"Have you ever heard where women dominate men and govern a domain?" I hoist my hands in the air, wherein my left hand palm is exposed and my right hand is holding the tablet.
"Where? Where is the rumored kingdom?" implores the man who shows ardent about asking the place, exclaiming.
"Look over there! Beyond the seas, you can find them hiding…" as I gladly point it out with my unoccupied hand to where the kingdom is situated to be - north of this land, whereas I am basking to view the sun setting on the horizon.
The crowd displays some promise by the looks of it. Joy. Salvation. Love. Are those the ones that await them? Those, for a certainty, are just surmised words from the lips of a ‘fool’ with nothing to prove about himself. I am a ‘Lord’ in a jurisdiction where people support my endeavors and exhort me to lift up others, rebounding them and their lives, upon and from their setting to normalcy. Rev. Amas told that and I am just following his lead. We have the same fate woven by the gods above high. Reverend or Revenant, however he is called, Amas was a preacher and I am in a current fashion also a pastor. He was a ‘Croisian’ priest and I am a ‘Hirililali’ chaplain. He practiced celibacy and I am not - and it is condoned to a priest of Hirililal to conduct a marriage to the people and marriage upon themselves. He was a well-regarded trained priest in the account of those stories he orated upon me and I am a complete self-taught individual relating to the subject of philosophy and philanthropy. Rev. Amas was sponsored by the ‘Croisian’ pope, the head of their faith, and I only support myself through mendicancy. He was a misogynist as I was prior to meeting Lady Anda and 'Hirililal', and as of now, I am a bona-fide ladies' man. He was a proponent of agnatic superiority while I don’t, my belief requires me to intercede those thoughts. It is because Hirililal, before I was converted into one, taught me on how to treat women deserving upon their role in the community. Those disparity are apparent, we may be the same priests of our respective faiths but we do not have the same indulgences we enjoy and the similar tribulations we had faced.
Hirililal prejudices power and influence to the women. Lady Anda reformed those laws a couple of years before. She deemed that a man and a woman are of the equal beings and upon the Croisism and its scriptures of ‘The Beginnings’, chapter two; verses twenty and two to twenty and three. Stating: And from the rib that the Supreme High above had taken from the creature - a man, He made an entity out of the man and brought her to him. And the man said: “This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called ‘woman,’ for out of man she was taken.” Where it implies that man requires the woman and the woman needs also her counterpart vice-versa. Hirililal has taken the path from a pure matriarchy to under the lines of a somehow bigoted-enatic and cognatic alignment. A development which the masses of Hirililal had approved within the cores of Kehina. The decision made by the Queen didn’t receive a backlash, it was celebrated in lieu of it.
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“So say, your well-renowned preacher? Have you set afoot in those lands?” as one of the audience insets - a man, telling if I did encounter such claim.
“Well, yes, my brother!" retorting, in a joyous tone, as right away I shout.
"As I am one of them. Discoursing these words unto you - the words of the dwellers from high above. And not only you will hear these words but also to those who never heard of them.” I elaborate upon him the statement I expatiated, continuing, as I take a huge breath afterwards.
"Do we get-... can we get out of this mess? This wretched destiny? These sufferings?" begging, as the eyes of the man whom I am interacting with say it all otherwise, where those tears cascading from the eyes are so candid.
"That is for a certain-... those claims, I am not sure of, my brother. I am not responsible for the actions you incur and I am solely teaching on how to live a mundane and an honorable life. Apologies." I state it with a clear explanation, as I said it beforehand.
I got the news delivered by the agents of Lord Ameniah. Three of the villages that I went through had been been ransacked. I got the news delivered by the agents of Lord Ameniah. Three of the villages that I went through had been ransacked. My previous voyage was a river away, a bay to be precise. A week's trip was tiresome. And after a week that I left them, Qwyn has fallen with nothing left but ashes and as the scavengers swarm the entire field of carrion. Deea is a four day hike away from Qwyn, a similar occurrence had transpired to Deea. Angande is a couple of days away from Deea, a swampy marshland that turned into a bloody sandpit. All of those three I had converted were sanctified out of the face of this world. Talking about the religious tax. These 'Aslabs' are behaving more like a 'Croisian'; purge here, purge there, purge everywhere.
These people that were perished had nothing to do between this hooligan's propaganda and my project. These words… this might be a caveat but not for me, for those he reckons I had perverted. Bewildering. This ruckus is getting too personal.
"Alright, young lad. Send this missive towards this God damned deranged sadist." in a placated tone, voicing it out soft, as I mutter.
"Who are you talking to, Lord Augur?" baffling, he jerks, as he winces asking where to deliver this parchment written with my sentience.
"The emperor himself…" I stall, where my breath impedes as finding it out of those actions were cruelty and gruesome.
"Fruda the Orc Khan, Ellison the Esteemed from the 'original dwarf genus', Lamentine of the empire of Lamentine (La-men-tin or La-men-tayn), Alec af Hallow, Wünder (Vun-dr) the concurrent co-grand emperor also known as the 'Dextera', ???" he cites all of the emperors inside the grand imperialty scheme of Inglovia's subinfeudation, as he is still listless himself.
"...the one who orchestrated these attacks. And yes, the fool from above, the 'self-declared' whom am I referring to." stopping him, my vex can not suppress it, I sigh out of my annoyance, as in allusion towards the temporal leader of Aslab.
This is not a cat-and-mouse game anymore; Llewellyn McDylan (son of Dylan), first of your name - TŷLlewellyn (of the Llewellyn Clan). I am pursuing you down instead. I will plague your core festering you with my people. As with the roles reversed, you the mouse and I am the chaser.