In the year of Our Lord 1155, Benedictine Monks gathered at Rannock Abbey to celebrate the vigil of Easter. The invited faithful watched as the monks kindled the the Easter fire to enlighten the Abbey for the coming year. In the light of newly created fire, light representing the Pillar of Fire that plundered Egypt, the light of Salvation and Risen Savior, the deacon intoned the message of joy to the world.
"Exult, all creation around God's throne! Jesus Christ, our King, is risen triumphant from the grave! Most blessed of Nights. This is the night when Jesus Christ broke the chains of death and his blood consecrates all believers. This is the night that becomes as clear as day; it will become my light, my joy!"
The roar of a thousand storms interrupted the prayer. With it, a light as bright as the sun appeared in the west traveling to the East, a biblical portent. The faithful signed themselves, holding their crucifixes and candles high as talismans against evil.
Captain Mickle let out a deep sigh and flicked the PA switch. "Sorry about the bumpy landing there, folks. We're parked a little way from the gate so there's a short walk. Don't forget you're on European time and will need to set your watches back 900 years. Thank you for flying American and we hope to see you again soon."
Opening: Dave.....Continuation: anon.