Ketovan Motsari was a deacon in the church of the hegemon present in the mountain city of Daro. He was walking along the corridors of the church dormitory. His steps voicing out his tension. He enters a praying hall.
There was a short man in purple and gold-colored robes with a crest of a bishop engraved on his back. Kneeling before a banner his hands joined as he recited some prayer. The banner has a gold and silver fist on a purple background; its edges were lined with black scripts.
" Bishop" Ketovan called as he entered the room his accent a mixture of Spanish and Slavic he moved towards the banner as he bowed his head in a short prayer.
When he raised his head, he saw the bishop smiling at him in a fatherly manner.
" What's the matter child? " He asked, his voice the complete opposite to his soft expression.
" A core of hegemony entered the mortal realms. " Ketovan said.
" So? " The bishop asked, his expression hinting that he knew what was coming next.
" It is very close to us, roughly 500 kilometers from the city" Ketovan said.
" This close to humans? Are you sure child?" The bishop asked as his expression turned into a mix of worry and irritation.
" Yes bishop." Ketovan answered.
Suddenly the room failed dim, a man stood before them. The man was at least twice their height, wearing a plain purple and gold robe with no crest or engraving. His skin was not clear, any person except for some can only see him as an outline of purple and gold light. The clergymen kneeled seeing the person.
" Rise " the man's voice boomed.
Both men raised but kept their heads low, not daring to look up to the man's face.
" It is true, Renald " the man said to the bishop.
" My lord, why do you wish to bless the humans after so many thousands of years? " The bishop asked submissively.
" This is not yours to worry, Renald. It's the young man beside you that should think of this thing." the man spoke eyeing Ketovan.
" My lord, I am ready to take any job you assign me. " Ketovan said Kneeling.
The bishops face turned worried as he spoke again " But my lord. Ketovan is still young, and he only reached soldier rank a month ago ".
" Renald, that's the reason he should be taking care of this job. The young will only grow when they are thrown into situations, they are not ready to face." Saying this the man turned towards Ketovan
" Deacon Ketovan Richard Motsari. I, as your chosen god order you to find the essence or the person who has it and protect it until you can. Please remember to abandon the mission of it threatens your life " the man saying this disappears as Ketovan was engulfed in a sphere of purple and gold light. The room returns to its original state.
As the light fades Ketovan sits on the floor his head in his arms. The bishop approaches his and pats him on the shoulder.
" Congratulations on reaching commander rank level 1, Father Ketovan" the bishop said with an assuring smile.
" So that's The Hegemon. He is softer than I thought he would be." Ketovan said as he stood up.
" History and religion are not to be believed blindly. A clever king in the history books might have been a foolish ruler and a benevolent god in a religious text can be mad god too." The bishop said looking at the banner.
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