Saviour jerked his head as the previously unconscious bodies woke. He opened his mouth wide and dropped them in a heap on the stone floor of the cave. It was remarkably dry, as though the sea water hadn't breached the entrance in days. Little-Hands stood over them and checked General Caisen who was still very much unconscious. She clambered around them and stared into Leo's eyes.
"Hello." She had a thick accent, emphasizing the Ls right from the back of her throat as though she were vomiting.
"Sorry, yes, just a moment of your time," Dim Lane had wild gesturing hands while he talked, brimming with enthusiasm. "It's just that I am an archeologist, and there are some hints in some of my findings that there may be more than one God."
"Shh," The raven was prodded from behind by a disgruntled anteater, so he shuffled closer to Entaru and whispered. "I am aware that you feel the same, what with this shard business. I was just wondering if--"
"Shhhush!"
"Ladies and gentlemen." The High Priestess stepped forward with wings outstretched as she spoke. Her voice was strong, and echoed across the hushed theatre. "We welcome all who gather here today to pay gratitude to Seeker, our protector." Another cheer and applause rose up. "We have lived through and thrived within another year of hardships, and have enjoyed another year of merriment. Most of you have all been good, honest and upstanding people even though new cultures have sprung, new ideas and new differences. It is the Seeker's will that we do not fight difference, but that we may learn from each other."
To the right of the stage, a swan in torn and tattered clothes stumbled and swayed on, heading toward the centre. Murmurs and eyes of the crowd turned to her and watched her move. The Queen turned and her face fell to a perplexed frown. She walked to the swan, arms out, attempting to herd her away in silence while the High Priestess continued.
"I believe that the Seeker has allowed those of very significant difference to come to this theatre. It is not unknown that the Town of the Sh--"
"Nero is coming!" The swan squawked and pushed at the Queen, flapping and twisting past her, eyes wild, body unstable. "The shard will bring death!" She fell to the floor screaming and writhing. "The shadows are in the sky. Seeker will die at the hands of a demon. Run! Run for your lives." She was sprawled on the floor, a twisting mess. The Queen ran to her side and a figure draped in dark robes and hood drifted onto the stage. The red insignia that crawled down its back was clear. It was a Chosen. Murmurs grew, people spoke in alarmed tones.
Up in the seats on the left, beside wide eyed leaders mumbling to each other, Aman S. Mongoste leaned back with a smile. His body shuddered with the slightest chuckle.