Order of silence

In all that excitement to leave, he had failed to realize the time differences of worlds. He has time to be a stronger flyer as the right moment will come to be later. He wasn't exactly leaving the same day as the dream he signed his duty.

Besides there was many things for such follower to complete upon becoming a god seer type by public view. That including the cleaning and decorating the god statue here within the colour cathedral. He has been to it in meditation and prayer before. He dutifully prayed every Sunday towards the statue. Now it were more so to how he shows prayer now.

The statue of the Lord of omens was located in the same courtyard garden of deaths statue at the centre. A universal statue at the centre of the courtyard were the theme or the culture theme of the surrounding statues. The statue along the memorial walls of deaths courtyard were consider mages belief of sub- aspects or allies to death. The bird god of omens was a fitting assumption. The face of crow carriers and the presence of warning before death.

The statue changes very little every festive of change. This festival is 2 months of autumn where the statues are restored, gifted offerings and then honour of blessings over the public is handed out like candy.

This is a feathery cloaked figure whom wears a bird shape mask. Arms circled as wings, the feathers are artfully alive of false movement. Hung around are the many dream catchers, warding charm examples and tied pouches of strange contents. There is a runic claw like scratch at the statues base, that is also a message. Mattu does well to not trigger a message he wasnt ready to receive.

He without magic got on with doing his job, cleaning and fixing the offerings lay around. The message not intended for his eye was about a weapon left here for a hunter of oath to collect. It seems a very silly place as no oath hunter he seen has walked the holy grounds. On inspection of the blade, the vaper that hung about it. It were a item for the follower of death to sort out.

The blade will stay behind the statue of his lord... not wanting someone else to use something they didn't understand. It will be given to the intended oath hunter if he finds them asking about. This is one those times that he knew that he shouldn't be touching something he shouldn't have been able to. Wary of what harm it could be for anyone else. Even the bird god might be harmed if in contact.

He finished the wipe away the last of the moss and was sitting at the base of his lords feet. Not on the message but near. The belt pouch he has own has everything needed for making new wards with. He didn't think hard in making them. They were crafted many times by many of his hands. It were now a blur of just lost medication as he correctly made the wards right.

"Young follower." Mattu peers about the floor of the approached stranger, sort of guessing this was a beyond the living humans type. He finished the tie and hangs the last wood charm to a reachable feather hang. He sits back down as he is and just was a little to direct to stare up to this figure. The stranger was caught off gaurd with the whole staring silence, "May you not blind are you. Well... I came to inform you that a soul of a beyond will be born soon. A person whom will be a great aid of the current princes children... a soul that the ender will be interested in." The Mattu thinks on this information, waiting for some sort of issue, "Mmmm... your not so reactive about the talk of ender. Most timelines are." Thats additional odd to say. They are broken but soul within. The mask with features and clothy body of wounded scars.

"I seem to be given all this information early." Mattu continues to think on why things are so early. He is to young to be a god follower but he is. He is told of the islands destruction. Now that a very important soul is to be born within his lifetime but not soon as he gets the message. He must have a lot to do if all this matters.

In thoughts swimming he stares about the zapper like mist that drips about the shadow. That freaky ill god fear look.

"Is ender a title?" He asked the stranger.

"Oh... you weren't told or know it."

"But you have the same... messy looking for it." The shadow snarls a little in thinking on what this child has said, "The wounded look. Are you a ender but as you said it, another timeline?"

"A different book really."

"Mmm... but the compendium... Well whatever. Is this message yours or for you?" He pointed to the runes. They step up and read it. The mark latched itself to the being. The hung stance of staring blankly. A shook head with looking at Mattu once more. Some slow changing mask poses.

"The sycthe?"

"Oh... I moved it..." Mattu hops down and picks it with gentle care. Giving it to the stanger, "No funny business as the paths hunters say. They do it for everything you know."

"Clever child." The weapon on hold by this shadow was altered through, no absorbed into them, "Welcome to the filter beyond humanity. A world were fear, dead people and strangers like me roam beside humanity's blind spots. You are right... Ender is a title... A duty. Like how gods are a title and a host. Your title whom protects you time is a special type among other enders. It allows us other timespaces from other books to visit. Allows us timespaces to trade and recover from well... giving up on completing our mission." This ender lowers and scruffing Matt's hair, "You quite a famous soul. A important fella in the aid of times like mine. I wanted thank you for you help for several times before."

