A scorpion scrawled its way over the damp walls of a cave.
"The night of the red moon approaches soon."
The scorpion, careful and wary, hid between the cracks of the cave walls as it made its way ahead, its eyes set on a centipede.
"My liege, do we truly have to do this?"
Step after step, the Scorpion crawled up to the thoughtless centipede.
"The words of the ancestors are not to be taken lightly."
The scorpion's tail rose. It was ready to sting the centipede to death.
"But, my liege, it has already been 500 years."
A slither rang out.
"The name of Tantalus Atreus stands on line."
A hiss sounded.
"He will come."
Before the scorpion could sink into the centipede, its feet were taken off the ground. The scorpion could only flail as its body was carried away into the cracks of the walls.
"King Balam will come."
***
It took another two weeks. A day before the start of a new month was when I reached the capital city of Midea.
