Motto: "And he bearing his cross went forth into a place called the place of a skull, which is called in the Hebrew Golgotha." John's Gospel
The eagle flew high in the sky, scarring the ashen clouds with its mighty wingspan. It drew spirals closer and closer looming over the barren, frozen landscape watching, waiting. And then it saw the sluggish snake, carving a path between the hills.
It screamed, piercing the cold air.
The snake, tail lost into the forest, oblivious to its pursuer, slithered heavily across the plain, rising its head halfway up the mountain, toward the east. The large body, brown with a yellow patch, molded its shape to fit the pattern of rocky heaps, scattered here and there, but never stopped, not even during the night, no matter the obstacle, its determination leaving a wide trail of dejects and crushed grass. All along its rough outline, there was a swarm of black dots, little ants running through the thicket in searc