When he talked to me, his arms were shaking. His face was gaunt with grief. I had to hold him for a while, to compose his thoughts while he tried making sense of it all. But Jensen something else to say, and he stopped me from quietening him down.
Thus we sat down, and I listened.
He begun, "Never in my life has a mere sacrifice been so significant. But to me - it is everything: because of the amount of effort I put into this. You borrowed us for these little hours, but it all amounted to more than Tarry the amount. You knew what was happening. We always came to your zoo for the beatings. You escorted us - and you knew how hard we were being beaten and the many extra hours we put in because you always escorted us from the safe-haven and to the safe-haven after the beatings."
It was cryptic, but I understood. From ages past, the village chief had practised sorcery, using the villagers as unsuspecting, innate sacrifices for the Moon God. For a pittance of crumbs from His dungeon.
"I was up for this - with much faith in this Village - and thanks to His Exploit - I will have to rethink my dignity in life - because this Village seems to be filled with miserly people without a conscience. Like Him."
He was breaking down into tears, and I comforted him, for I too understood. He should not have registered as a voluntary citizen in Laza.
"Even a kind word seems so hard to get now since you want to keep it private for a greater future of your cult. You think the world only for yourself and your Doppelgängers, and you use the collective force with no guilt. You used the guise of the Church to validate the vanity of this entire comedy - sorry that we all saw through it. We all did -"
In my eyes were a fiery fire that ignited at the Injustice.
"You are powerful, we know that. You with your many sheep, the sheep whom stands guard at the gate, the sheep whom you lock up in pens, the sheep who lock our hearts in pity. But you are the poorest of us all - with your dry, selfish heart. I do hope the repercussions of your Cold will come back to haunt you into having a conscience. You will be remembered for your cowardice - by all of us, and we will come back as legion, as a collective voice - and all who has met you will chant the sins you have committed."
My heart ached with guilt for the Chief - for his Evil had stemmed from an Earlier, more innocent time.
"This fire burns within our hearts, and this light of truth shines upon you like the Sun on a maggot.
And though the truth was buried, it will arise, when you are old and knackly, and it will be remembered."
The words from his mouth disappeared like a wispful sigh and he quickly disappeared into the darkness of the slums.
I knew I had to perform the Anti-Spell to reverse His Curse, but I alas was too young and unable.
It was all for a Better Time.
It was all for a Better Time.
