The Shepherd's Stone

The fear was a physical weight, pressing the breath from our lungs. We were thousands,

yet we stood paralyzed by a single shadow. Every day his voice thundered across

the valley, mocking our faith and our courage. To us, strength was measured

in bronze and muscle. Then came the boy. No armor,

no sword, just a shepherd's staff and a heart that didn't know how to

tremble like ours. In that moment, the mocking stopped. The world held its breath as

a single stone whispered through the air, carrying the weight of our hope.

We learned that day that true strength isn't found in the height of a man