Passover has come and gone, and all that remains is the trial before the Crucifixion. Jesus is in the temple gardens, praying for strength for the coming ordeal, when a stray thought turns into a prayer for some kind of comfort before he leaves. That prayer is answered not in the spirit, but the flesh, as a certain yellow pegasus pays him a rather unusual visit.

In honor of Good Friday.

Cover art by the talented JazzyQ.

The Winged Hussars are the greatest warriors of history. You think a situation is bad, that you can’t escape? Just wait for the Winged Hussars.

They arrive, and they save you. It doesn’t even matter what dimension you’re in.

A young man trapped alone in an alien land with only his wits and his faith as company. Can he keep the darkness growing in the crumbling remains of his former home from causing disaster?

And who the heck decided it would be a good idea to throw in talking, pastel, ponies!?

Dark tag added for later chapters.
Light horror/gore

(This fiction is not an attempt to push any religious beliefs.)
(Please do not post comments pertaining to religion, unless it is a question/comment about the story itself.)