THE PRIEST AND THE PREDICTION
"The waves are still rising," the disappointment hung like a noose around the medium's neck, "You have failed me, and Yakot once again." Queen Dekasu turned her slaying glare away from the liquefying priest and looked out of a nearby arrow-slit in the walls of the Dread Citadel, watching the white-crested waves washed waist-high water within the wharves of Yakot's rebuilt harbor. Her raven-black hair caught the torchlight, and it flashed scarlet, the hidden fire traced to the Unspeakable King himself as she brooded over the might of "Kagaia takruza".
The medium was unable to speak, still fixated with the rage of her glare. He fell to his knees as he made a dismissive gesture, and two of her Tahe begun dragging him out.
"Fisofi..."
"What?" The queen whirled about as the Medium entered his spiritual convulsions, his back nearly breaking as his muscles strained to accept the spirit entering the physical. Will it be the spirit of he Dread Citadel, or something else?
The medium coughed in a deep voice, and the queen gasped. No. It cannot be. It is impossible to channel a Selasi, and if it was, not of that...
"This place is newer than I expected. As well as covered with fewer bloodstains." remarked the medium, clearly channeling the soul of the one and only.
Dekasu prostrated herself, "Great Unspeakable King, you have returned to us for a moment. Shall you offer us your wisdom?"
"HAHAHAHAHA" the booming laughter forced its way out of the medium's spindly body, blood droplets from his aching lungs spewing into the air. "I offer nothing, your highness" he called with his deep, smooth voice, "but instead, I have returned to rule, if but for a day. And you shall command in my name as long as you live."
"It shall be an honor!"
"Know this. Nogaia is being attacked by Kagaia, her son, for she have allowed the Fisofi to thrive on her body. And so Kagaia shall smite the land, and crash his waves into the Fisofi coast even as his wind rapes the Fisofi women.
Unfortunately, true Nagaia like yourself shall also suffer. Except, not quite.
You see, there is one way to survive, and indeed, thrive from this crisis."
"What, my lord?"
"Sacrifice your firstborn son to Kagaia, and listen to my every command carefully. This body will die in less than a day, my apprentice, and until it does you must learn the craft to rule in my stead."
"I shall be your shadow, if you but show me the way. GUARDS! Find my worthless son Karos and bring him to the sacraficial altar!"
"You shall be more, if you but learn. And Guards, bring a fork along with you. I have not tasted the flesh of a long man in far too long."