The Bread He Carried Through Stormwind
Chapter One Before the first bell rang over Stormwind, while the blue of morning still held back the sun, Jesus knelt outside the city where the stone road bent toward Elwynn Forest. The high walls stood quiet behind Him, pale and watchful in the half-light, and the banners above the gate barely moved. A few sparrows picked at crumbs near the road. A tired guard leaned against his spear and fought sleep with the same stubbornness he used against fear. Jesus bowed His head, and the silence around Him did not feel empty. It felt held. Inside the city, pressure had already begun its daily work. Carts rolled toward the Trade District with wheels that complained over the stones. Bakers pulled blackened loaves from ovens too early because flour had become too expensive to waste. A woman from a western road camp held a sleeping child under her cloak near the canal and waited for someone to tell her whether there would be bread today. Men who had lost sons in old wars watched every stranger wi...