“15% waise on taxes!? We awweady gib ‘ou awmost ebewythin’ we eawn!”
[A villager in the small Outer Chicago Settlement of BabbaDook shouting out in protest over another raise in taxes. This decree approved by Emperor Severin II Doe StrongWing and the Grand Chicago Council, both becoming more and more unpopular]
For 3 days we traveled, the world a whole lot bigger than I thought. We spent most of those 3 days in deep prayer and good spirit, David speaks to me as we walk the long dirt road.
“The High Temple… Wow.”
I speak, wondering something that was in the back of my head.
“The High Priest, ugh… What was his name?”
Saul quickly speaks.
“Yularen, your great one.”
I was about to say to Saul that he didn’t have to call me that but just decide to continue instead.
“Does he live at the Temple? Anyone have the slightest idea of what he is like, or if I’d even be given an audience just by asking.”
Evalyn speaks, grabbing some bread from her bag and tearing a bit out of it.
“I think so, where else?”
David speaks, something obviously on his mind.
"High Priest Yularen? He’s one of the last figures even in Chicago with a positive reputation, when me and Dad were doing some selling, things were rough.
I speak.
“How su?”
David explains.
“The fool of an Emperor in Stablelot is squeezing us dry, demanding us to give more and every year! And not just that to, The Grandmaster and Royal Governors side with him! Something is going on I think…”
Saul spits on the ground and we keep going, the map saying that we were approaching the settlement of BabbaDook.
The first thing I see the the place is it’s large stone walls, two Chicago banners and two Equestria banners draped next to the open wooden gate. Entering the place I felt a strange sense of wonder, for the first time in my life I had made it somewhere on my own… It was quiet here in BabbaDook, with only a few thousand residents calling this place home (The majority being fluffies) And the only notable sight of interest being a small fort at the far side of town and the Temple to the false god Tan. I speak to Saul and David.
“Sauw, Dabid, do ‘ou mind gettin’ some pwobisions? Fank 'ou.”
David speaks.
“Sure, how long we staying here?”
I speak
“Maybe just a day Auwucuw thinks.”
With the two of them gone I decide to begin preaching, I must show them…
“Attention to aww those who am wiwwin’ to wisten, heaw me!”
The crowds continue to pass by, a few curious onlookers decides to. Not about my words, but the golden scythe. I speak, going with the first thing I could think of.
“Ye gods ‘ou submit to am fawse, deny them an’ fowwow Dah One!”
This seemed to have caused a reaction, several of those who had stopped gasped and took a double take of what I said. An enraged stallion in the crowd speaks, coming right up to my face.
“HOW DAWE 'OU SPEAK WIKE THAT 'OU MOTHEWFUCKEW, GODS SMITE 'OU!”
I speak, not flinching or reacting at all to this tantrum.
“Weawwy? Anu fawse god of dah fawse pwophet Dabid, stwike me whewe Auwucuw stands!”
The crowd goes silent for a few seconds, nothing happened… The stallion speaks, looking up and down seeing this.
“'Ou dawe test dah gods! Towtuwe beyond compwehension awaits-”
I interrupt.
“How can Auwucuw test somethin’ that does not exist? If ‘ou wish fo’ wife aftah death fowwow Dah One.”
The crowd starts whispering again, even more joining as they see the commotion. I hear someone in the crowd speak.
“Fwuffy’s tawkin’ about that Puffie wewigion? Wowa thought onwy puffies couwd pwactice it.”
I speak
“Yes ma’am befowe that was twue. Buh Dah One has chosen me to beaw his wowd, to be his Pwophet. To nao not just wead puffies, buh dah entiwe wowwd to sawbation!”
The whispers and the crowds grew even louder, those up front looked at me like I was a crazy person. All around there were gawkers and those trying to defend there false gods, than out of the blue approaches a stallion, him looking a tad bit younger than me. He had a bright blue coat that was long unwashed, and a matted black mane. And finally the thing you noticed first being his right from leg that seemed to be paralyzed, it flopping on the ground as he limped. He looks up and speaks to me.
“Youw Dibine?”
I speak, quickly.
“Not at aww, Auwucuw am a mewe sewbant of Dah One. Am his Pwophet.”
They speak.
“Den stiww, am dewe any chance 'ou maybeh be abwe to heaw fwuffy weggie?”
I hold my Scythe tightly, speaking.
“Do 'ou hab faiff in him?”
They speak.
“Dah pwiest at dah tempwe twied a dozen diffewent wituaws, nothin’ wowked. If youw deity am twue, fwuffy wiww sewbe him fo’ dah west of my days.”
Hearing this I grab the stallion paralyzed leg and placed it on the Scyche handle, giving a prayer.
“Of Gweat One take am wost souw an’ make in a bewiebew! Bwin’ fouwff an’ heaw dis mans weggie!”
Everyone looks to see what happens and for a few seconds we wait in anticipation. Than suddenly the limb regains motion, the stallion cries out as he falls to the ground, his leg healed.
“FWUFFY’S WEGGIE, FWUFFY’S WEGGIE!”
The crowd instantly starts walking over each other, trying to get a better look at what The One had just done. Someone cries out, it obvious they weren’t paying attention before when I heard there comment.
“MIM (Anuian god of life) HAS COME TO US IN DAH FWESH, AWW HAIW!”
Others begin speaking, I unable to even hear my own thoughts.
“GET DAH PWIEST, DAH TEMPWE MUST BE WENNOBATED AT ONCE!”
And
“DAH GODS HAB ANSWEWED OUW PWAYEWS!”
Me and Evalyn start taking steps back as more and more join in. The crowd size gets to the point where the guards start approaching, it seeming like complete chaos to them. The guards try to get answers from the crowd, as me and Evalyn begin slowly walking away, with me feeling frustrated. A guard speaks as I was just about to get out of sight, stopping infront of us.
“Did 'ou pwefowm sowcewy on that man!”
What, sorcery? I was about to speak in defense when the guard spoke again, this time to the others.
“Gwab him!”
Half the guards begins to encircle me, while the other half holds off the crowds. A guard speaks, going for my scythe.
“Gib me that weapo- AWWWWGHHHHHHHH!!!”
The second the guard placed his hoove on the handle, it caused it to erupt into flames. The guard falling back with a hoove that looked horrifical burned (You could see bone…) The offer guards fall back in terror, pulling out weapons. One of them speaking.
“Somebody get him, fwuffy am of ebiw!”
I turn to see a terrified Evalyn, her trembling. I knew what I needed to do… I speak to her, making sure to gently pass the scythe.
“Ebawyn, guawd dis wiff youw wife. Go meet up wiff Dabid an’ Sauw, wait fo’ fwuffy outside dah city.”
Evalyn hearing this nods quickly and very slowly I give her it, no burns at all. After that Evalyn speaks.
“What about you!?”
I speak, the guards approching me.
“Twust in Dah One, he wiww pwotect us!”
With that Evalyn runs into the chaotic crowds and the guards grab me and begin taking me away. One guard speaking as we begin to approach the Castle.
“We’ww wet dah mayow decide youw fate, buh untiw den enjoy dah dungeons 'ou demon of dah undewwowwd…” Fin
Thank you for reading my story! I’ll have the next part done in a few day’s to a week, and of course constructive criticism is appreciated. May you have a good day!