Board Thread:Fanon/@comment-24764043-20171110010713

''The ritualist walks toward the edge of the cliff, a child at his side. He gazes downward, studying the pages of an old book before closing it and speaking.''

''“Listen here, my student. My son.You are destined to do great things with the knowledge of those ancient days. The stars foretell it. You have studied the passages endlessly since I passed them on to you in my own teachings. But be careful...” the old man warned.''

His belongings were weathered, his garments torn, and his book closed, under his arm.The ritualist looked out over the edge of the cliff, far into the Ether Plains.

''“And why is that, father? What do you hide within your tablets?” his son asked, eagerly.''

The old ritualist didn’t falter from staring far into the horizon, pulling out a small stone slab.

''“I hide secrets. Secrets I do not even know the answer to yet…” he responded. “I wish that one day you could know…”. He looks down again, reading the markings.''

The ancient ritualist turned to his son again, looking down and gazing deep into his innocence.

''“I sense something dark coming. The old god doesn’t wait for us. But you mustn’t fear him. He does not matter…” he kneels down, putting his arm on his son’s shoulder.''

“But he will return certainly, no? We cannot hide from his gaze forever.” the child uttered back, with a terrified tone.

''The wise man shook his head, with thoughts of longing. Longing that what he knew could be shared, tucking away the moss covered tablet.''

''“What do you hide, father?” the young one questioned again. “Why do you keep this from me?”''

(Passages 1 and 2 out of 4...) 