Keeper of the Holy Grail by fanitsa
She approached the gathering of the knights silently. Her hands raised, holding the Holy Chalice.
A light emanating from its humble wooden center.
They put their swords on the ground and kneeled, without knowing why. And then they became suddenly aware of all that was noble in them. Old memories of their mother's embrace, a cup of hot wine after a day of bloodshed on the battlefield. The kiss of the girl they loved in their youth. An unexpected act of compassion from a stranger. They were flooded with thoughts of kindness and with the urgency to restore all that was lost, all that was wounded and ailing. Inside of them, and in the world.