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Atticus found himself walking the grounds of his Church a week before it opened. slowly working through his thoughts as he strolled past small plots of flowers.

"I knew it would not be easy, Amon. But now, I feel as though I am coming closer to truly seeing your Will... And I fear it may be more than we are prepared for."

He says aloud as he thinks about how far his team has come in such short time. A small hawk flies overhead and screeches as the wind stops moving. Atticus smiles up at the sky.

"Yes my Lord. We will succeed."

Amon blessed the Crow with flight so the world could not prey on him. When the Fox saw this he was hurt until Amon said to him: "you are blessed with my greatest gift, the gift of intelligence."

A Fox once saw a Crow fly off with a piece of cheese in its beak and settle on a branch of a tree. "That's for me, as I am a Fox," and he walked up to the foot of the tree. "Good-day, Mistress Crow," he cried. "How well you are looking to-day: how glossy your feathers; how bright your eye. I feel sure your voice must surpass that of other birds, just as your figure does; let me hear but one song from you that I may greet you as the Queen of Birds." The Crow lifted up her head and began to caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth the
piece of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master Fox. "That will do," said he. "That was all I wanted. In exchange for your cheese I will give you a piece of advice for the future.
NEVER TRUST A FLATTERER

After returning from the mine Atticus felt a calling to walk the streets of Markarth. The warm sun kissed his face as he moved through the markets. Smells of fresh meats and spices filled his nose as he made his way. An old woman offered him a fresh bun and gave an akward salute of Amon. Atticus smiled and returned the motion. At the end of the markets he turned north and moved into the park. Laughter of children mixed with barks of dogs and the cheering of men playing games of chance. A song bird flew overhead and Atticus took it as a sign to change course. To the north west he climbed the city streets until he came to a low rise where he could see the whole city.

Beautiful, he thought as he surveyed the town below. Across, on the eastern horizon it looked as though a new sun was rising. Deep red and black tendrils crested the hills and began snaking towards the happy citizens. Atticus screamed out as the colors blotted out the sun and loomed overhead. He fell to his knees as the wave of darkness plummeted down. Right before everything was swallowed up a blinding light enveloped him. Atticus felt the coursing power of the True God inside himself. Figures of White clad in blue and gold flew out in all directions slashing and hacking at the darkness. Atticus looked down and the ground spun violently.

He awoke as the carriage came to a stop at the outer gates of Markarth. Atticus looked up at Gaius and Telcor. "I have communed with Amon." "We must protect these people."