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The farmer who was taking care of the lamb was scared, scared of getting in trouble with the bishops if they ever found out he was keeping the last lamb, he’d be sacrificed. There had been a bounty in every lamb for years now, so when the farmer found the last one, he had to take care of it, after all he was a Shepard, and he needed his flock. He had been making clothes with its wool and selling them for high prices, but had to keep them hidden from those of the old faith, it was so hard to tell if they weren’t from the old faith or not these days, nearly everyone had joined, worshipping the bishops as if they didn’t have blood on their hands and then asked them to sacrifice them later.
The lamb walked over to the farmer, cuddling up to their owner as they knew no one else in this world but him. The farmer gave the lamb pats and then looked over the hill, he saw some people who looked like they were from the old faith walking towards the farm, “Crap,” the farmer muttered, “I better hide you then, don’t want you dying on me now.” He picked up the lamb and hid it inside.
The people from the old faith walked over to the farmer, “Greetings, now we will cut to the chase, the bounty for the lamb as gone up to 50 coins now, of you see any lamb please go to Darkwood and show us the lamb.” One cultist said. He farmer stared at the cultist; he was contemplating turning in the lamb, but he knew deep down that in doing so he’d lose so much to him, he didn’t have many animals so losing one would be a major setback. 50 coins would help him though, most animals went for 5 coins, meaning losing one would gain many.
“I’ll let you know if I find a lamb.” The farmer said. The cultists left, leaving the farmer to wonder what he should do now. He went inside and saw the lamb peacefully sleeping, he couldn’t just betray it just for 50 coins, the lamb was worth so much more then that to him. He gave the lamb some pats before it yawned and then went to sleep, the farmer smiled and then went to go make some food for them lamb and himself. He grabbed some of his berries and made what he called a berry bowl for himself and gave the lamb what he’d call grassy gruel.
Once the lamb woke up, the farmer gave it the grassy gruel to eat. The lamb ate the food, even though it was disgusting, they knew that there wasn’t a lot of food to eat so they ate it happily. The farmer smiled and decided to go to the market, leaving the lamb by itself and taking the little money he had to hopefully buy something that he would need.
He walked out to the market, he kept on seeing wanted signs for the lamb, it had been updated to 50 coins already. He walked over to one of the stalls for food, hoping to buy some berries, cauliflower and pumpkins for his dinner that night. He walked over to the shopkeeper who turned to him in anger, “You need to leave, I only serve those of the old faith, those who go against it are not allowed to buy from me anymore.” they said.
“You joined the old faith?” The farmer asked.
“Yes, it is the correct faith, why? Do you serve the other so-called ‘gods’?” they asked. The farmer shook his head,
“I serve no one but myself, why should I follow someone who can’t offer me safety when I know I can do it myself.” The shopkeeper stared at him.
“You should leave, I cannot serve you unless you follow the old faith.” They whispered. The farmer left the shop, hoping to find one person who could give him food, but it was impossible, everyone had joined the old faith, refusing to serve him.
The farmer went back to his shack, that’s when it finally hit him, he couldn’t sell the clothes he made out of the lamb wool anymore, they would arrest him and would probably sacrifice him. He knew what he would have to do, he’d have to join the old faith and give them the lamb. That night when the lamb was sleeping, the farmer picked it up to take them to it’s fate, death.
The farmer that night made the sacrifice, he went over to Darkwood to give over the lamb, and give his faith to the bishops. Even though he didn’t want to give up his favourite animal, it had no use to him anymore, and it became too dangerous to have them as well. He walked into Darkwood and was immediately met with cultists who pulled out their knifes to kill the farmer, “Wait! Wait! I have the last lamb! Don’t hurt me!’” the farmer yelled. That’s when the whole room when a dark red and someone emerged from a pool of darkness, but this was no ordinary cultist, it was one of the four bishops, Leshy.
Leshy was the god of chaos, his green crown sat above his head showing that it was true, he was the youngest of all the bishops and also the most cocky when it came to fights. Leshy looked like a worm to be honest, a big green worm and even before his eyes were ripped out he was still blind to everything. Leshy attempted to look at the lamb the farmer was holding, it had woken up at this point and looked at him with terror in its eyes. “So it’s true,” Leshy spoke, “The last lamb is real and Clauneck wasn’t just lying to us. We can finally stop the prophecy from coming true and we won’t have to worry anymore.”
“If I may… what was the prophecy?” The farmer asked. Leshy turned to him,
“A lamb would take the red crown once upon our brothers head and not only end the old faith, but set Nar- the one who waits, free.” Leshy sighed. The farmer handed the lamb over and one of the cultists gave him the 50 coins, the farmer thanked the cultist and then looked to Leshy,
“Hey, I was wondering if I would be able to join the old faith and serve under you? I have realised that it would make more sense to stop being a fool and join you instead.” He asked. Leshy nodded his head,
“For what you have done, you may join us, but I need to leave, we have a lamb to sacrifice.” Leshy smiled. He left to go tell his siblings so they could end this prophecy quickly. The farmer looked at his now fellow cultists with a smile on his face. He knew that even though he never wanted for this outcome, he knew it was the safest option now.