I should be outside. It is a beautiful day. And I even
sprained my finger so it is hard to type. And don’t ask me why. Clumsy is part
of my personae so please leave it at that.
And if you remember the rules you know I never look back, I
just type from where I left off from memory. And since it has been awhile, I
will just pick up where I think I left off.
I thought about going back and finding the bits and pieces
and copying them onto this document and then going from there, yet I if did
that I would end up rereading and that breaks the rule.
And if things go well, I will go outside in a bit. Or
otherwise I have to figure out what to eat for lunch and as all us first
worlders know, what to eat is such a headache.
So without further procrastination, here we go.
Oops, I started writing and realized I had no idea at all
where I left off. Usually I write the story consistently enough I have a vague
idea, not this time. So the rule has
been broken, but I just read the last few paragraphs so will go from there. The
remaining rules I apply I am just going from the last couple of paragraphs.
So without any more procrastination, here we go.
The mortal stood paralyzed, still trying to decide if he
should run. Was his mind playing tricks?
The bird appeared confused. It began to meander over to the
mortal. Again speaking and asked: what are you doing here?
The mortal’s flight or fight response system was failing
badly. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think, couldn’t respond to the question, he
just couldn’t function. It isn’t every day you climb to the land of the Gods
and see a talking bird, yet somewhere deep he knew he had to react and react
quickly. The bird was approaching, slowly yes, but approaching.
The bird stopped sensing the mortal’s fear and inability to
react.
Did the bird just smile thought the mortal?
The bird stopped asked if he was okay. What thought the man?
Did he just ask me if I am okay?
In his head, he screamed no. His voice quivered and he
stammered some noise. The bird squawked
mildly. And then asked are you okay.
The mortal still frozen still, still stammering stared
straight at the bird. Still unable to move, unable to speak still, his brain
began to work just staring at the bird. The concentration of just staring
interrupted his fear enough for his brain to start to function. He slowly
started to back away never taking his eyes off the bird.
The bird realizing the mortal was beginning to come around,
said do not run away. I am not here to hurt you. I am just shocked to see a mortal
up here in the high ground.
The mortal realized the bird lived with the Gods and maybe
knew the Gods. His past curiosity and need to find a sword began to filter
thoughts into his brain. He thought maybe the bird can help him. He didn’t know
if he could trust the bird though.
The bird sensed the doubt and confusion, asked again how are
you doing.
The mortal finally said without thinking scared. The bird nodded
in acknowledgement and I said I understand. Is this your first time in the high
ground.
The mortal didn’t know how to answer. Should he tell the
truth? He blurted no.
The bird laughed and asked when.
The mortal just blurted everything out that had happened to
him over the last few days, the sword fight, his friend not being interested, what
the Priest said and wanted, a sword from one of the Gods.
The bird had been able to walk closer to the mortal as he
spoke and was within a few feet when the mortal said sword from the Gods. To
the mortal the resulting screeching was absolutely terrifying, he froze again.
After the screeching died down, the bird seemed in very good humor, “the Gods” he
bellowed. The Gods!?!?!?!?! He screeched again.
Then the mortal realized the screeching was the bird
laughing hysterically.
The bird tells the mortal, what makes you think the high ground
people are Gods.
The mortal tells the history of his people that from time
immortal the Gods from the mountains were the rulers of his people. The bird
clarified them as the valley mortals. The mortal wanted to ask what he meant,
yet just couldn’t stop talking until after telling the bird of his entire
history and world, he just stopped and stared at the bird. The mortal had probably
been speaking for what was it a couple of hours. He had just gone on and on.
The bird said I can get you a sword, but it is not of the
Gods, it is just of the high ground people. The high ground people had moved
away from the valley so long ago no one remembered, but they are related to
you. The bird went on to say, to call them Gods is laughable.
The mortal stammered, but what about the Priests. The bird
answered what about them. The bird then discussed the history of the high
ground people. They were just like the mortal well without the Priests.
The bird thought it was funny that the only difference was
the fact the valley people had Gods and the high ground people didn’t.
Otherwise their lives were the same.
It did make the bird think. You know you and your people are
so much more civilized than the high ground people because of your belief in
the Gods. Maybe we shouldn’t tell anyone.
So what should I do asks the mortal. The birds suggests he
take a sword of one of the high ground people to the priest, but instead of
saying it was from a dead God, but it was a gift. The priests should build a
new temple on the plains with the sword as a center piece. He told the mortal
to tell the Priests they need to bring the people back to the temples and begin
worshipping the Gods again.
So the mortal did just that. He helped the Priests re engage
the people with a completely fabricated story about the Gods. He told the Priests
they need to quit being merchants, quietly of course, and to go back to the
temples and preach what it meant to be a good person and how to worship the
Gods, yet never telling them of his meeting with the bird.
He held up the sword from the high ground people claiming it
was a gift as instructed. Many asked him about his adventure on the mountain.
He told them they were not to go up there like he did. People balked why not us
if you. He let them know, he was instructed by the Gods to go up there, he just
didn’t know he was told to go up there and they gave him the sword to proof he
had gone. They wanted him to bring back the temples since they had fallen in
disrepair and that is the end of him being with the Gods.
They asked him for more proof of his being the only mortal
to go. He pointed up. Everyone looked and he said that is the new guardian of
the mountain and he will swoop down on anyone that attempts to climb. On cue
the bird squawked loudly and menacingly.
Everyone including the Priests believed and the people of
the valley for generations to come worshipped the Gods and did well for each
other.
Well until one day when it had been years since anyone had
seen the bird, the temples were in disrepair and one young mortal got curious.
The End
And on a side note, MTG and Donald Trump in a feud. What
craziness await us now?
And I am finally getting outside here at the last minute to
grill dinner.
Cheers
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