"I'm way too sober to deal with this." I told no one in particular as I finished writing.
I could not remember most of some books -much to my chagrin, Song of Solomon would not be known to these people, I simply couldn't remember enough of it- But there was a basic outline, Genesis and Exodus were more or less complete -if paraphrased- a decent portion of Judges, Chronicles and Kings were also there, some of the major and minor prophets... The New Testament was in a similar state, with several of the letters mashed together as I could not remember enough of them to make them their own thing.
Revelation being quite abridged -I somehow managed to remember both the first verse of Genesis and the last one of Revelation well enough to put them in as they were in the translation I used to read so long ago, hopefully that will... deter people from altering the text for a century or two-, and the Gospels kinda merged into the same book. Acts was quite paraphrased, but mostly intact as well...
I had the two bundles -I had made three, and decided to keep one for myself- turned into proper books, and gave them to the two men.
Over those three weeks we discussed many things. Apparently most of the discussions in Volantis had ground to a halt by the fact that they didn't know a thing about their new God other than what was on the slightly abridged version ofThe Prince of Egyptthat they got to hear about, and so after a whole lot of crazy ideas were floated (such as human sacrifice, thankfully the idiot who proposed that, according to what I heard, was promptly expelled) they decided to just get someone to Braavos and see if I could... clarify matters.
"So... that happened." I said to no one in particular as the two men finally departed. Viserys was looking at me, then he started laughing. Not too far from them, Annaria approached, laughing as well.
"Gods, I did not think you had it in you to be a Prophet," She said. With a small groan of annoyance I closed the door.
"Ugh, not you too." I grumbled, knowing all too well that neither Annaria, nor Maelio -because surely he already knew- would let that whole mess rest.
"It is hilarious, and I guess now I know what were you praying to. Who knows, perhaps you even got your answer there." Taella chimed in with a massive grin.
"Yeah yeah, whatever, I'll go and actually do some work, because this whole mess forced me to stop what I was doing." Of course, I was working on the next play when Volantis went into chaos,The Trickster of Sevillealthough the ending was... edited, the consequences of it all would caught up to the plucky protagonist in another way after all.
Even if now some peoplemightcatch a little bit of the symbolism behind De Molina's ending, it wasn't worth it.