"You are welcome?" making his head a little less messy, "Good luck sir."

"I know I shouldn't but..." They patter about and removed something, "This crystal is made from tragic events. It collect negative energy to grow. You can save damned from dusting if you allow them to eat it. I heard about what will happen... I recommend that you put it i to something larger to carry when that happens. There is always some somewhere... so it not a big deal for you to have it." This stranger disappeared like that guy whom took the crow. Not the same people but the same method. The crystal is put to a pouch for now. He will heed that growth thing when it matters.

"There a lot of things to do before it all happens." He said out loud with putting thoughts of things together. What he gained from this current king was a divine fated way of making sure he could make this island more ready then ever.

"You have done a fantastic job at cleaning my statue, without magic almost better in a way. I want you to do it that way for now on." His god swoops in and lands on Mattu's arm, "You have never let me down." Mattu tilt in listening as seems folks are nearby. The lord hops about to the shoulder and together they spy about quietly.

"the food was only meant to prevent her. Not be her death bed." This a dark royal from the soon to be son in laws side if the family, "We can't let the possibility of king power mix with the dark pure curse. We all each held that power for a time... and now it is missing and no longer dormant." This conversation is hushed as they listened around. Mattu goes to prayer pose of the statue, the Lord pretending to be a normal bird.

"We need to make sure she isn't going to die from the side affect. The best outcome is her future difficult of having children." These loud talkers are close and walk around the opposite side of the courtyard, "May death no take her ladyship yet. It will spell disaster for the king whom can't produce another heir. His only direct blood daughter." They exit away. Mattu is quick moving with taking a unconventional route around the cathedral. He has no magic to move the statue for the passage way. So it were following instinct with taking a sneak out of the cathedral, through the wasted streets and sneaking about into the Royal commons Hall. This is the royal Palace in the higher levels.

"I guess the talk of royal having trouble of having children wasn't a lie. But if it wasn't us that prewarned them. What would?"

This conversation in the journey through streets and avoiding guards.

"The god fear named Ender. There is many myths surrounding the mysterious being. He is whom collects death when death is gone. He is the soul tome itself, some claim that book biding is his skin and that the pages are the skins of victims. A bringer of times end. A soulless monster." The lord has quiet the bais, "He admits to crimes that have no records of happening. He knows things he shouldn't have. He is one the few I seek answers from most... why is it compelled to break, murder and evidently erase?"

Mattu thinks about this information, parting with the last conversation he had about not trusting it. Lifetimes screwed over by its intervention. A godly power among the beyonders... a broken hurt mask among humans. Does this being have anything to do with why his god is hurt too? Why the title of his God is dead but the host not? Why is that? how? Should the title be alive like the host? No... that doesn't make sense but if twisted about a little... it should.

He needs more time to think more of this issue with more information.

In the meantime, he is to be trained like a nobility gentleman. A full education. He must be present to read the new laws. Make sense of things objectively. Just maybe... making things smoother for the events coming. Its to soon to tell the royals anything. It wouldn't matter now with the princess ill.

"Herbs..." Mattu noted, "My lord... can you guide me to a green world of strange fey."

"There is a place nearby that has what you are looking for. The royal private garden courtyard upstairs." Mattu nods and makes sure he has everything. He pondered on why the door looks so normal sized this time, stood in front of it opened with lingered confuse.

"Ah, the new little lord. Your timing is marvelous." The gentleman is a dark aura with a a wavery... no the skin tone is to perfect for a normal human in the dim light. This gentleman has a shadow. The only oddly noted detail to Mattu's attention is the cloth hiding the hair and most definitely horns. The arm reached forwards is burnt of a tattoo, embedded silver.

"I wish not in no rudeness to not shake your hand. Your another stranger."

"Mmm... the prince said you were odd." The demon eyes flitter about the boy, "Is there something the matter?"

"There always is." Mattu walks past the demon and studying the layout to the royals Palace... the private home of royals. There is a lot of servants running around in the main outer corridors, "Say stranger, is there something wrong with the lady? She wasn't at prayer this morning and her handmaid is also not around."

