2021 Event Daily Prompts

Still straying to process the previous day’s events, Angus had found himself making his way towards the shrine shortly after sunrise.  He hadn't slept well, having tossed and turned throughout the night. He hoped the Scribe would take his mind off things, and maybe he'd have the opportunity to further inspect the area. When he arrived he hadn't expected there to be a crowd, and he contemplated simply returning back to the castle. He tried to ignore the feeling, but he couldn't help but feel on edge with so many others around.

The Scribe spoke of a 'peace-maker' warrior, although Angus felt as though she was leaving out a few details. How exactly could a fighter be a peace-maker? He thought as he left. He wasn't sure who to ask, having barely spoken to anybody outside of the occasional 'hello'. He didn't really want to have to ask around, dreading the awkward response if they didn't know and dreading the response if they did know. What if he gets stuck with someone who drones on and on and on? Angus couldn't think of a worse fate. Death by socialising. He shuddered.

Logic said that the legend was too obscure for most to know of it. Asking about likely would get him nowhere. No, he needed to find someone knowledgeable. The castle's main study had a history section full of old scrolls; however they were off limits, being too old to be handled without getting damaged. He figured there must be an archivist responsible for the scrolls, and decided to go find them.

The archivist wasn't too difficult to find, being stationed behind a large pile of old books. She was a frail looking fox, not old but simply fragile in appearance. She seemed to shiver as she looked over an old scroll, gloved paws brushing over the sun-worn paper. In her other paw was a dainty looking magnifying glass with tiny unreadable symbol carved onto the handle. Angus approached her slowly, trying not to startle her.

"H-hello-" The fox cut him off before he could say anything else.

"I do not know of an ancient warrior, if that if why you seek me." She stated in a surprisingly firm tone.

"How did you know I was here about that?" Angus asked curiously. Maybe she could read minds.

The fox chuckled. "I can't read minds, don't worry. There's just been many of you all asking me about this legend all of a sudden. Do you know how many have visited me within the last hour?" She inquired.

Angus shifted slightly on the spot. Even if the lady claimed she couldn't read minds she certainly seemed to be doing so. "I don't know."

"14 lions, 12 cats, 4 foxes and 2 hyenas! All chattering on about the same nonsense!" The fox stated in an irritated tone. "There never was a warrior, as far as I know of.”

Angus pushed on, convinced there must be more to discover. "Do you know of any tales from that time?"

The fox looked thoughtful as she placed her magnifying glass down on the table. "Hmm. I do know of a story from around that time, but it is about a simple farmer. He stopped his two friends from fighting over something petty. The tale seems to originate from much earlier however, but it was only written down hundreds of years later. The story could have changed a lot over the years."

The archivist was speaking as though she had heard those stories in the past herself, and for a split second Angus believed she had. He snapped back to reality a few seconds later, logic telling him this fox was far too young to have been there herself. She must have simply been referring to her research. She was an archivist after all, she must have spent a while studying the scrolls and the stories they told.

Content with the knowledge he had gained, Angus thanked the archivist and decided to head back to the Scribe to report on his newfound knowledge. He ignored the back of his mind screaming that a bunch of other people must have already told her as he returned to the shrine.