Perhaps you’ve already read of the Army of the Wounded. If those wounds are left untreated, untended, they stand a great chance mutating into the very source of their creation – a weapon. As the numbers build, so does the artillery. It has the capacity to wound, even to slay indiscriminately – the wounded and the almost healed.
It is why wound healing is not only desirable at this time but an urgent necessity. Power in the hands of the Army of the Wounded, no matter how small, needs no further qualification as to its implications nor its consequences.
The healed breathe. It is a deliberate, controlled breath for they posses an army of their own – the Army of the Pure of Heart. The planet awaits Maafa to Ma’at.
Ritchie the Cosmonaut. Father and Son. Connected Fiction for teens 14+ and their elders.