"Divine knowledge then?"

"A hunch... I am only making sense of the warnings I am informed of." The demon looks directly to the Lord on Mattu's shoulder.

"His well aware of us both. Stop acting Demon lord. I will have you sent home otherwise."

"More like sent to his contractor... going by the oath of silver chains." Mattu added, "You must be someone among the prince's allies. You didn't do anything stupid. A desperate person would ask me if I wanted something."

"You are very weird." The demon bows with showing the way, up another level again and passing into the middle corridors of this home. A donut building of two inner corridors parallel. The outer rooms are either servant rooms or the occasional storage. the middle rooms are the private sleeping or lounge areas and the small most inner rooms are secret. The rumour is that servants that pass the secert rooms are highly trusted or plant food.

"I need to see the plants frist." Mattu tells the demon servant. Whom frozen up very shocked, "They have something for the lady. I just know it. They will understand."

"If you want to be plant food... uh... maybe your god on your shoulder is enough." The demon changes route and takes them through. The most inner corridor is almost a continuous wall of mirror with natural imperfections veined like vines though it. Doors are in set intervals of wrapped metal archways.

Mattu nods to his lord and jumps forward. The two in flight as birds. Landing past the thorns and barrier the fey had made blocking entirely but not reflected mirror light and birds. They both landed upon a tree morph table, mattu bowing to the fey here. The god huffs.

"We know you would think to come here when you heard she is ill. We have the cure to save her life... but we can't cure anything else."

"It was to be... They will manage it... I know they will. It just takes time and to not give up." The fey nods and they sable his bird form of a wood vile.

"We trust you birds... you have served many. You will be whom saves more."

"I guess what seems a secert to normal people is just the evening newspaper for folks like us." Mattu wanted to reuse that that abnormal silver eyes guy said but in translation into mage, "What will happen to you folks when air is sea?"

"We will moved by then those whom stay will adapt to continue protecting the green, as it too is adapting to change. Now go..."

They pointed him to the window and he bows. Flying up to there... a little messy with take off but the god is helpful as always to show how. Mattu keeps strong to mirror, as unused to the movement of flight it is for him. He lands uneasy but loud to the curiosity of someone to open it for him.

"Mattu, your timing is so..." Picked up by the handmaid and brought over to the lady in bed. Totally just ignored the prince whom opens the window.

"The goddess said that a black bird of life will bring me a optimistic opportunity." Mattu hops about with looking about the lavished curtains of the poster point bed. Fit for royals... and...

That cloth is strange... ah. Not all of it is real. There is many hidden masked faces watching. The lady was being watched.

"My little fledging had made a stop with you plant garden. They told us that this will heal your poisoning but... not the damage it causes." She shakily took the vile of wood from the saddle. Mattu nods a lot.

"Life will find its way, my lady." Mattu was quiet whistlely in delivery and she gives her prayer... then down the vile soon following. She drifts in recovering sleep... nothing painful as it maybe been before. She cools down and has a little colour to skin.

"She can't be collected now." Silver eyes announcing to the whole room, "Now scram before I take you all to hell." The cloth curtains looks normal now. The nattered of predicted actions of damned. The prince coming over to his future wife's side... eyes wishing to be faithful to her.

"You truly love her. But the things we do for love are not always favorable." Mattu voices, "This day will be remembered forever by her. Regardless of what happens next and how it turns the waves."

"Your practice of our language needs some work." The prince scanned everything about her, "What was it she had?"

"You wouldn't understand. Not as you are." The lord patters with pointing his follower. Gesture of leave. Mattu understands and follows clumsily. The demon servant appearing at the door, eyeing the sudden situation. Another bow with opening the door for the birds and leave in a more living exit way. The demon lowers and let's both bird hop on. walking them around to the kings study. The king stood to the window watching the courtyard and has view of his daughters window. He can see she is well now, that the fey were right to be trusted. As the demon he summoned had said.

"You seem to continue saving their lives when this land is dying. Each day a part of the islands energy and territory is lost. Whole noble bloodlines collapse among the middle or poverty stricken. The lord of omens has been quiet busy in looking for you Mattu."

Mattu hovers down in human shape to bow. The lord bird landing on Mattu, watching things around.

