Only two days into our trek did we encounter a problem. Minor at the time yet we all knew at that moment the truth was that it could start to become more dire if left unattended. A couple of the cattle died over night. That they died in truth was not the actual truth though it was what we told the others of our caravan to keep them all from worrying. In truth 10 heads of cattle had been found throats slit drained of blood and their hearts and livers removed as if removed by a precise hand. knowledge of such precision would spread until fear and panic took ahold of all. And so we kept the secret. The secret that amid our midst we might be seeing a resurgence of a long thought dead cult. The cult of the Forked Serpents. Wicked in their ways. Emotionless and ruthless they had toppled civilizations eons past before being wiped out. Or so we thought until now. For the signs were clear in the kills and the blood beside each head of cattle depicted Forked Serpents devouring man with the words "Beware The Serpents Heralds Arise Anew. Our Time Is Come."
