"Why don't you have a look yourself?" he finally managed.I looked at my hand. There was nothing wrong with them, Two petite, soft hands with ten perfe...tly ordinary long and slender digits. Nothing wrong with them. Suddenly it hit me: There was nothing wrong with them!It took me some time to regain the ability to speak."How the Hell could you do that?" I blurted out. "It's just plain impossible!" In a way you're right," he replied. "It would be impossible for me to do it. What I did, was to. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” She leaned in close, her fingers tracing along his coat as she stood.“It’s much too hot for a coat in here, don’t you think?” She winked and pushed it off in a hurry. Her fingers lingered along his chest. His heart thumped like mad, unsure if this was a daydream his mind concocted because of lack of sleep. “Umm, ma’am?” His voice shook with the tension he felt. She took his moment of confusion to make a move and leaned forward and kissed him silly. He froze. “Boys, you go in and do something. I have to go grocery shopping and do some errands. I will be back in three hours. Behave yourselves.” Adam’s mother said sternly.“Yeah, mom.” Adam replied, and she was gone. Adam and I went inside and flopped out on his couch. Let me talk about Adam. He, like me, is also 13 and very good-looking. He is about 5’ 4”, he has dark brown hair like me, and very deep brown eyes. He is very well built and muscled. Most girls find him the hottest boy in school.“So.... Somewhere outside Jerusalem)The battlefield was decided. It was a great dusty plain, with mountains to the far west, and Jerusalem straight ahead barley visible in the distance.I could see the banners of the Seljuk Turks standing their ground a mile ahead of our regiment.I grasped my holy weapon tighter. I paid no mind to the mortal foes that made up the enemy rank. I kept my eyes moving constantly, searching for the demon.Father Fredrick said I'd know him when I saw him.Hours rolled by. Our.