"The collapse of doorways is just part of a bigger issue that is of not our control. I have sensed things wrong for a long time now. Frist the first day I came, came in tragic circumstances. All these things adding up more and more." Mattu says with certainty until this pause. His silence.

There is thought about the completion of the cathedral of colours may never pass. Its construction still on going. Unfinished towering wall work, let alone the filling of the many gods to be represented. The plastering yet to finish. The fate of the core community seems the hourglass of ticking down. He recognized just how hard it is to say the next part. The king turned away from the window, looking up to the painting above... the one whom nods agreeing.

"Why so soon in delivery of it all?" Matt stands straight.

"Maybe we belonged somewhere else." Mattu ponders, "Yet... I know it is wrong of me to say it. I am still a forgeiner that your son in law brought. If it really is to be washed away... and that of so crows gathering. Maybe this early gives us time to save some of them. Maybe there is stranger doorways in hidden areas of forgein lands. I just can't be certain of everything. My words are meant to be little to a king."

"Your a good lad and clever. You use your clever for good things. I have had folks watching you... the fear was your reaction to magic. But then I find how strange and gifted you are. You ability before being a god follower... that continued good things of regardless." The king has his desk moved to the side by magic. He posed a hand lifting floor boards... Lowers to a box underneath. He waved it all back as it was, "You are to be not just educated of mage affairs. You are to be the backbone of something all kings and queens have hidden from the start of this islands creation. The plan we had been making happen every generation. As warned by darkness many lifetimes ago." The box passed over, "You will be our land purchase maker. You are to see to it that slowly most of the people are safe. You can't tell the next queen and you can not tell anyone else. This is my final order as king." There is sweat and paleness the blossoms from veins of the king.

"Fey magic is a trade." The lord looks to the demon, "You are crafty. You get the soul bargain at the price of switching life force. Of no sweat and blood."

"I was hired for something else. The contract is now yours... but my price is already paid. That is unless you had any additional odd reasons... but your weird... both of you." The demon sighs, "I will inform the servant and prince." Leaving naturally.

"I accept the price... I have trust my lords faith of me. My king, you weren't the only one. I am sure you regret not telling your daughter this. That the demon will have some time to wait for you." Indeed there poured a vaper out from the kings final breath. Forms indeed a damned of the man, "Mmmm... you have a lot to learn as a dead fella now."

Mattu looks to the strange box. He opened it and it turned shape... latched to him like a corest.

"A hunters storage box... Those are illegal among living humans." The lord of omens there to comfort and help the child in the feeling and burden.

"Its a way for someone with no regret to have the powers of a damned. Call it our acceptance of agreement. Twilight has a reason for her chooses. She will be mad at me if I deny her chooses." The goop oozes from the painting, a monsters hand to snatched the soul of the king, "Along you come with your Majesty. Your timeline waits for you return." The long listen, "It will be sorted with time smoothing out wrinkles Your daughter will learn of what you did and why when it matters. When she has matured with 7 children of her blood and the prince. Now come along."

The study open of folks coming in to sort things out. The demon picking up Mattu from the floor. The god sitting on his follower eyeing the demon. Mattu keeps awake as he tries to say something to the prince. He reflects a moment and goes silent. He could not break the kings final order. To keep his mission a secert.

"Leave them to life as more important things are needed to be sorted, your Majesty." The demon spoke in a strange language, "I am hired to be you servant and teacher for all the human laws. I will be you acting mouth off this island."

"We have a lot of work to do then." Mattu sore in note, "And I have to be there for the commons announcement tomorrow."

"It be wise follow the dead wishes..."

"Yes... I can show to be or tell. I shall be the left hand of the next royal blood... the advicer like he title me." Mattu struggles in looking about, "Be hidden like those like me. Hidden in plain sight. That will be how best to make future chooses for now. Take a page from those among dreams and fears. Be present but not there."

"Very good... your lessons of language starts tomorrow morning." The demons pokes a ton of charms long Mattu's necklace, "If you are to keep up, we can be ready sooner. My methods of teaching are unfortunately like my nature." There is that headache returned, made him nauseous with the pain under his skin.

"We shall be practicing magic now." The fade of the royal Palace is replaced by a familiar earthy smell.