Before summer, a man would step across Rachel's threshold and introduce himself as Adam. Few men entered the boutique. She looked up from her task, then looked more closely. He was ruddy and winsome, he was tall and well dressed. She could see the restraint in his eyes. His visage was that of a man, with the penetrating eyes that looked right through her - into her very soul. He was dangerous. The kind of danger that brings change, change that can never be undone. He was a man after God's own heart. An invisible force brought him to her and brought her to him. He obeyed the burning in his heart. She turned away at first, but then looked again. She could see her future in her eyes. Her spirit ignited a passion inside her and the legacy that would be their destiny. Their destiny would be to serve. They would serve with the sword and they would serve with compassion. The fullness of time was coming, but for now the penultimate had arrived. They met, and that meeting could never be undone. He was not here to shop or to ask for directions. He was sent here by a man who knew of the legacy and had waited for Adam for a very long time. The man who sent Adam, sent him to seek Rachel, and to deliver a message of utmost importance. The man who sent Adam, was like the professor who advised Rachel to pursue her dreams. Both professors were guardians - guardians of the legacy. She listened to Adam. The man who sent Adam to seek Rachel had never seen Adam until he stood up in the lecture hall and asked one question. The professor had finally found what he was looking for - the fulfillment of the legacy. The two professors, and Rachel, and Adam were the beginning of the fulfillment of the legacy. One professor prayed that the initial meeting would take place and that there would be a meeting of minds. The professor assumed the mantle of the watcher at the wall. He did not eat or drink or sleep or rest until he heard the sound of victory - the first step. The messenger was seen far off and he was running with determination, his head held high. As the runner approached the fortress, he looked up and signaled victory by unfurling the banner and by waving it back and forth in his left hand. In his right hand he carried the scroll. The gates opened slowly, the bridge lowered and the messenger entered the walled city. Trumpets sounded, banners were unfurled. The first battle was won, the next would determine the fate of the empire. The enemy would fight to the last man. The enemy would not prevail. Adam would prevail. Still, some would call him Anarchist.
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