Welcome gang. This is the last story in the Harapa saga. I hope you enjoy it.

Crourn

In the ages past, before Thundera, even before Mumm-Ra's existence there was on Third Earth an Evabon named Crourn. Titanic in size, Crourn was the very first Evabon to be taller than six feet. The secret of this height was known only to Evabon but by the time of Gard the secret was known to some who were not Evabon.

Crourn had gained the title "Master of Agriculture" for obvious reasons. He was a peaceful farmer who fathered a war-like son named Sotark. The two did not have much of a relationship. Crourn just kept farming not even showing any interest in Sotark's beast-like nature.

Most of the Crourn just muttered things, never in the trade language but in the only language he knew. He spoke only in the Evabon language and most of what he said was believed to only be gibberish.

"When grey-skins are heroes!"

"When a star becomes a pyramid."

"When a son kills his father with the rib of his father a rib of the father shall kill the son."

Many just viewed Crourn's mutterings as gibberish. In reality they were predictions, predictions of things that had happened, things that that were happening and things that would happen again until the cycle ended.

Crourn was peaceful but his rage was something to behold. It was like a thunderstorm, even Sotark trembled before his rage.

The last thing Crourn felt as he died was rage. And it was because of that rage that Sotark was under the impression of what would happen if he ever destroyed his father's bones and so those bones still existed. Existed to kill Sotark.