The Gathering

This tale was bestowed upon myself by the Divine Lord Mircea. With great honor, and deep pleasure, I now bring his story to the masses, and pray it does invoke thought and grant enlightenment.

I joined a gathering once in town and watched those around me stand speechless, afraid to speak to me. Am I so horrible that a gathering of ten or more released no conversation? Averting eyes everywhere entwined with silent tongues. Perhaps it was my blinding image that frightened even my own flock of followers. So, I took the form of a panhandler from the street, to appear below everyone in the room according to society. I began asking for gold, yet none came. I asked for food, but there was no food. Still averting eyes and silent tounges directed towards me. In a final attempt to join the gathering I took the form of the tiniest bunny and hopped about every ones feet. Chewing on green leaves and trying to be noticed by all, I waited. Yet nothing came in the way I wanted. Finally someone noticed me! Sadly, while I was in the form of a bunny, their dagger found its way into my heart as they spoke. Who is this bunny? Be gone! I claim the in the name of Lord Mircea! As my lifeless form of a bunny lay on the ground a sacrifice was made to my name and no one noticed.