The Forsaken
Noah maneuvered the heavy wooden beams, determination etched on his face. The three of them shared the load, just as they had many times before while working to help others in Halo. Noah helped steady the cross beam and the creaking protest of aged wood filled the air as they worked. Noah, with a strength honed by years of work and the blessed touch of a god, guided the beams into place. ”Is this good?” He asked, glacier eyes flicking over to the Sword and the Wild Thunder. He would defer to their judgement and just focus on offering his brute strength. He was no craftsman, even though by now he surely could have made a second career out of helping salvage damage and carpenter new creations.
Noah helps place the cross beam!
i'd fashioned my own cross
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
