Cubing the Stories #11: These prompts can be fun once you get started. Give it a try! The following is my effort…
The Sage raised his hand to silence the crowd gathered in the village square. “There is a secret, securely held within an ancient way of life that no lock and key, or sweep of a fabled magic wand will reveal.”
A moment of silence hung in the air as the villagers considered what the Sage said. The Sage wrapped the end of his cape over a shoulder, took up his walking stick, stepped down from the fountain’s ledge and started to make his way through the crowd. Murmurs rose as he passed, but he did not stop to address their queries. As long as they remained in his enthrall, he had no need to clarify his meaning. He just kept walking. Down the main street, past the town limits and out onto the road that lead into the foothills, leaving behind a befuddled and bewildered throng. He knew it would only be a matter of time. He was in no hurry.
“Hey, Mister?” The Sage smiled to himself before turning around to see a young man jogging up from behind. The Sage stopped and the young man caught him up.
“Greetings,” the young man said, giving the customary half-square sign with his left hand.
“Greetings,” the Sage said in return.
“Forgive me, Mister, for chasing after you, but I wonder if you would consider returning to the village? We have so many questions and so little time before…before …”
The Sage raised his hand and nodded. He scanned the horizon, giving himself time to think.
“Those clouds,” he said pointing to the west with his walking stick, “look like they might storm.”
“A little thunder and lightning is nothing compared to what we’ve got coming our way, Mister. Won’t you consider staying with us a while? They sent me to ask you. We’ve so many questions…”
“Yes, yes, as you said before. Many questions.” He continued, “My boy, I do not possess all the answers. I am only a man who has traveled far and seen many things. But, you have convinced me that what I know, what I have learned from others, might be of benefit to your village. I will accept your invitation, but under two conditions.”
“That I am provided room and board, and am paid three gold coins for each day I reside in the village.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” the young said. “Please, come with me.”
And thus began a long, proud human history of cursing the likes of paid consultants and experts.