“1: This is a record of the life of our most dear Prophet Aurucul, the information he bestowed upon me and my travels with him recorded in this volume. 2: Aurucul was born on the 145th year on the Equestrian Empire to unknown parents, he let in the care of the HitchVin Anuian monastery.”
[The first 2 verse’s of the book of Saul, he writing it the night Aurucul had given him this task. And because the Book of Saul was the first volume of the Second Scroll Aurutuin, it was the first ever words anyone would read if they were doing it in order]
Entering HitchVin I wondered to myself if the news had gotten here, if anyone would recognize me. It seemed not though, as we walked through without any interruptions. This area we entered was the Tark section, and I knew not far from here was that place. Evalyn speaks to me, this place obviously bringing back memories for her to.
“I don’t feel that safe here Aurucul, do you think anyone would recognize us!? Can we make this quick…”
I speak, rubbing her shoulder.
“Nu wowwy Ebawyn, do not wet dis pwace make 'ou feaw. Auwucuw wiww awways pwotect 'ou.”
Evalyn gives a faint smile and we continue. Walking throughout the streets of Tark, I wondered where I should start preaching. Finally finding a place when we center a city square type area, where there were lots of people moving about with a fountain in the center. I speak to everyone, as I prepared.
“Auwucuw am goin’ to pweach at dah fountain. If it wooks wike am in dangew, ow am bein’ to iwwesponsibwe teww me. Wet’s go…”
With that I stepped up on the fountain, speaking out loud.
“Attention aww whoa we wiwwin’ to wisten!”
A small crowd starts to form, either looking at the Scythe or seeing my Wife, Followers and Brothers as a crowd. I speak.
“Auwucuw wishes to speak to ‘ou about etewnaw wife, physicaw death does not hab to be dah end! Dah One in his etewnaw gwace wishes to gib a new pwomise upon dah Eawth, one fo’ aww species!”’
Some of the citizens of HitchVin look confused, others looked angered by my obvious anti Anuian teachings. I continue.
“Auwucuw cawws upon aww of ‘ou to weject dah fawse teachings wike fwuffy did, come an’ mobe into dah wight, be fwee!”
They begin throwing insults at me, I hear a person speak.
“Get dah pwiest, hab him tawk dis foow down!”
I speak, having an idea.
“Suwe, bwin’ him! Auwucuw wouwd wub to hab a debate fo’ aww of 'ou to heaw!”
They hear this and run off into a random street, as I continue preaching.
For the next few minutes I was tired between answering questions (Mostly revolving around me practicing what they thought of as a puffy religion) And Preaching (It mostly being kept mostly light as not to form an angry mob) I was speaking to a now much larger crowd when he called my name.
“An’ su Auwucuw tewws 'ou, whewe do a souw go when it’s physicaw body dies? Not in some sowt of stwange wand deep undewgwound ow abobe-”
“AUWUCUW!?”
It had been so long but instantly I knew that voice, I turned around to see it’s source. Standing not far from me was the Priest of HitchVin, Jericho… Instantly I got down from the fountain, and we walked towards each other. When we were at arms length there was a moment of hesitation before finally doing what felt right, we hugged each other like best friends. I spoke, the emotion in my voice evident.
“Auwucuw thought I’d nebah see 'ou again owd fwend!”
Jericho speaks, the emotion and pain in his voice even grater, tears beginning to roll down his face.
“Auwucuw… Jewicho thought ‘ou had been kidnapped an’ muwdewed, how, how was dis possibwe!”
I speak, shaking my head.
“Nu, Auwucuw wasn’t kiwwed. Auwucuw has been webown, I hab a famiwy nao, a babbeh on dah way!”
Evalyn and my brothers catch up to me, the crowd as well encircling us. Jericho speaks, taking off his hat and chuckling.
“Someone came to dah monastewy sayin’ that a fwuffie Sawnaian, whatebah that am was pweachin’ hewe. Neawwy bewiebed it to, buh it tuwns out dey wewe wyin’ to get fwuffy out hewe, hah!”
