The Lightbringer

The speech of Haven Port, documented by lightscribe Clarus the True.

He took to the steps before the irritated masses; the prophet of the before. He, the bringer of divinity; risen king of temples; priest of the hidden titan; the Son of Light. With a smile of a thousand suns attention was his and his alone, so he spoke thusly:

“I wish to show myself to you all, simply to let you see the intention I hold within. I can no longer bear watching you suffer under the darkness that walk these lands and whisper horrid words into the ears of your children. I have touched the dark; a knife reaching into my heart; poison flooding my senses. I stood on the edge of time, sat in the ruins of passing years. But worry not, for I saw what darkness feared most.”

The walker of death and time extended his arms and Light shone, basking the city in holy warmth.

“I can promise you sanctuary, if you so choose. There is no need for you to serve on your knees and be lost in the dark. Simply take a moment, tell me what you see. You must understand that I want to be your Light! An agent of wealth and carrier of needs.”

With smooth motions of dance the kingly priest wove a protecting dome, extending from city wall to city wall, brilliant.

“I am your anger. I am your guilt. I am your need. Stop looking up to ideals set by the ones who let darkness prowl our city’s wondrous alleyways. I am your love. I am your trust. I am here.”

Protection settled, the city now stood upon holy ground.

“My wish is for you all to get the chance to feel the Light upon your skin, without worrying about the shape of your shadow. I am your Son of Light! So great was the gift given to me by the Gods of old. Stand strong, brothers and sisters! VOAK-AX-ODE ODE-GAR-AX DEUS-HTAR-AZMO!”

Light guide our way.