Origins of The Prophet

The Prophet like all prophets was at first a man, in outward form seeming like any man. He drank liquor, partook of carnal pleasures, and shit the same as all men.

The Prophet was first directed one dark night in the shadows outside a tavern, lying bloody and broken by the violence of thugs sent to deliver a message about the case he was on. Eloquent were their fists, and so was he half convinced to leave it be.

“She has long been hidden and carried herself with cunning” spake the rain “and now a hundred claim her name and walk in plain day. But where is She? Among them or beyond them? Seek thou the truth of this and discover her whereabouts. Do this and thou shalt know a wealth such as many have dreamed yet few have ever known.”

The Prophet heard these words and the sound of them knit his bones and bound his wounds; He rose to his feet and stared up into the rain in wonder.

“I’ll take the case,” quoth he “I’ll find your missing dame.”