I didn’t laugh… I speak, clearing my throat.
“Dey wewent wyin’ Jewicho, am that pewson.”
There was a moment of silence when I said that, Jericho’s face going stone cold. After about 10 seconds of staring he puts back on his hat slowly and I speak.
“Jewicho 'ou must know that-”
Jericho snaps.
“NO! How couwd 'ou tuwn youw back on us, on youw own Fathew! Do 'ou eben know what happened to him!? No- No- Dis must be settwed at once…”
Jericho turns to one of his assistants, a newer monk who I hadn’t seen before and speaks. His authoritative tone almost reminding me a bit of Salazar.
“Go an’ get shwine, we nee’ to stawt dah wituaw!”
Jericho speaks to me, a tone mixed with betrayal and anger.
“‘Ou bettah begin pwepawin’ shwine to youw fawse deity, backstabbah. Jewicho wiww pwobe to ‘ou dah twue anuian faiff an’ 'ou wiww see dah gwabe ewwow that 'ou hab committed!”
I tried to reach reason with him but he wouldn’t listen. After Jericho left I turned to Saul and spoke, my voice low and somewhat defeated.
“Wet’s go an’ pwepawe dah shwine…”
Constructing a Sarnaian ritual shrine was a rather complex endeavor, I’ve read about it but had never attempted it. First it required a very large bronze bowl filled with either coal or charcoal, it placed on a short pedestal as it is surrounded by flowers and lit incense, an offering table also placed there. Than once that was done grass and wood are placed on the coal, a flame lit as multiple prayers are sung back to back. Than now with it complete, two people must fan the flames and make sure the fire stays in the bowl and the smoke goes up into the sky. After 2 hours and with all the money we had It was now finished, David speaking to me as we looked at it.
"I’ll go and get the live squirrel, I still have a bit of cash left..:
David leaves and I turn to see the Anuian fountain, it at the opposite side of the square. An Anuian alter in some ways was similar and other ways very different. Firstly was the idea of fire being used, with a small flame being lit beneath a massive idol of Anu, it the same one used in the Monastery hauled out here. And by the giant idol were two much smaller statues, the intercession figures. And these figures were Soul StrongWing and Emily DarkWing, the thought being that they’d speak to the false god and convince him to answer (They were easily the most common duo interceders. Others I saw at my time included Maximus and velvet Doe, and Enoch Doe-StrongWing and Nalpi “The Holy” Doe) The Anuian’s seemed almost complete, I going up to the fountain to get ready to meet with Jericho, to discuss what ritual we both would be doing. A few minutes later Jericho walked up to me, the Anuian alter finished. With him was a servant holding something, Jericho speaks to me.
“We wiww boff be doin’ wituaw that eben a simpweton can do.”
I see what was in the servants hooves as Jericho grabs a chicken egg and gives it to me, continuing.
“Hatchin’ an unfewtiwized egg am a smaww ask to dah dibine, doin’ su wiww pwobe who’s faiff am twue.”
I was about to head back with the egg when Jericho speaks to me again, one last time.
“I’d concede nao ifJjewicho wewe 'ou…”
I was about to say something but declined, returning to the Sarnaian Shrine. I spoke to Saul as I placed the egg on the offering table, the flames now high and healthy.
“We am to hatch dis unfewtiwized egg.”
Saul speaks.
“Can you just use the Scythe to-”
I speak, interrupting him.
“Nu, Auwucuw wants to do dis dah pwopah way.”
With that Saul nods and we start the ritual, it seeming like thousands of people turned up to watch.
The first part of the ritual revolved around the sacrifice on an animal, David still not back here. I turn to look at the Anuian shrine, the first part of there ritual starting as well, it being Jericho and the other monks giving 100 praises to Anu before they asked. Finally as the Anuian’s were entering there 67th praise David returned with a tied up squirrel, him speaking with a scratched up face.
“It was a bit of a struggle but I got it, you can begin!”
