Prophecy of the Shepherd
I see it clearly. I am a woman, in a dark place. I scavenge the sharp mountains for any leftover flesh or bones to sustain myself. I see a light. It hurts at first but its warmth washes over me. A speckle winged figure comes from the light, telling me I am chosen to be the mother of the new god. I am given a torch of golden flame that never dies. I gather many followers carrying my light. We erect a temple to my light. I tell them of how it was given to me and I am to be mother to our new god of light. I draw the attention of my current god, the god of terrors, Icelus. Our church is destroyed, my light snuffed out and I am thrown in a cold pit. Ages pass and I do not die, nor does my god of light seek to save me. I have been completely abandoned. A voice in the darkness of my pit reaches out. It tells me I can be warm again. I am whisked away, while I am serving a new master, I am not going to be mindlessly controlled ever again. I will keep others warm. I will hold them back from the darkness. They will stay with me. We will be warm, together. “I wish to be safe and warm.”
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