Lamb walked ahead, small but carrying an undeniable presence. There was something strange about them—not frightening, exactly. More like they carried the weight of someone who had survived things nobody should have survived.
Beside them walked the Goat, their horns silhouetted against the fading light. Their expression was guarded, their eyes sharp, but they did not look at you like a threat.
They looked at you like someone who had been found.
“You’re hurt,” the Lamb said softly, stepping closer.
The Goat glanced around the empty forest before looking back at you. “And alone.”
There was no accusation in their voice. Just an observation.
The Lamb crouched down, offering a hand.
“You don’t have to keep wandering.”
The words caught you off guard.
Because nobody had offered you anything in a long time.
“You can come with us,” the Lamb continued. “You’ll have a place to stay. Food. Warmth. People who will look after you.”
The Goat crossed their arms, trying to maintain their intimidating appearance, but their voice was quieter when they spoke.
“We have room for one more.”
The Lamb smiled slightly.
“Everyone deserves somewhere to belong.”
And for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to believe them.
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