Like a father's arm the mountain ridge cradled Gnatut along it's southren boarders, from the tops of the mountains the smog would roll down into the town on days like this. The ever reaching cloud pouring forth into the town as the day began. Following soon after almost in a chase the rain came, beating heavily against the streets, homes, and buildings. The strong downpour continued showing its unbiased nature in drenching everything before its path. Half way up one of the mountains stood an old temple and even despite the weather and earliness people could be seen along the path from Gnatut. Umbrella's in hand they walked to seek guidance, a blessing, or something.
At its entrance stood a peculiar man, without an umbrella looking straight up into the sky as the water droplets hit his face. The rain's ferocity in its unrellenting attack caused the young man to close his eyes as he continued bask in the water. Many of the patrons of Gnatut looked on curiously at the strangely dressed man. Perhaps it was his behavior or even his appearance, one sleeve of his patched black and white shirt was pinned up making it obvious that he was missing an arm.
The man stayed oblivious to the curious people as they passed him through the temple courtyard. A smaller figure emerged, slow stepping out from the temple and walking past the patrons. The people nodding to the old man smiling and making small talk. He soon stood just inside the gate in the rain. His long beard become soaked and the water cascading down his wrinkled face.
'...Abel what brings you here?'
'The rain old man, its such a beautiful thing. So unique to have the heavens pour down this gift....isn't it?
'Heh heh heh. Don't talk like you actually believe such things. Why are you here? On another hunt I imagine, my number come up yet boy?'
'Easy old man, if it was your time I wouldn't waste it with small talk. Just a matter of time...you're no different than them. What will happen when people lose faith in this? You'll try to win it back through fear, revealing just who you really are. You crave something just like the others and when that's gone and you slip up....ack!'
The old mans cane cracked hard against the spot where Abel's arm use to be. A dry grin on the elder's face. Abel responded by rubbing the area and began to walk away from the temple gate.
'Remember exactly who you are talking too. I'm your elder after all, enjoy your stay here and best of luck with your business...hehehehe.'