Bo couldn't help but smile, a warm, hearty smile that mirrored the amazing energy of the family before him. It was so welcoming it felt so good to know that there was still love and light in this world despite the fearsome forces of chaos and darkness at work. His own family used to have something similar but the light of their time together was so brief before the very integrity that the Denkou was founded on began to crumble. He wondered if there was truly any real hope for his people. If he himself would possess the power, the skill needed to bring the peace his people so desperately craved. The vindication they deserved. Was killing his brother truly the only way?“How this place came to be? How? How!?”
Rafal bellowed to the heavens, asking of his family, and the crowd gathered for their midday siesta. The group quieted down and focused on the master of ceremonies, taking a deep breath, and basking in the soft silence enveloping them.
“Legend has it there’s an ancient river running through this city. Another said we were descended from the skies themselves, bringing life to a desolate place. But I think my favorite has to be the Thousand Year Deluge that brings the hidden spring to this arid landscape. It gives me hope I can live long enough to see one myself.”
The crowd murmurs lightly, comparing their own accounts of the stories to one another between nibbles of food. Rafal motioned to the crowd with his thick, heat-tempered hands, asking for his guest’s response.
“Are any of you here children of the Deluge? I’d hate to offend in my recount–”
“Just tell the story already!”
“Alright you impatient tykes, we’re doing the Deluge story!”
It was almost as if the old codger was reading his thoughts. This tale of the Thousand-year deluge spoke to him much deeper than he originally thought it would. The coming of a fearsome storm with the power to completely reshape the lives of those caught within it. And yet, it is celebrated and even prayed for. Because the good people of Uran understand the power in not only staying united but also braving such a thing and turning it into a blessing. They focus not on the fear the storm itself could induce but on the change it can bring. The new wave of possibilities and the lives it can help. It brings chaos and as well a beautiful type of order that refreshes and renews beyond the strife it may cause. Instead of fear...they chose to love.“On the heels of strife, we find ourselves renewed, refreshed.”
That then is what I will do...
He thought to himself as the scene shifted once more returning now to the grill it was originally. Bo would also grab a dumlpin and raise it high as well.
I will choose love!
He thought as he yelled with the rest of them.
"Aye!"