Deep within a familiar dark swamp, a moth branded with a skull on his back sat on the highest branch of the highest tree each day.
From there, he was able to see everything that could and would happen. He could see foals playing, predators hunting, adult kimeti going about their daily lives. From that vantage point, nothing was a complete mystery, except the future...
... But the more he watched, the more he could see patterns in behavior and events. Soon, he started predicting outcomes of daily happenings, even accurately pinpointing what one Kimeti would eat later that day.
The moth thought long and hard about what to do with this information. He could very well keep it to himself, but what fun was that?
His mind had finally been made up when he saw a large snake stalking a mother with her two foals. He did not particularly care to save the children. Through his lifetime of watching the world, he had realized that death was just another part of life. What he did care about was learning to predict more than just actions. He wanted to foresee reactions.
So, during the night before the family fell asleep, the moth flew down and told the mother Kimeti that one of her children would disappear before the sun met them again. She scoffed and shooed the moth away. What would a bug know about the future? Without so much as a thought to the warning, the three fell asleep.
Sure enough, when the sun kissed the ground with it's rays of light, the mother realized all-too-quickly that the moth had indeed predicted what was to be. One foal lay there peacefully, while the other had disappeared without a trace.
Wondering how others would react to his cryptic forecasts, the moth continued telling the Kimeti what would happen to them, becoming more vague each time.
And, as it had happened with the first, it happened to most thereafter. Until the moth became associated with these unfortunate events. He became seen as an enemy, and therefore came down less and less due to the risk of an irate Kimeti taking his life.
In his last days, the moth stayed on his branch, not moving, not predicting, but simply watching.
His last thoughts before he met with the same fate he had forseen a million times was this:
"A life lost will not stay lost forever. You will see me in time."
That was his one true Prophecy.
From there, he was able to see everything that could and would happen. He could see foals playing, predators hunting, adult kimeti going about their daily lives. From that vantage point, nothing was a complete mystery, except the future...
... But the more he watched, the more he could see patterns in behavior and events. Soon, he started predicting outcomes of daily happenings, even accurately pinpointing what one Kimeti would eat later that day.
The moth thought long and hard about what to do with this information. He could very well keep it to himself, but what fun was that?
His mind had finally been made up when he saw a large snake stalking a mother with her two foals. He did not particularly care to save the children. Through his lifetime of watching the world, he had realized that death was just another part of life. What he did care about was learning to predict more than just actions. He wanted to foresee reactions.
So, during the night before the family fell asleep, the moth flew down and told the mother Kimeti that one of her children would disappear before the sun met them again. She scoffed and shooed the moth away. What would a bug know about the future? Without so much as a thought to the warning, the three fell asleep.
Sure enough, when the sun kissed the ground with it's rays of light, the mother realized all-too-quickly that the moth had indeed predicted what was to be. One foal lay there peacefully, while the other had disappeared without a trace.
Wondering how others would react to his cryptic forecasts, the moth continued telling the Kimeti what would happen to them, becoming more vague each time.
And, as it had happened with the first, it happened to most thereafter. Until the moth became associated with these unfortunate events. He became seen as an enemy, and therefore came down less and less due to the risk of an irate Kimeti taking his life.
In his last days, the moth stayed on his branch, not moving, not predicting, but simply watching.
His last thoughts before he met with the same fate he had forseen a million times was this:
"A life lost will not stay lost forever. You will see me in time."
That was his one true Prophecy.
