“I think he’s waking up.”
“Good. Hopefully he recover-“
Witness snatched his ukulele and began swinging wildly at the prophet and his headless servant. In blind anger, he struck the blue man with his ukulele, the blunt force of the instrument shattered the faceplate of his crown, sending the rest of the fragile helmet into the ground, smashing it into pieces. The prophet flung his javelin into the witnesses chest with deadly precision. The javelin sent him flying, And with a loud thud, the witness was pinned to a wall, a sky blue javelin puncturing through his stomach and through his back. The servant moved in with his spear, preparing to finish the attacker, but was stopped by the prophet.
“What is the meaning of this, I saved your life!”
There was a pause, then the witness began yanking at the javelin, attempting to free himself.
“Don’t try that, dislodging that thing from your stomach will only cause you to bleed out.”
The witness kept pulling.
The prophet sighed.
“I could behead you right now,” the prophet boomed, his tone confident and finalizing.
“But there’s something different about you.”
The witness stopped, not in curiosity or awe, but in defeat.
“That event, it… scrambled your mind. You cant think. You probably aren’t even interpreting these words, but-there’s a chance that something in there is still working. After all you’re alive, just not… breathing…”
He glanced at the mans oxygen system, whirring and clicking as it repaired its fractured structure.
“You see, there was a man that stole the prayers of the worlds. He used the prayers to manipulate thousands. And when he learned there were people who hadn’t prayed before, he was furious. He used them as puppets to try and kill them. But they were bested. He was confronted, fought, and slain. Now, he is dead.
I believe you had prayed quite a bit. So much, in fact, that when he was slain, your mind had so many prayers that the departure of them scrambled your mind.”
The witness reached for his ukulele, but couldn’t grasp it.
The prophet realized this and gently pushed it into reach of the witness.
The witness look up.
He looked back down.
He then yanked the javelin out of his chest, unsticking him from the wall. He grabbed the ukulele, and, taking the prophets words into accountability, stabbed himself in the exact same spot and ran off.
The prophet shook his head and sighed.
“You have much to learn.”
