The monks who gathered in front of the derelict chapel did so for a reason.
It was once again the first Tuesday of the month, and the day the apparition appeared above the chapel door.
For those remaining monks it was a reason for their devotion. Within society religion, as they knew it had all but disappeared and the landscape was littered with the remains of churches and monasteries from days when religion and those who practised it held a position of superiority.
Only the devout survived, clinging to a hope that belief and faith would hold them in good stead. Society ridiculed them, and they retired to the few liveable places left where they could pray in solitude.
But the apparition had given them hope. For a long time, they said nothing to anyone, keeping the phenomenon to themselves.
It was Brother Angus who stepped close to the chapel door and found the apparition surrounding him. Unable to move he stood frozen in fear as much as in awe as the apparition circled his body before ascending to its spot above the doorway.
Brother Angus looked at his fellow brothers, and they saw in him a tiredness they’d not seen before. Angus fell to his knees believing he had been subjected to a divine intervention, but the next day, his life of misery was there staring him in the face once again.
Each month on this day, the monks gathered, each in the same position as they had been on the first day. Angus was engulfed by the apparition, and the only thing the monks began to notice was Angus aging and the apparition becoming more and more radiant.