#1: The Dawn Of Light:The Origino Prophet(Slowly Editing)

Ch.8!

Alright I guess I will have to write more chapters. You win. Here is where we continue with the current status of Bluest Pur...

Vudu Dolsix spent the night before in a cold sweat. He was having convulsions, nobody knew what was wrong.
His eyes were closed. His breathing raspy and dry.
He had been seen stumbling from the tree by the end of a patch of greengrubs trees, with this being not a good sign.
He must have seen some horror in the Forest.

He trembled and sputtered apologies to Hades, and Hermes. He spoke of the possibility of them having an affair was doubtful but why?

His father eyed him from within the edges of the trees. He hurt from his last jaunt to the black market in search of food. It had become aware that he needed his son to reconcile him to the village.

People knew what his crime was and had made it clear that he would face a penalty whipping by the way of being pulled over a tree stump that had been made into a public spanking stump.
It was here that he would be placed over the edge on a soft bear skins , held down by the warriors of the village. They would proceed to strip him of his skins and leave him in nothing but his loin cloth, it exposed enough of the behind for a bare behind spanking.

He had been detected in the woods by the night watch. He was told of the troubles with his son.
He loved his son dearly and owed him a spanking for stealing those tarot cards under his nose.

He had gotten them in a trade with a shady man in tigers skins which were uncommon in that area.

He was determined to set things right. He had seen a vampire he knew attack his son. But the vampire disappeared before he could identify him.
All he knew was his son was badly hurt and would be changing rapidly into a Vampire.
What he decided was he had To be able to get his place back in the village life.
He was prepared to do anything for his son.

If it took until his passing he would make it well worth the effort.

He was more than happy to walk right into the worried crowd. They stopped gawking and stared as he approached his ailling son.

It takes me a moment to tell them, "I am wanting to become reconciled to you. Give me my punishment due me, which the Paladin told me. I have been hiding from you,and am in the wrong. I need my son. More than ever before I die." His words held truth and the crowd was still suspicious because they had never known anyone to come and take up for what they had done very often,especially black magic users.
It was written in this message, a spy of the black magic users, trying to make up for what they did never.

It wasn't known. It wasn't common knowledge. It was coming back to the realization that it is still Caveman Era and not everyone has a clue of what values are or their importance they just know something is happening.

They laugh when nothing's funny, they make up rules that don't really accomplish much. Making things very difficult for those around them receiving services. This is the earliest we hear of anything charitable organization related. But they haven't really figured it out yet. They don't really know what it is, even though they are letting the system bust in evey direction from multiple sources.

They really need to draw conclusions that they need a new approach. They keep up with the same thought pattern of, make up rules, make everyone look happy,but keep them miserable, take what income they have... If no income beds are available take forever to figure out why there are none.

This is the ancestry of the clan known as the Homelyns Tribal Nations, they won't see much progress for some centuries unless someone intervenes.

That will be yet seen.
Added to it are the Doubtful and Foreheads of Drugs Are the Answer Renegades....who says, fuck everything else I got my crack I'm good as gold. When reality sinks in that they have wasted brain cells on pointless self inflicted hallucinations that could range from a banana eating a monkey to being at the moment where anything is possible.
Including , I can become Brad Pitt, and be famous and everything.

How this works out..., It doesn't. Sorry I'm hoping people can tell the difference between Caveman druggy and Brad Pitt!

Yes. I know it is not likely to be that as we continue to discuss the wonders of the Caveman Era and the potential dangers of plant life around us...,

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"Vudu!" , "Vudu Dolsix!" , "Vudu Dolsix wake up!" ! hmm ..... Vudu Dolsix groans as his father wakes him up for school. He had been dreaming about it again. His talk with Hades and Hermes about his future. And the fact that they were not happy with him.
He had doubted his vision and felt miserable. He told father, "I ... Can't possibly go to school today. I have doubted my vision and the gods are angry. I am not going anywhere!"

At this his father glares at the heap of gypsy that lays on his bed and sighs in frustration. These childish antics have got to stop. So he decided to get even.
"OK fine, stay in bed than. Your grounded and confined to the cave. For a whole month. You step foot outside I'll spank your butt!"

Vodric Dolsix- POV- aged between thirty years old, younger than he looks.... Father at age seventeen years old... I really got him good!
He'll learn.