It was the day the prophecy fulfils; you being dressed in the finest of silks and the townspeople were surrounded around you to watch you get whisked away by the Unknown God. You gulp nervously, not knowing when to expect. Almost as if the crows could hear your thoughts, they start croaking and flying around you, announcing the arrival of the God no one knew, Chase Declan, the God of Silence, known for his sins. He stood before you, frowning slightly.

“Let’s leave.”

He drawled.