Irjikor

Prologue “Holy Almother, mother of what has been created, have pity on your child…” The man hurries through the dark street, whilst softly mumbling a prayer. “…protect me from Evil…” He turns the corner into an almost lightless alleyway and stops. He pulls back his cloak and checks the package he carries hidden under it. A cold tremor runs down his spine, when he turns the elongated package in his hands. “I didn’t want this…” he murmurs, with tears running down his cheeks. “Good Almother, please let me deliver this without dying! Let me survive this! I beg you!” He