Thaidakar the Ghostblood

In the early hours of the morning, there was a man.

He was dying. He wore purple, and on his head was the crown of his atonement. 

His killers stood about, holding their weapons and wearing their armor, laughing at him. His friends and loved ones cried and mourned as he stood atop that fallen tree.

With a nail in each wrist, he looked on those soldiers and said, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."

And when a thief, one who had done wrong in his life, turned and saw the love in the man's eyes, the compassion for those killing them, he said "Lord, remember me when thou comest to thine kingdom."

The man replied, "To day, thou shalt be with me in paradise."

There was darkness in these early hours of the morning. The main raised his head, even him, even the most perfect man there was and ever shall be, and said "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?"

Crying with a loud voice, the man said, "Father, it is finished, thy will be done!"

And in that same hour, the veil of the temple, guarding the holiest of holies, was rent in twain. The earth did quake. And the rocks did cry out. The graves opened for the saints. In distant lands, the earth rocked, cities fell, mountains rose, floods consumed, fire rained down from heaven.

And, as all this was happening, one of the centurions said, "Truly, this man was the Son of God."

Nearly two thousand years later, someone else said, as the centurion, "Truly, Jesus was the Son of God."

God be with y'all. Happy Good Friday.