A regular conversation started from a regular every day occurance when people wished for more in the true eyes of the true faith. The man chatted for hours and hours with the priest, and while the priest discussed imperial and its goals and purposes the monk stood still chatless. While being silent the monk was hastly writting in his book while the priest spoke. After a good three hour of preaching the monk closed the book noded friendly and offered his hand. They shook and the monk was on his way.
The priest had a weird felling after he left. He felt uneased ...
Next thing he noticed it was already evening. Sun way ready to fall behind the great sea of moonglow and night was coming when suddenly a guardsman started to yell that someone got murdered. Versn was surprised at what happened and hastily rushed towards the scene of the accident. There were two other guards at the area of the murder when the cleric aproached the grounds. A female guard was weeping over the dead corpse while the other taller man was silently watching what was happening. The male guardsman noticed Versn aproaching and quickly grabbed him by the arm and yelled:« Sir Dean, why do you have a blody dagger in your hand ! «.
The priest was shocked, he knew nothing of the dagger, why was it there nor why was it colored red in blood. For a long minute the priest stood there half awake. After a short period of time he gently taped the guardsman on his shoulder and muttered in a cold voice:« Do not worry young guardsman, a new world order is coming. « and quickly showed the dagger in his chest. The man screamed of pain while the priest removed his weapon. The weeping guard quickly noticed what was happening and grabbed for her sword but before she noticed her neck was already slit. Blood was oozing out of her wound as she fell down as a rock.
He left the dagger at the corpses and slowly moved away from them, heading for the moonglow moongate. The guards were rushing past the Dean all yelling that someone got killed.
Once closer to the moongate the shouts could be heard no more, the whispers could be listened to no more. »Only the chosen shall await the future !« said the young monk while opening a portal to the unknown.
