#1 Hell break loose

The oracle stood on the mountain top contemplating the immense plains of green pastures that stretched out of sight to the horizon, a new dawn was on the rise.

He didn't mind much about being the bearer of bad news, what troubled him was that there wouldn't be any news at all for a very long time. The gods had decided to withdraw from worldly affairs and he had at heart to deliver their last message with carefully chosen words.

The first faint streaks of light were hitting the village as he set foot in the council's mud hut.

“A new dawn is on the rise !”

His voice had never been as vibrant and he could see it in their eyes that the elders were shaken to their core.

He knew that at the heart of the arising rumblings lied the question of what to do with the new comer.

Somewhere in the depth of their souls, they knew that darkness was lurking, that the better part of their souls, their light was already starting to fail them. Soon, they would have forgotten that they were a special people. Or rather, that they once had been.

“A new dawn is on the rise”, the oracle repeated in a lower voice.

“We have much to talk about, but I'm tired. Let's reconvene.”

He made his way out as soon as he had spoken the words. He was not asking for permission. He was setting the agenda.

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