In the beginning, the world was without shape and lamp. Then, there was no barrier, country or race. And yet, humans felt honoured by the humiliation of their fellow beings. Kings went against kings and kingdoms were put under swords and fire; to conquer, seize power and Occupy more territories. And for this same reason, sacrifices were laid: blood was spilt. Humanity was riled and abused. Empires and flags were raised on the foundation made of the blood and sweat of the vanquished dragons and chicks. Consequently, the little warlock, Desideratus was to be sacrificed for the root of his kingdom, Gaul to stand against all shapes of storms. The question lies in the fate of the little warlock, Desideratus.
Chapter 1 THE QUEST
In the beginning, the world was without shape and lamp. Then, there was no barrier, country or race. And yet, humans felt honoured by the humiliation of their fellow beings. Kings went against kings and kingdoms were put under swords and fire; to conquer, seize power and occupy more territories. And for this same reason, sacrifices were laid: blood was spilt. Humanity was riled and abused. Empires and flags were raised on the foundation made of the blood and sweat of the vanquished dragons and chicks.
At the outset of time when the great kingdom of Gaul was in seed, there once lived a great king called Algernon. King Algernon took the throne in the days of his youth. In those days, the ball suffered a great loss not because of the violence of the beasts in human flesh, but because of the silence of the good ones. King Algernon was no wimp - he gave war when he sought peace; and proposed peace when the world heaved war. And his prestige was slated in the parchment of recollections, and that he ably served the interests of his people.
And now, it came to pass that there was trouble hovering over the land of Gaul. King Algernon rode to the hillside with his three impressive knights to meet with a Fon sibyl of a hundred and four-year-old. And at the heart of a forest, they sensed a waterless figure standing slap-bang in the middle of the path, so they couldn't get past. The king gestured his knights to a pause, and they obeyed; drawing out their swords from the sheaths.
'Here comes the king!' a knight cried out.
The unsightly model swerved over to face the king and his knights. And behold, it was the old sibyl whom the king sought to meet. And her name was Esme. Esme looked slatternly from the top down to her bared sole. The wiggled string of green veins ran all over her bony skeletal hands, clutching a lengthy wand with a round diamond ball atop - a crystal ball. The odour of humanity hung heavily on the magical cape wrapping up her bone-dry frame. She was a Sibyl from Dahomey kingdom in the west savannah of Alkebulan. It was the sea of slavery that brought her to a strange land.
'Salutes to the celestial beings who found me worthy to be their servant; and to the terrestrial spirits that work for me.' she stamped the wand against the earth, looked around; and then halted before her guests. 'And greetings to my lord!'
King Algernon gave a ghost smile while still on his greyish steed. He raised his right hand into the air and the knights sheathed their blades.
'May you live, the wise one!' he responded. 'The nation now lies defenceless, and I have come to seek help.'
Esme, the seer looked into the crystal ball and saw the hidden smoke which gives the king a sleepless night and choked the land. She shrugged vigorously, looking the king squarely in the eyes. "Oh king, listen to the words of prophecy. I see a little star rising from the dark clouds of Lutetia Parisiorum. He shall be the lord of all; both high and low, and the peace of the whole kingdoms is right upon him. And through him, and in him shall the land be fertile to raise your fortress. And the whole kingdoms shall be united."
'But how could this be?' The king asked.
'His blood shall water the seed of your kingdom,' the Sibyl said, 'Go, and search for him before the egg is hatched.'
In the ancient days of Gaul right before the advent of King Algernon into the seat of power, there had been clouds of darkness veiling the kingdom: clouds of tyrannical reigns. And discords between kings within and across the territory. The kingdom was ruined during the reign of Childebert, the son of Hildebrand, who was the first Christian king of Gaul. During his reign, heaven seemed to be on earth, and by his decent traits, he purchased the hearts of his people. But there was only one patch that smudged his good faith - King Childebart always fished for compliments. He could make a drum out of the skin of his mother in order to sound his own praise.
Now the king had decreed that every new arrival that is born a male to age six must be brought to him promptly. And he sent his servants to search the entire village for the star whom the old seer had prophesied. And it came to the reality that the prediction of the past ages took flesh to dwell among men.
The winter crept as nature lay asleep; birds were gone and flowers were gone too. The fields spread bare and bleak was the air. Gold leaves were shed and all thereof the earth seemed dead. While the herds were watching in the frosty midnight, the lightning flashed and distant thunder rolled up. And then, a child was conceived by the power of the word. The word of divination.
And without warning, the rain came down in buckets all through the frigid night. And the hand of heaven clapped. And a shadowy little figure silently strippled from a silhouette into the widow's gloomy home. Suzette, the widow startlingly woke up from a nightmare. She scented a strange being at sight. And when she strained her eyes in the dark room, she could see nothing but a grey shade. Immediately, her heart jumped out of her body and her head swelled as if she had seen a ghost.
'Mother!' a voice called out from the eerie.
Suzette hastily made a fire to see what stood before her; and lo, it was a young child in his four. He looked distinguished and heavenly. When he talks people admired him for he spoke like an elderly man. And the wisdom which he owned was quite beside other wise men. And he was bright among his peers.
Could this be an angel or a lovely demon, all this kept hitting her in the head. And at last, out of compassion, she took the child into her motherly arms. And he was called Desideratus, the warlock of Gaul. Desideratus in a Latin tongue is being translated as "longed for."