In a cheap, rented, appartment. There was a man, confused while looking at a book written by his own hands, but not of his mind's commands.
It was a paperback book kept together with string, him not being able to pay for a proper hardcover to be made, though his god would've rather had it so.
It had been written by Quytza, the god he was a priest to, through his body with his skill [Divine conduit] being the strings.
He read the words splayed on the cover 'Celestial optic', it told him basically nothing, but the first page did; A drawing scribbled by one of manic inclination.
If he looked closely, he could see an eye ball in the centre, looking down at what seemed to be a landscape. Due to the lack of colour, he couldn't tell if it was night or day, but he had a good guess 'The eye of the moon?'
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Quytza affirms though cautions you against reading.
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He laughed slightly, getting louder in moments 'So the Eye of the moon is real? I guess my life is nearing it's end.'
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Quytza berates you and tells you to read the note they left.
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The man frowned as he started to rummage through the paper strewn about the table along with the novel, finally finding of interest; 'No, knowing that the Eye of the moon exists will have little effect on your daily life.'
He looked towards the shadow under his bed, seeing an eye with a red pupil. It was there, even if it was obscured by the shadows- As if they were eye-lids- in an instant.
'Huh, so, I'm going to be seeing those often?'
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Quytza nods while saying you will get used to it.
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The man could see the him of the future adapting to this new aspect of his existence, but the fact that THE Eye of the moon existed weighed just a bit much for him to just smile it off like any other day.
The thought swirled in him for minutes, his mind rummaging for any sense of order to replace the perception he had of reality previously.
He held his hand to his face while taking deep breaths the entire meanwhile, before stopping and shaking his head "No point anymore, I'm litterally the priest of chaos and war, I don't need a world view." He resolved vocally.
To be honest, he had just given up, making sense of what he knew about the Eye of the moon would just kill him, along with the fact all the minor memories about it had already started to fade, just...
He wasn't ready- And probably would never be- to deal with this primeval remnant.
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You have followed a fundemental aspect of your god, chaos, by partially ridding yourself of a world view, inciting infighting within various communities while also spreading a few semi-religious texts. All of which has proven you worthy of the class title; 'Apprentice priest (Quytza)'
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Nortal Velrt, you have proven your self time and time again, achieving many a thing, and have obtained the skill [Calamity catalyst]
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Quytza praises your achievement at being the first apprentice priest under his divinity in the last century.
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The priest smiled slightly, his mouth twitching slightly, such a thing had brought about great things for him.
He wasn't certain whether to praise the gods, or to disparage them. The fact that he became an apprentice was obviously a good thing, but losing a fragment of your conception of the world is not the most pleasant of things.
But seeing as how another eye appeared in a dark corner within the walls he was trapped within, it wouldn't make any difference either way.
He picked up the 'Semi-religious' book written by divine hand, and with hurried steps, left his residence.
He would first need someone to copy over everything a few times, then he'd put the 'Manuscripts' as a bonus to anyone he had dealings with.
That'd be enough for now, he did not have any connections to a publisher or something akin to one, and he doubted any of them would be enthousiastic about what he had written.
If it was truly as Quytza had said, and was a story about the Eye of the moon, then he would have to fight though the piles upon piles of similar works if he wanted to actually have it on store shelves.
It would be better to hand it out himself, people don't refuse free stuff.