Chapter Two

Keeper. My mind raced, confused, bewildered. What am I keeping? What kind of fate is this? I looked at the man I called father his eyes were wide a saucers, and his mouth moved, but no words came out. I asked him, "Father? What am I keeping?" "I have heard stories. Stories only, of a skin. A magic skin that brings Aclborn peace, health, and prosperity. More, I do not know son." I glance around and noticed surprise and shock on the face of every monk in the room.

An ancient monk came hurrying out of a door I had not noticed behind the Oracle. He approached, "Child, you are the next Keeper of the golden goat fleece of Aclborn. I have awaited your coming for many years. You must come with me now to begin your training, for your task will not be as easy as in ages past. The fleece has been missing for nearly two hundred years. To find it the Oracle will give you a prophesy." Expectantly, the monk face the Oracle and, as if well practiced the Oracle intoned, "Keeper of the Remoq Age, I have named many Keepers over the ages. Your task is unlike any of theirs, but the first, for the road that lies before you is uncharted. You bear witness to a first, for I am without words of comfort or guidance. I see only this, a silver moon, a silver dog, and a silver shovel shall guide you."


This is as far as we got tonight, but I have to tell you, part of the prophsey fell to George, who wanted to make it: "...for the road that lies before you is uncharted. Normally I tell the Keepter to use mild detergent, gentle setting, and only drip dry." Yeah, I know, ruins the tone, but sure is funny.