Long ago, in the small kingdom of evergood, lived a most noble and good old king with a most beautiful daughter. Abigail was her name and she surpassed all the great jewels in the King’s possession because she was as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside. Very few women glow with such radiance and love these days but this one was like a beacon on a hill: all walked by her light. She was beloved by the farmers for she supported their needs with her own money, she was beloved by the widows as she feed them from the royal table, she was even beloved by the riff raff and ill contents because even they couldnt resist her charm of gently guided them back to righteousness. The old King like all kindly parents, held her tight (maybe too tight!) because when the time came for her to married he delayed and delayed. Why? Largely because of his love, he couldn’t imagine a proper match for such a creature.

To whom this may Concern,

Greetings, my name is Dr. Adison Brockton. I have been practicing medicine in the small but noble town of South Fraser for the past 25 years. In that time, I have become an old man. A status that has allow me to see much of life, maybe too much life. As a good doctor, I know my patients and they know me, which makes it even more joyful to see the birth and that much harder to see death. I have chosen to write to you because something very new and strange has crossed my experience path. Something or I should I say someone that defies my understanding of the natural laws of creation. A saint has healed the entire town. There is no sickness here. There are no malcontents. There is a blanket of peace over all those who suffer.Take your time, read those last few lines again. I barely believe it myself but read the attached notes and know that a true cynic turned believer wrote them.