It took many hours of the day before I was able to reach the land of the ring, but upon arrival I was quick to note the towering figure of a man who stared upon our warriors of Bethlehem with an arrogant look on his face down the hillside, his eyes surveying those who looked up at him.

"Is there no man among you who has the desire to stand up for your country, and fight a living God for your salvation?"

Watching as my fellow countrymen stood shaking, looking as though they were about to be a scurrying roach searching for a rock to hide beneath...I felt a swelling of anger building within my chest. Was there truly no man in all of Bethlehem besides myself who had the faith to stand up to this giant of a man?

I gazed down at my sling, and then towards a nearby brook in which water flowed peacefully, a sharp contrast to the chaos which had raged for so long down below. Approaching the brook, I crouched low to take five smooth stones, each one no larger then my palm. Placing each stone into my shepard's pouch, I then stood and began my march to King Rockingwell's camp.

Along my way to the king's camp, I noticed that many of his warriors were hiding behind walls, rocks, and anything else to make sure they were hidden from the Giant's sight, and not called forth to try and face him. None want to be made to look as cowards before the giant...but what they are doing is even more cowardly then simply rejecting the challenge to face him, and it honestly makes me sick.

"You there, young man! What is it that you are doing within my camp, you are not apart of my army."

My attention was quickly directed to King Rockingwell, who stood at his throne in heavy armor, sword by his side. It was pitiful, really...not even the king himself was willing to take this giant on.

"I will go against this heathen man who defies the armies of the living God."

The warriors scattered amongst the room went silent, their eyes boring holes through me as their expressions read nothing short of utter disbelief. King Rockingwell himself seemed almost as astonished as them, as he quickly cleared his throat and made his reply.

"You are not able to go against this Philistine, for you are a young man, and this giant has been a trained soldier all of his life."

My eyes glared towards our king, as I bowed my head in respect and spoke softly. My words were as serious as I could make them, and I silently prayed to our Lord that the king would understand.

"I keep my father's sheep, and when a lion or a bear came and took a lamb from the flock I went after it and delivered the lamb from its mouth and killed the lion or bear. The Lord who delivered me from the paw of the lion and the bear will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine."

The king stared into my eyes, which I tried my best to pour the sincerity and seriousness I'd felt within my very being into. It seemed to have its effect on the king, who finally sighed and began to lift his helmet from his head, his eyes never leaving my own.

"Since there is no other man willing to face the Philistine...I give you my armor, and pray that a miracle may happen in your battle against him."

I shook my head, not accepting the king's offer for his helmet as I slowly turned to stare outward at the grinning giant, my voice coming off strong--the voice of a man whose spirit was stronger then even the king himself.

"I need not your heavy armor, for my body cannot support it. However, though I may not be the strongest of the men in Bethlehem...I have faith in our Lord to bring this giant toppling down. Rest assured, King Rockingwell, when I return from the ring I will be hailed a hero, and the Lord our divine protector once again."

With a nod of my head, I began my trekk down the hillside which led to the square battlefield. If I were with eyes in the back of my head, I would swear that the king was shaking his head in disbelief at the 'foolish bravery' I was showing on this day. However, as I made my way through the fearstruck warriors who stood before the giant, I knew for certain that what I was doing was not foolish...but the best move possible for all of Bethlehem.

Stepping through the warriors and onto the battlefield, a silence filled the land. The giant, Galen, stared down at me in disbelief, before an angry glare set in his eyes and he let out a roar to the sky itself, snarling as he looked upon me.

"Am I a dog, that you come against me with sticks?"

With all of Bethlehem watching, and God himself sending his grace down upon me, I lowered my head and breathed a quick prayer. It was a prayer to ensure his protection over me, just as it always had been, and his protection over my homeland. Taking a stone from my pouch and placing it into my sling, I looked wordlessly up to the giant, who soon grinned as he looked upon me.

"You are but a small boy facing the world...a world which you cannot defeat. Everyone knows it to be true, so do not make the mistake you wish so truly to make right now."

Staring upon Galen, my eyes narrowed angrily as I finished my prayer, never saying a single word to the arrogant giant before me. It was then, that in one fluid motion...I made my move. Drawing back my hand, I quickly slung the stone for the giant's head.

In a matter of seconds, it would all end...and the world would soon see the truth it simply could not believe.