"Let us pray," I said and guided all under the tree as Charbo held the bread he had brought for us. He split the bread in two and handed one piece to me and one to Neryas as we passed on and did the same for others. By the end of the meal, everyone was well fed, over 24 of us."
Neryas was glad and overjoyed at what he had seen and exclaimed at Charbo, "What of my sword when you can have abundance like this!" He laughed.
And he began to pray, "Աստուած իմ, որ բանաս զձեռն քո, եւ լնուս զամենայն արարածս ողորմութեամբ քով. քեզ յանձն առնեմ զանձն իմ. դու հոգա եւ պատրաստեա զպէտս հոգւոյ եւ մարմնոյ իմոյ յայսըմհետէ մինչեւ յաւիտեան. եւ ողորմեա քո արարածոց եւ ինձ բազմամեղիս:"
His 24 Prayers began with this, in praise of the miracle he beheld. The sharing of small piece of bread made multiple among companions in a dark forest.
As Neryas began to teach the others prayers specific to their needs and their strengths, I whispered to my Holy Mother, the Mother of God, “Have mercy on me, pray for me, and intercede for me to Christ our God, and for my mother on this earth, whose place I do not know and whose spirit I cannot find. Seek her and comfort her, protect her from all that is against her and all that is against me."
Aru finally came from behind, sweating and breathing heavily, "Armen, there is no time, the forest is clearing and they are approaching.”
"Pick up your swords, and align your iron armor, it is time to put up a fight before we approach the castle, and this time we will place them in their graves and not upon the comfort of their beds.
Neryas, lead the children away from the old tree, take them deep into the darkness, let the night be no fear to you, nor to them, take this cross, and let it be a light to you and to them.”
I lifted up my voice and roared with Aru, "Friends, today we are not merely men, but knights, we are here to defend not only our name, but the children of the lost land of Artemia. We will not die tonight for we have seen battles greater than these. Fight not for your life, fight for us, for Artemia and the brilliance of our future in our coming kingdom, for our Immortal King, and give your life to me today, and to him foremost, for these cowards will not pierce our skin, let alone our iron clad armors!"
We placed our armor upon us and with the neigh of Yeriv, we shouted with shouts of glory, shouts of praise for our God and King, in the face of an ambush, and in the face of a cowardly assault on the lives of the lost children of Artemia.
Swords clashed and blood was shed, but not a life was lost in this holy victory! Having fled before us, we won and defended our positions and posts.
"Praise the Lord! Praise our God and King who made us immortal for battle!" we shouted and shouted again!