Chosen

"Lacostian", the trees seem whisper as they rustle softly in the winds,
A summer's night sky twinkles as though the very stars would bow to Him

He stands glancing upwards, moonlight bathing His regal face,
A white panther sits next to Him, maintaining gentle grace,

A light breeze blows northwards, displacing a strand of ebon hair,
An ethereal mist surrounds Him, making doubt His presence there,

"My child", he says softly, as He lowers His upward gaze,
"Do you seek an understanding, an answer to My ways?"

"Do you search for hidden meanings, and indulge yourself in history.
"Have you thirsted for information shrouded in great mystery?"

His dark angelic wings unfurl, slowly stretching against the skies.
Again He gazes upwards, as if pondering "What ifs" and "whys"

Briefly His eyes search the stars, but soon He shakes His head,
"I must go dear mortal, but there is much more to be said."

"We will meet again, and I will tell you of legends untold."
"You will feel of My embrace and be welcomed in My fold."

"Until then my child, be patient, and await My urgent call."
"For great mysteries I hold, and I shall reveal them all."


Without another word, He is gone, dispersed to the winds
But the trees are now silent; the leaves are hushed in awe of Him.



This is the promise given to all Chosen of Lacostian. All of His
children are loved by Him and will share in the great mysteries that He
reveals. As many of you know, the Order of the Mysterial Lord was
disbanded long ago and until recently Lord Lacostian kept Himself and
His children recluse, slowly awaiting the time that He felt the basin
was ready for His Mysteries.


It seems that time is now.

The Mysterial Lord is ready to officially reopen His fold. Through me,
He invites all those who are interested in learning and living by His
teachings. If you are truly interested the first step you take will lead
you to His fulcrux where you will find an obsidian tablet that has been
inscribed with the very pillars of His beliefs.


After this please contact me and it will be decided if it is possible
for you to one day be one of the chosen.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Estar, in the year 125 CE.