[Come to halfway point at twilight, Aurucul isn’t just the only one who can speak to The One]
[A note left at the outskirts of Windmer farm, the tent it was left at being primarily occupied by fluffies]
[Pov Aurucul]
As I walked out of the forest I saw people already coming up to me, I had them, I had the scrolls… There were about 5 scrolls of the New Promise in total, each on giving laws on different parts of life. The first Scroll Kin’der was about general relationships, laws regarding prohibitions on foods and drinks, and a day of the week for holy gatherings (That day Bedren being Monday) The second scroll Opaline was about business dealings and work life, the shortest scroll of the 5 (Notable verses are an interest cap on money lending, and that all businesses must be closed on Bedren (Exemptions for those who work in essential fields)) The Third Scroll Thum went over Laws for Temple Alters (A new name for religious structures) and how to Dress (Temple Alters are to be assigned a Priest who would act in similar fashion to how the Anuian’s do it, clothing is to be worn with modesty) The Fourth Scroll Sebat dealt with more complex relationships (Students are to obey their teacher or face the punishment of 10 floggings (5 if the Student is under the age of 2) And that employers must pay a fair wages to there workers, and if they are caught not paying full dues they are to be brought out and flogged 25 times individually for each employee they lied to) And finally the fifth Scroll Ruben, detailing the laws for heads of state and our faith (Do not order the deaths of those of other faiths for it is murder and they can still see the light, and a new structuring system based on running a religion for the Earth adding several ranks and procedures) The crowd had grown larger, and I saw Saul, Samuel and Lip approach me. Saul speaks, him overwhelmed by happiness.
“Your- Your- You’re back!”
I speak smiling.
“It took a bit wongah den Auwucuw thought, buh am hewe.”
For the next few hours I read the laws to everyone, reuniting with my Family and brothers and enjoying the celebration. Now nearing sunset I finish the final verse of Ruben, having a loud clear voice.
"May these waws gobewn ‘ou fowebew, gib ‘ou pwepawation fo’ ebewwastin’ wife in my Kingdom. Gwowy be.
I finish with everyone still in silence, The One’s New Promise had been delivered. After a moment I speak, clearing my voice.
“Auwucuw am goin’ to nee’ some of 'ou to get some wood, dah one has instwucted me in dah cweation of dah bocks to howd dah scwowws.”
Instantly I saw about 2 dozen or so people go and volunteer, heading towards the forest. I speak.
"Fank ou… Nao wet’s fowwow these waws wiff aww of ouw heawt. "
Making my deeper inside the farm everyone had surrounded me, it almost hard to move. Samuel speaks sounding curious, him barely fitting through.
“What do we do nao Auwucuw?”
I speak.
“Fo’ nao we stay at dah Fawm, buiwd it up into a pwopah town. I hab pwans fo’ spwin’ Auwucuw wants to go obew, buh it must wait untiw aftah Isaac am bown.”
With that we all made it back to the house, I waiting for the wood.
About 20 minutes later I spending most of it with Evalyn and Windmer, the volunteers had returned with more than enough wood. I speak to them, showing gratitude.
“Fank ‘ou fo’ dis, ‘ou may nao go an’ west.”
Using my Scythe I begin press it against the wood, golden light shining out of it. A few seconds later what was once wood had transformed, becoming something greater. What was now infront of us was a rectangular fine oak wood box, with a large horizontal dark blue line going around the entire thing. And on it’s top were two limestone statues of angels, one puffy and the other fluffy, bronze handles on the sides of the box to carry it. I walk toward it and open the box the inside empty, I look up and speak.
“Dis shaww be dah Vessew of dah Howy Pwomise, tweat it as an howy object fwom Heaben.”
I gently put the scrolls in and close it, looking over to my Inner Circle and speaking.
“Speak to me if ‘ou wan’ to see dah scwowws to make copies, once dah entiwe second scwoww am compweted it shaww be put in hewe to.”
Looking at the crowd I notice about half of them were gone, the other half staying. And strangely most if not all of the volunteers had not left, there faces giving looks of what seemed to be concern and nervousness. One of them walks up and speaks, his voice low.
