Eyes To See (Not Continuing)

The Savour

~Hate~

My father and his friends now are seated on padded thrones. They feast on roasted turkeys, and sip on fine wine. Hate has showered them in gifts for there deeds as followers. They tore pages from an ancient parchment, and used them in a ritual over camp fire. This created a hate-filled disease, covering land, and starting up the purple pillar. Soon the Balance will submit to us, one way or another. For now we capture the City Of Four, and ponder its richest collections. Today we share a four way tie, but tomorrow Hate will rule the square!

"Arise, Wesley, my son." My father put down his wine and commanded me. His black belt with gold spikes now visible. A flashy way to hold up his dark wash jeans. "What are you feeling?"

"Hate." I spit, this is how we greet our fellow followers.

"Towards?" He questions me, this is similar to a; "how are you?" in your ways.

"The Balance. I wish to bring them pain." My long black hair falls into my eyes, but I feel no need to brush it away.

"As you will, my dearest child. Tomorrow you turn 16, and tomorrow I send you to witness the capture of the City Of Four. The Balance's pride. Then we will make our home at the highest peek. We will have a whole city of slaves at our disposal!" My father cheered, and the other three hollered. My dad led the team of the people who sent the disease. Now he will rule, and nobody but Hate can question. Though Hate favours my father anyway, and will probably sit back and watch.

"Thank you, father." And I left the beautiful throne room. Next I was going to pray to Hate, in his temple on Mount Discretion. In front of the altar, where Hate lays his wonderful gifts. It was right in front of the large throne. Everything was decorated in red, the national colour for Hate. After racing up the 100 step stairway to reach the entrance, this is where I kneeled.

"Lord Hate." I call, with a glance to the sky. "My one true God, hear my plead. Hear me plead here at your altar. Made of glistening gold."

"My young child, Wesley. You have the most potential out of all of my children. Why do you call so desperately?" I looked up at the throne to find that Hate had appeared. His light red skin glowing proudly, and a look of trickery across his long face.

"I feel such intense hatred towards the Balance, and now I have a chance to display it. My father has gifted me the chance to witness the capture of the City Of Four, among your solders." I explain. Despite my teachings, I choose to ignore the voice in the back of my mind telling not to trust this dangerous God. . "Now all I require are battle armour, and a blade to use in combat." I bow my head.

"Ah, I see. My great warrior needs great warrior components. Fear not, for I favour your family. Check the altar, and do me proud." Hate disappeared into thin air, and I peeked inside the altar.

What I found was incredible. Magnificent red armour, that was almost blinding when the sun hit it, and a sliver sword. It had a red handle. Thoughts of conquering the Balance settled.

"Wesley, did Hate gift you with those?" I whipped around to find the high priest walking toward me.

"Indeed." I answer. The priest and I are very close. I think of him as a grandfather to me. His white robe and red jewelry blew in the wind hitting the building. I imagined Hate blowing gently on his priest.

"That is the exact armour listed in the tales of the warrior." I remember hearing parts of these tales as a young boy. "A young warrior dressed in glittering red, will pull our empire from the depths of defeat . With his blade of sliver hate, he will plunge the heart and eat away the soul."

"That was for told by Hate?" I ask.

"Yes, and this gift proves that you are the warrior that saves us from the Balance. You are the savour! Let it be known that you will grace the front ranks of battle with Hate over your shoulder! You are the savour!" Lightning flashed and the sky cried tears of fresh, red hate. Wind and breath deceased.

Before long I was dressed in my armour, holding my sliver blade, and standing in the city square. I told the people that the Balance was threatening us. That they were going to kill us all. Then I said that I was going to save them. So what? I exaggerated. At least I got to hear the people chant...

"All hail The Savour! All hail The Savour!"