A Question of War and Peace

The warrior clan matriarch hated reading. War God followers usually did very little because it was impractical.

She sat in her living quarters, studying two old scrolls.

The older one was in an archaic dialect of her tribe. She did not own the scroll. It was hard to read, easy to misinterpret. It might indicate that the Goddess of Peace and the War God were united. The union resulted in a third unnamed deity. The language was too complex, but it gave the impression that the union between the two was not sexual but more of a substantive, metaphysical connection. And the third deity flowed in that connection.

This was so exciting! If true, she and her scholar served different faces of the same deity in different ways.

The newer scroll was hers. She put three months’ wages into purchasing the group of fairy tale scrolls that it was in. She even stamped it with her calling name. In the outlands, people served all kinds of deities. At the end of the story, it didn’t matter what deity was served as long as they loved people during life. Love opened the same paradise. Hatred resulted in annihilation. A minor passage in a peace temple text supported this story line.

If true, she, the song bird, the scholar, her fighting friend, and maybe even the Chaos followers could spending eternity together in the same paradise. She felt sick, excited, and scared that she was wrong.

Gathering the scrolls, she sprinted across the courtyard. She could see her green-eyed scholar through the living quarters window. She didn’t even stop but burst in.

“Read this scroll, and this one, and go to that passage in the peace temple text. Read them all together. Does it sound like we all have the same paradise if we truly love others?”

She startled him. He spilled ink on his peace talk draft. His green eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Look at these things. It sounds like we end up together if we love honestly and openly with integrity. What do you think?”

“You interrupted me, and you really ought to fast from Jav bean. Let me keep these scrolls to review later.”

“Sorry.” She rolled her bright blue eyes skyward. “I’ll check back in a moon cycle.”

He never answered her at moon cycle’s end. He now owed her three months’ wages. She still had no answers.



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