“Have mercy O gods of Baweys! Have mercy on your kingdom!!”

Diric, the high priestess, raised her hands and head to the high gods. The foundations of the majestic temple quavered and shook with tremendous force, the whirlwind blew, shutting the iron windows and doors closed. The candles surrounding the altar flickered as the priestess was filled with the spirits of the gods.

“Open ye heavens!!! Hear ye Earth dwellers!!! Today, a child shall be born. It shall hold the reins of this kingdom. Hear me well ye humans!!!! It shall fight evil and tear it apart limb to limb. I say hear ye humans!! Your redemption is here. Your redemptor shall come!!”

She trembled with the force of her vision, her golden tresses flying around and shimmering. Her white priestly vest casted a white glow on the temple as the congregation prayed for mercy.

“Praise be to the gods! Evil shall be overcome,” she cried bowing, her head touching the ground.

The congregation of humans rose and chanted; “Praise to the gods!!!”

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And somewhere on the mountains of Bayaad village, a child was born. Its shrieks were louder than battle cries till it was placed in its mother’s open hands.

“She is so beautiful! What shall thy name it?”

“Astur. For she shall conceal my shame.”

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