"So... you want me to die for you?"
"Yes."
She sat in His presence. The color rushed to her cheeks as she categorized and appraised the rush of feelings within her. She looked up at the fiery vision as it was tracing out her fate in the universe.
"Wonderful!" she cried.
"A response many a deity would be happy to hear," God replied, "were there any others. But I am that is, and I know that you do not yet understand."
"But Lord," she said, "this will do you so much good. By my death I will serve you. If I die a young queen, all the world seeing that I am faithful to you, they will fall at your feet."
"A king will die, and they will not follow Him," God replied. "But I am asking you to die in an alleyway, a knife at your throat. The last thing you will hear will be the voice of a murderer, asking if you believe in Me."
She paled. The vision before here glowed ever brighter.
"But... how does that do good for you?" she asked.
"You can consider that before you give him your reply," said God.
She sat in silence, stunned. The fiery vision faded away, and she heard His voice like an echo rolling far from her.
"Your answer will not hinder me, beloved child," He called to her. "I am greater. Remember that when you feel the knife."
There might be things I would adjust, but it's hard with such a premise. I wanted a person to think that she had found something she thought was "good fortune" for God. And of course, she's wrong. If there's a bigger point, it's a bit more obscure. (Things might possibly be muddied by the Redwall reference.)
In any case, next week, I'll post my favorite of the three -- "witch feels self-doubt after an argument with sidekick."
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