Nestled in the Yorkin Pass, an ancient complex to an unknown god was carved out of tanned stone and mounted thousands of feet in the cool and thinned out air of the Urbanas Mountains. This imposing structure housed the so called Temple of Josea and it faced north to the land of Nain. The holy man and Wade ascended the crumbling and crack ridden steps towards the sanctified temple and they were greeted by a battery of naked soldiers with cocks sheathed in bronze and holding spears of chromium points. The holy man signaled to the soldiers and the men unfastened the doors and ushered Wade inside. Josea the man, flanked by his warriors, was cloaked in royal purple but appeared as no king. He stood contemplatively like a wise sage away from his visitors and the holy man instructed Wade to kneel and he complied.
Returning to his stately form, the prophet looked upon Wade. “Speak,” he ordered him.
“I’m a representative of the Milner Corporation passing through here to meet with the Shepherd,” Wade stated.
“Did you not know that this pass was occupied by the people of Jonny?”
“How was I supposed to know that? You people weren’t here a few years ago. This was a dead land used only by prospectors and foragers passing through.”
Josea nodded. “Aye. But did you not hear the Great One speak? He granted us this land by holy decree.”
“The Great One? You mean Jonny?”
“Aye.”
“I’m sorry but I don’t follow your legends.”
“It’s no legend. He walked among us and blessed the poor and the righteous. He taught us that the reign of the nighthawks will end and that the Kingdom of God will be upon us.”
“Yet he was killed by the nighthawks.”
Josea closed his eyes as if to speak in a trance and he raised his hands to give Wade a mighty revelation. “Jonny revealed to me in his heavenly form that he will return to bring about his kingdom. The destructive power of the nighthawks will be used against his enemies and righteousness will be restored.”
“Yes I’ve heard that one before. So you’re a prophet?”
“So you say.”
“Are prophets always this cagey?”
“It is not upon me to declare myself a prophet. I receive visions and interpret them to the followers.”
“And that’s how you got this temple?”
“It’s for the glorification of Jonny.”
Wade laughed and got off his knees. After dusting off his dirtied trousers, he dropped the pretensions and looked Josea in the eye. “I don’t care what you’re doing here,” he told the prophet. “If you think the nighthawks can’t reach you in these mountains then you’re dead wrong. It’s only a matter of time before the corporations, probably the Shepherd, come through here and take this pass. You can release me or you can kill me. But just know that I won’t be joining this ridiculous circus.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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