[LEFT TO GO SEE THE CHICAGO SORECCER]
[WILL BE BACK BEFORE WINTER]
[A note left on the door of a empty Green Roof residence, the people who lived there heading off to see the phenomenon happening]
Making our way out of the Temple District area in the morning, I was still a bit disappointed but emboldened by my new mission. If Yularen didn’t want to see reason we’ll just have to do more convincing, bring in more Puffy believers and Fluffy converts. But I shouldn’t get ahead of myself yet, there was still a thing needing to be done… The new Law, the New Promise, The One saw it was time. Suddenly I hear Saul speak, me so deep inside thought that I didn’t notice him the first time he called.
“Aurucul!”
I turn to look at him, speaking.
“Yes?”
He speaks.
“Are you sure you don’t want to maybe try waiting here for a bit, who knows maybe Yularen could-”
I speak, interrupting Saul. I knew he had a great respect for the High Priest, but it was no use…
“Nu, he won’t. ‘Ou’d hab bettah chance to twy an’ conbince bwind an’ deaf man of Dah One an’ his Pwophets, den of that of an unbewiebah with a hardened heart.”
Saul doesn’t continue and we walk, with him going back to writing. Along the walk we passed by several of the Alter buildings in the area (An Alter being a open aired smoothed stone structure surrounded by four medium sized pillars with a shrine in the center, it similar in use to a Anuian Temple with believers coming to hear Scroll readings) And it just so happened that when we were walking, a Scroll reading was going on with around 2 dozen or so puffies in attendance. I look at everyone and speak, them noticing the Alter as well.
“Gib Auwucuw a moment…”
I spoke to the people of the Alter for about an hour, talking to Sarnaians much more different than fluffies. They knew The One and followed his first Scroll laws, those older and knowledgeable in the faith knowing of the second Prophet prophecy. So during the hour there was a pretty heated talk, a heavy debate that I wished Yularen would have given me last night. Eventually after them seeing my followers, and showing them light from my Scythe most were convinced. Me taking in a few puffy followers while I spoke to the rest, giving vital instruction.
“Go an’ speak at othah Awtews, teww them dah Second Pwophet as come to webeaw dah new waw!”
With that we left, feeling ever more determined. Waling towards the exit of Inner Chicago we stopped at every Sarnaian Alter and Anuian Temple, convincing or converting all of who listen and believe, them either joining us or being sent out to spread the news. And for the first time when coming close to The Garden I had people from afar come to me, them asking if I was the person at HitchVin who caused the storm. I replied yes and told them of The One, them joining me. With that yesterday I entered Inner Chicago a group of about 200, and when I left we were about 1000.
Logistics was now an issue for about a week ago I had only a small group, but now I basically had a small village following me at all times. Suddenly it seemed like all the time I had to multiply out rations, stopping every 30 minutes as either someone’s child was lost in the massive crowd, or an injury, or the many, many, stops to use the bathroom… So with us now nearing back to HitchVin a few days later, I had a system created. A system that I hoped would make getting back to the farm not take take years! Now in the group would be those assigned to overlook groups of about a hundred each, them either being my family or brothers, or elected positions and each would stay about 20 feet apart. And those chosen would give out jobs, some cooking, some to act like guards for us, and others to educate the young and the converts, and would keep everything on track. What few doctors we had would be given a special assignments to travel between groups and check for injury or sickness. After deciding this and talking it over with the others, we spent the remainder of the day having leaders for the dozen groups chosen, and having the first assignments picked out, we were ready.
Entering HitchVin we took an alternate route, I couldn’t risk going back to the fountain and potential guards being there. But it probably mattered not that much, our numbers overwhelmed the streets as we passed. As we were being watched by the people of HitchVin I speak to Saul and David.
“Auwucuw needs 'ou two to do somethin.”
David responds first.
“What is it Aurucul?”
I give my request.
“When Auwucuw am wwitin’ down dah new waw I can not be intewwupted by anyone, fwuffy wequiwe totaw siwence fow it wiww pwobabwy take fwuffy sebewaw days. Make suwe nobody entews!”
Both nod rapidly, with Saul speaking moments later with concern in his voice.
“What about food Prophet… With you not multiplying anything, people will get hungry fast!”
I speak, already having a solution.
“'Ou shaww use dah fawms cwops as nummies.”
“WHAT! But, Aurucul!?”
Saul says, him obviously shocked and hurt by my statement. I speak, keeping firm in my judgement, with David and Evalyn seeming speechless.
“Do not test youw faiff again nao Sauw! dah cwops on dah fawm wiww be used to gib nummies tu bewiebews an’ Auwucuw am suwe Dah One wiww gib 'ou many bwessings in wetuwn.”
With that the conversation ended, me now focused on converting fluffies willing to join us and making it out of the city without causing us or anyone harm. Now when we were approaching the gate of the city, a few dozen fluffies joining us since than. We were blocked at the gate, it being a company of mean looking Talon Knights. There commander I assume looks at a piece of paper than approaches me, his harsh voice hiding a hint of fear.
“Are you Aurucul! The One who caused the incident at the High Temple District?”
Everyone looks at me silently, I speak.
“Yes fwuffy’s name am Auwucuw an’ fwuffy was at dah High Tempwe a few days ago, why?”
He speaks, his yellow feathers seeming to shutter.
“You are to be placed under our custody, you are to return to Inner Chicago for questioning!”
Everyone is shocked when he said that, I speak sounding almost emotionless.
“Auwucuw did not commit any cwime at dah High Tempwe, mewewy spoke. i’d be wise to head back nao…”
The commander stops for a moment, seeming like he was about to grab my Scythe. I speak.
“If 'ou hab any faiff in dah one wetuwn, ‘ou nu wan’ to touch that.”
The commander stops himself, speaking directly to me in a blunt tone.
“What is your feelings of the Emperor and Equestria, say your goals!”
I speak, giving them.
“Auwucuw thinks nothin’ of dah “Empewow” ow his “Empiwe” fwuffy sewbe someone gweatew, who’s domain goes without end.”
The commander qucikly pulls back, speaking to the other Talon Knights.
“LET’S GO… I DON’T FEEL WELL HERE!”
They all leave on Raccoon and we are alone again, David speaks.
“I don’t think that’d be the last we see of them…”
I sigh, speaking.
“Den wet’s go, nu nee’ keepin’ Dah One waitin.”
Saying this we left and began the journey to BabbaDook, than back to the farm. Most of the trip me thinking back to what I said to the commander, that I didn’t care for the Emperor or the Empire. I felt like I should have thought about what I said more… Fin
Thank you for reading my story! I hope to have the next part done in a few days to a week, and of course constructive criticism is appreciated. May you have a good day!