The squirrel is placed on the table and I state a prayer, grabbing a ritual knife.
“Oh gweat One gweatah den ebewythin’ on Eawth, accept dis sacwifice!”
I slice open the squirrel’s throat, it’s blood flooding getting to the pedestal’s base. After a bit I speak, bowing down.
“Dah one tuwn dis duww egg into a wibin’ chick, show youw gwowy to dah wowwd!”
By the time I finished saying this the monks at the Anuian shrine had also began there sacrifice, it being a rooster they were sacrificing, spilling it’s blood onto the fire. Our flames got higher and brighter, but no movement from the egg. Samuel speaks, him one of the people fanning.
“Auwucuw Samuew doesn’t know how wong he can continue, am exhausted!”
I speak, the flames getting higher.
“Nu stahp Samuew, wemembah to keep faith!”
Muddy who was on the over side seemed unbothered. Than as I turned to see the progress for the Anuian’s, I see something… A puffy like figure clocked in pure black was with them, seeming invisible to the monks. And just at that moment he smiles horribly at me, him having blood red eyes and a mouth seeming endless razor sharp teeth. And walks towards their alter, passing through the monks like he was a ghost. I felt my heart fill with terror and for a moment my Scythe was about to slip out of my hands, than I hear Evalyn’s voice call me back to reality.
“AURUCUL LOOK!”
I turn back and see that the egg has hatched, a miracle from above! A baby chick squirms around in squirrel blood and chirps rapidly, everyone around me celebrating, giving thanks, and cheering. Than just as I picked up the animal, I heard cheers coming from the Anuian side and Jericho shouting out.
“ANUIAN DAH GWEAT AS HEAWD OUW PWEAS!”
What… I and Jericho leave our shrines and walk towards the fountain, both of us holding baby chicks. Jericho seeing me holding an animal looks a bit shocked but speaks quickly, a sense of superiority in his voice.
“It seems that dah demons of dah undewwowwd used dewe dawk powews, an’ gabe 'ou that animaw. Buh Jewicho knows it’s fake, cobewed in boo-boo juice wike dah spawn that made it.”
I speak, starting to understand what had happened, and what figure was with the monks.
“Auwucuw knows dah twuff. I saw a figuwe wiff 'ou Jewicho, 'ou may hab not buh I did. As Pwophet Dah One gabe me dah site of dah wicked one onyx, he gabe 'ou that chick!”
Finishing my sentence, it was like I said magic words. The chick in Jericho’s hoove died instantly and turned into black clay, him dropping it and screaming. The crowds around us seemed shocked as well, a good portion running away in terror. Jericho speaks, giving me a nasty stare.
“YOU- YOU- 'OU SOWCEWEW! 'OU WEWE DAH ONE AT BABBADOOK, 'OU AM CONTWOWWED BY DEMONS! AND-”
Jericho stops for a moment and come to a realization that I feared he would come to today. He speaks, giving me a nasty stare.
“Those 2 yeaws ago, when 'ou wewe “kidnapped” what weawwy happened to Sawazaw.”
I had no choice, I confess.
“Auwucuw kiwwed him… It was an accident though, I nu did mean it he was goin’ to-”
“MUWDEWAH! GUAWDS GET HIM, FWUFFY KIWWED DAH PWIEST!”
Across the square guards and still panicked people cause chaos, making it so they couldn’t reach me at first. And as I get off the fountain to go back my Scythe glimmers, doing something. A storm of dust begin consuming the square, making it almost impossible for anyone to see, except for me and my followers. I go back and tell them to quickly pack up the shrine, that we need to go fast. Once everything was ready we were prepared to get out of here when I saw Jericho once last time, him unknowingly standing by the dark figure Onyx. Once last time I give a goodbye than we leave HitchVin, Inner Chicago only a single day’s walk away. Fin
Thank you for reading my story! Can’t believe Repentance is almost halfway over, was only a bit ago that I started. I hope to have the final finished in around a week, and of course constructive criticism is appreciated. May you have a good day!