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Bright Sweety Breeze
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Sam reaches the gallery and stands squarely in front of the sigil on the wall. The tapping returns, and with it, Sam’s worries resurface. Regardless, she calms her shaky hand and opens the box. A small beak emerges from within. It opens with a croaky voice that dims the soft light around it.
BEAK?: “Samantha… hello. It is good to rrk speak to you. You, your friends, your nation,,,,,, your future, are in danger. I can… help you. But first, you must… help me.”
SAM: “What? Hold on, who are you? What are you? What kind of danger are you talking about and will you help me? And how do I help you?”
BEAK?: “I have no name… I have been called many things, Samantha, but none,, ring true. In bygone years, I have been hailed as a god.. But, yours is an enlightened era, isn’t it? No gods govern this world, anymore, only philosophies. And, in truth… I am no god. I am but… a teacher and servant.”
The beak clicks a little before continuing.
BEAK?: “The other countries… have their eye on Southshoals, the orphaned nation. They want its riches and… splendour,,, for themselves. And your leaders, Samantha, they are willing to sell. The Prime Minister invites the usurpers in, and the, the Governor turns a blind eye. All other positions in this Government exist to protect those two and allow them to sell out the Crown.
But, I can grant you… the strength to oppose this. The strength to mould this nation into something that pleases you.”
It pauses now, and shivers uncomfortably. It seems sick.
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