Inside, he saw an old, wrinkled man, who was bent over a book. The book was old and rough, a little bit like the bark of an oak tree. The man had chocolate brown eyes. The man wore white garments, and his skin was shrivelled up by the sun. There was a glass orb and a pile of blankets behind him. He used a long, wooden staff to support himself. The man looked up at the intruder. He smiled a toothless grin.
“Hello, stranger,” the man greeted cheerfully. “You can call me Brian. I am an ancient who’s decided to live in the desert, because the spirits are strong here.”
“Tell my future,” the governor snapped. Brian smiled even more.
*OK. Sit down in front of me, please,” Brian said. The governor thought for a second, and decided to sit down. He glanced at his sword.
Brian grabbed the glass ball, and placed it between them. A strange, thick, white smoke filled it suddenly. Brian closed his eyes, placed his fingers on the ball, and muttered something indistinguishable. His eyes opened suddenly, and instead of being brown, they were a creamy white.
Brian jumped to his feet, his staff lying abandoned at his feet. “You,” Brian croaked. The governor jumped up, his sword in his hands, alarmed. “You are a man who’s ruined so many perfect things. Many people are angry at you. You’ve made decisions which have angered Mother Nature and thousands of innocent civilians. You cannot accept it….if you don’t, nature will have its way back…”
For the first time in his pointless life, the governor felt a flicker of guilt. He shook his head. He couldn’t let pathetic emotions like guilt and grief get in his way! With a swift motion with his sword, Brian lay at his feet, with a slit throat, where the governor felt he belonged. Kicking Brian’s lolling head, the governor walked out.
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