Snippet #2267311

Ororot wasted little time gathering his few “essentials” and other various knickknacks and doohickeys. Then he was off, emerging from a brush covered hill and into a dense part of the forest. From there he headed west, towards the nearest road. It just so happened that this road was also the only road that ran directly to Aianaten from the boarder without bisecting through any towns or villages. In his vision he saw the one shrouded in light and the one shrouded in both light and dark walking down a path. Nothing blocked their path, and then his vision showed him Aianaten. It wasn't much, but he took it as if it had meant this road. And if not, may Aia help him.

As for the part of his vision where Aianaten was burning… well he wouldn't wish for harm to come to the commoners, for they are helpless, seeking protection from the only good soul willing to offer it; Amaya. But for those of the council that would deny his divinity as prophet… Aia, save them, because he sure didn't intend to. Ever since the first council had banished and denounced him he had harbored an ill will towards them. As for Amaya, he held no grudge against her, for, sadly that day she wasn't in attendance and therefore couldn't voice her opinion.