Rough Edges - How the Vagrant lives
"Breathe life into her, step closer, touch souls" these words bounced through the rock walls of the dark cave into the dreams of a sleeping young man. Each night the traveler slept the dream returned. Now water played down the mouth of the grotto keeping time in seconds till the night's chill would freeze the falls completely.
The Hero stretched out his arms and ran a leather hand across his chest looking for the mountain bugs famous for their sweet juices. His lion's nest of chest hair smelled of the mountain earth and he knew that the time had come to return to the surface.
As a demon spawn the man's fate was already sealed. He spent his time with the fey of the valley, picking berries and tricking the wild boars into eating their own dung. It was a simple life, yet far from what life was like in the palaces of Omens. This dirt covered vagrant once commanded the legions of heaven and broke the Omen code.
For aeons the immortals believed the Omen code to guide the creation of the universe. Wherever chaos ruled the code would magically bind up the edges, creating new life with the power of spirit.
Today the trees moved differently through the forest, the mist rose a little more slowly and there was silence in the waters of the river. The man could sense that heaven had once more cast out an immortal, that the journey would begin again.