Muhammadan

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~-The*Man*Who*Heard*Morighean-~ Written by Father Henrich Douglas Snow fell from the heavens, slowly and softly stopping at the ground. The old, dirty building which he had lived with his wife and son for many years, was slowly tearing apart. This poor, nearly dead family was coming to an end. The money was gone, all of it, and so was the food. They had nothing to sell, nor nothing to even buy a loaf of bread. As the sun came down, another dark, painful day, Godwin, the son of his near-to-death father decided it was time to act. At the dead of night, he left the house, taking whatever was left for his small journey where he would walk upon the City of Ildon and steel from within the city walls in order to supply his family so they would not die out. Upon his journey, it was faced to a stop. He took the wrong road, which led to a dead end, but he only continued to walk until there was nothing around him but darkness. The howling wind surrounded him, as he looked around in panic, afraid. As he stared into the dark, black area ahead, he heard something, a whisper. As he turned around, he saw what seemed to be a women, a women who was formed by the dark mist. The women spoke to him, as he tried to move, he couldn’t. A powerful force around his body prevented him to move even an inch from where he stood. His breathed deepened, finding it hard to hear the Mistress. But as it began, it stopped. He stood there, like a non-living body, simply standing. Now, he could hear her. She spoke loud and clearly, as he it echoed through the forest. She said; “Hear me Godwin, for hear your shall. Your family is dying, and you will aswell. If you hear my words of wisdom, perhaps you may live. But for your family, they will die in the deep dark woods. You will go to Ildon, give me name. You will swear your life to me, eternal life you shall gain. I will bless you, as you worship me, become a priest, in my domain. You will become wealthy, perhaps wealthiest of all. Do this for me, and I shall do this for you. “ As she faded, the world before him began to dissolve. He fell, in a deep black endless pit as if. Though, all pits have an end, so did this one. He landed upon the busy streets of Ildon, now day instead of night. He remembered what she told him, and knew who she was. She was Morighean, one of the three. One of the God’s. Now, because he knew what she was, he had no choice but to obey. Later that day, he met with the Archfather of that time, who agreed upon him becoming a Son of Faith. This, gave him a bed to sleep in, food, and warmth. He was studded, as all are followers of the faith, his middle finger studded with a star. This symbolized his devotion to Morighean. As the days went past, he did many tasks for the Archfather, which ended with him learning something. The days turned to years, reaching his fatherhood. Now, as a father, he realized Morighean wanted her to be heard. Wanted everyone to kneel to her- or at least, is what he thought. So he plotted, yes. He plotted to kill tthe old Archfather. He plotted for years, but he knew if he was killed sooner, he would surely not get the title. He waited, waited until he was going to surely get it. When the moon shined over the city, he snuck into the Archfather’s chambers with an old, dull knife. He thought, if he was killed with such a blade, the nobles would think he was killed by a poor man. So, he covered his mouth, allowing him not to scream and yell and slowly sliced his neck open. The next day, he was proclaimed the Archfather. Now, as the corrupted, zealous Archfather was born, he decided to take action. Action against those who despised him. He hired many assassins to kill, yet he was remained unfound. Perhaps it was because Morighean chose so, or because of sheer luck. He collected large amounts of gold from scamming nobles, saying that if you ‘bought’ holy site, you will be blessed with mass amounts of glory in the future. Foolish as nobles were, only wanting to spread their Clan’s names. As Morighean promised, he became full of wealth. Though, he did not fully follow Morighean’s command, to spread her name. As he became Archfather, he only became full of greed and lust of gold, that he simply forgot. Morighean grew tired of it, so she decided to come back down to the land and show him what it means to betray her. She reformed upon the land, deciding she will make people know what happens when you betray a God. Godwin was taking a journey through the Adunian Isle, accompanied by four bodyguards, all mounted. As the sun came to an end, they still traveled, deciding they were almost at the next village. As they rode, the howling winds returned, however not normal ones.. Rickard remembered these ones, from the night he spoke to Morighean. Before he could react, they stopped. Like lifeless bodies, just standing there, the same as that one night. A loud, screech was heard through the Isle, as she manipulated the minds of the men and women that populated the Adunian Isles. She made them see, this. She made all of them see this dreadful event. Now, smoke entered the bodies of the men surrounding them, he could do nothing but watch, as did all the other Adunian’s of the Isle. The smoke filled their lungs, as they slowly ceased their breathe which they could not feel even breathing. They stood there, not moving, though instead of alive, now dead. She then walked up to him, beside his horse, nothing but his eyes moving as slowly, and painfully, his limbs were removed from his body, ripped from his torso. Seconds later, the screech returned as she vanished, and the Adunian’s returned to reality. Moments of silence between them, before they began to go on again. Most however chose to forget the horrifying site, others on the other hand, chose to remember. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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