Excerpt from the Book of Shaq, Chapter 8, Section 32: Discovery of Shaqqa.
..."Ominous, or majestic?" It was all Memsonius could muster. His two companions, lost in thought, were unaware he even spoke. Ahead of the three men stood two lines of canis rabbits staring toward the sun. A path was made as the men approached revealing a light dune atop the shallow marsh. The men continued forward, and with each step Memsonius could hear his heartbeat. He could feel the creatures' eyes. A gust of sweet bliss blew past the men, along with the smell of the not-so-distant ocean inlet. Without warning, the light appeared to change. Shades of red, orange, and yellow cycled. Such beauty! Such tranquility! SUCH HORROR! Memsonius began to stumble, but Balin caught him by the arm. These three men, no, these three brothers, who had fought through death side by side, could not be stopped. The courage of one would spread to another, and with each step, their hearts would steady. They followed down their path and the rabbits began to howl. Perhaps this was a test? Or perhaps a celebration. Twenty meters disguised by miles, with the presence of our creator, the point of focus was reached.
The wind began to scream, and sand poured away from atop the dune. Soon it fell to the height of the men as a dark object slowly revealed itself. It would be a lie to say these desperate three did not have doubts. A curse from a cruel god who gave life only to revel in their deaths. The dark object became clearer by the second. It was thick cloth the length of a hand. No, the length of a shirt. No, the length of a man.
A cry was heard and the men fell to their knees, weeping. For so long they had searched for meaning and direction. It seemed a lifetime ago when they had first been visited by the dark man in their dreams, the night they gave up revenge for the hope of something greater. The canis rabbits melted away and the air stood still. The light steadied as the moon grew closer to Elyria, then Vicven gasped. His sharp eyes having noticed subtle movement beneath the cloth. A slow rise and fall where a chest would be. The men raised themselves to their feet again, wiping water from their faces with a sleeve, Balin with his square of wool. They stood in awe, paralyzed by a miracle. As if reading their minds, the wind picked up again and spread the cloth open.
Expecting a body, the men instead found bones. Their resolve hardened, for He had led them honestly. There would never be doubt again. This was the dark man, Luna's chosen messenger, the bringer of hope. He was the one who had died so long ago attempting to bring Mann closer to truth.
The days continued to cycle over this location, a spot the founders would name Shaqqa in honor of the prophet. They would build a settlement that would grow with time. Their descendants would quietly continue their cause in preparation for the day they announce to the world: here sits Shaqqa, home of Chosen, spear of crusade.
