Post by Manti: Alma’s spy
When the call came to spy out the Amlicites, I felt a fire ignite within me. I have always believed that in times of peril, swift feet and sure purpose can save a nation. Amnor, Limher, Zeram, and I took no weapons save our daggers and our trust in God.
Tracking the Amlicites was harder than we thought. They moved quickly and with order, not like a mob but like an army. We knew trouble was brewing. Then came the dreadful sight: Amlici had found allies among the Lamanites. Our hearts sank. The two armies marched together like a rolling storm, heading straight for Zarahemla.
We dared not waste a moment. We tore across the wilderness, breathless, our sandals blood-soaked from the sharp stones. When we burst into Alma’s camp, he wasted no time. His voice rang out like a trumpet calling men to arms.
The battle was fierce beyond words. I saw Alma himself seek out Amlici, and I witnessed their duel—steel against steel, leader against traitor. The Lord upheld Alma, and Amlici fell.
As the dust settled and the survivors wept or gave thanks, I remembered: swift feet, sure purpose—and above all, faith in the Deliverer of Israel.
Alma 2:22-25