“Pwophet we saw somethin’ in dah fowest, we think ‘ou nee’ to know it…”
Now a tad concerned I walk closer to them, speaking.
“What?”
Another volunteer blurts it out.
“There’s people in the forest burning something, our own people! Smoke rising in the air, a small crowd gathered at…”
I now felt slightly frustrated, what was it!? I speak.
“What am it!?”
The volunteer finally gets a grip and speaks.
“A statue! A statue of some sort of puffy, I didn’t get a good look at it…”
I felt something deep borrow inside my chest, a sort of dread. I speak looking at my Inner Circle and the volunteers.
“Wead me to it, an’ bwin’ dah Vessew of dah Howy Pwomise.”
Walking down the exit trail, me, Saul, Samuel, David, Muddy, Lip, Windmer and about 40 followers looked for this “Statue” 4 volunteers not far behind us carrying the Vessel in all it’s glory. I speak, a tone of growing anger in my voice.
“Dis bettah not be what Auwucuw thinks it am… Not dis wite aftah Dah One giben 'ou these waws.”
I can begin to see the smoke in the distance, faint but still there. Saul speaks to me, as we enter the thick forest.
“Prophet what are we to if… Y’know things get violent?”
I speak reassurances.
“Auwucuw knows dey won’t, dey wiww hab nu powah obah us. An’ aftah dey wiww face dah fuww consequences of dah waw…”
We make it to what the volunteers were talking about, it worse than I thought.
This “religious” place had around 20 fluffies in it all of them I thought were with us, and they were all bowing in a circular pattern, with what was in the center a monstrosity. Sat at the center with even a hooded priest by it’s side was a smooth stoned statue of a puffy griffon in fine robes sitting with a stoic expression, below him was two other fine sitting statues both of fluffies I recognized instantly Anu & Nova, Chiseled text was written at the base of the statue. [THE SUPREME ONE & THE TWO LOWER DIVINES ANU AND NOVA] After a few seconds of dead silence, with both us and these idol worshipers looking at each other I speak, nearly dropping my Scythe.
“'Ou hab nu idea what 'ou hab just done… 'ou made an image of Dah One, wowshiped fawse gods! YOU-”
The Priest at the statue dropped his hood, revealing a smug looking unicorn with a baby blue coat and black mane. He interrupts me, walking near.
“Oh Pwophet 'ou’be wetuwned? Weww in case 'ou nu did know, 'ou awen’t dah onwy one who can speak to Dah One. I Hiwcin hab awso been giben webewations, am a equaw to 'ou.”
He looks over to his followers and smiles, speaking to them.
“Soon my peopwe, Dah One wiww webeaw his name to me. He am dah supweme an’ dah othah gods am his wessah natuwes.”
Pure blasphemy… My hooves were shaking as this son of Onyx spoke, I pointing and speaking to him.
“‘Ou fawse one am goin’ to be put to death, weadin’ Dah One’s peopwe astway.”
Hircin looks at me like I insulted him, and just than I hear his voice coming from my Scythe as it glows.
“Alloweth thy to maketh example”
Than just like that the Scythe stops glowing and an even greater light comes from behind me. I turn to see the vessel glow as bright as the sun and shoot out a beam of energy, it hitting the statue and shattering it into a million pieces. Hircin and the other false believers let out screams of terror, than ones of extreme pain as more bolts of energy come out and hit all of their foreheads. What was left was The One’s justice, on there foreheads was a T marking burned in, the mark of a Traitor. Hircin falling back in a terrified state speaks to his anguished “flock” screaming out.
“WET’S GET OUT HEWE BEFOWE DEY KIWW US!”
They all run out and we do not chase them, The One having serving them justice. Now turning back to head home it looked as though Saul was going to speak, but the moment he saw my face he knew. I speak, taking a deep breath.
“What was supposed to be a day of cewebwation has been wuined. Wet’s wetuwn nao, we nu can wet any othah fawse teachews in ouw sites.” Fin
Thank you for reading my story! I hope to 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!