Hilda

Alright then, ya nosy blighter! Let me tell it as it is. I’m a hunter, aye. I run the woods, the fields and I’ve tracked many beasts. Yet I’ve never heard a voice, or saw a light leading me. It’s always been just me, alone. The Spirit stayed silent when my dear brother lay starving. Nor did it light up the night when my ailing mother was lost to the wilderness. Even if it does exist, what use is it, in a world brimmin’ with pain and misery? For nothin’!