Where is my Justice, King?

Where is my Justice, King?

The sky was bronze and set hard as flint against the scorching Sun.

The wind blew hot and gave no rest to flesh rather it seemed to scorch already tender skin.

Out and alone he fell to his knees exposed to all the elements like fire.

He thought to himself, I am going to die. In fact he was beginning to long for it. He carries with him a small blade and he had thought to relieve himself of this agony seeing neither aid nor hope of it. He saw in his mind those words etched in stone

"God will give me justice"

Etched so many times over. But that had been some time ago, hope it seemed was losing the battle and his heart ached yet from the betrayal he had suffered so many times over. He found little strength yet and stood to his feet and continued on.

Unknown to him what might lay ahead, there was no guarantee of victory or even survival.

Now unknown to him was that his Father, the king had set out a search party to bring him back home. And knowing the desert in which he now walked they came with remedies for healing and food. Still if they might find him before he would perish was any mortals guess and such things are truly known only by the All Father and those he reveals them to.

Two more days passed without food or water. His end was now fast approaching.