[b]"It won't just happen by itself. We, [i]I,[/i] have to do something."[/b] November explained. [b]"And you can call me November."[/b] She told him a second time. It was better being on a first-name basis, right? He would feel... closer. 

As the two reached pretty much the centre of the village's [i]market,[/i] a runestone infused well/fountain surrounded by various market stands, the girl finally let go of her hand. [b]"Mhm..."[/b] The blonde pondered for a moment. It would have been better if he simply believed her, painting a target on her back this early would surely turn out to be detrimental after all. Unless she'd practice moderation. 

Right, now, how'd she do this? Clearing her throat, November suddenly started to yell out.[b]"The Great Lord of Light, the Father of Magic, the Bringer of Light, the Banisher of Darkness, Father of Men, the Origin of Peace!"[/b] While most people simply went onto their business, a few curious/confused onlookers gave the girl a glance as she blurted out just a few of many titles that Eins was referred to. [b]"I saw him! In my dreams, he appeared."[/b] Her once neutral attitude had changed completely to be one who was clearly convinced of their own words, even a little manic. [b]"'You shall be my reborn Voice' he said."[/b] By now, a few more people started to listen. Some simply amused, other open to weird ideas, and others just annoyed that their own trading (and yelling) was trumped by this cloaked midget.

[b]"So, hear my voice. Hear our God. For he has a message for all of you..."[/b] By now, November was the centre of attention. [b]"Let it be known in the realms far and wide: The Church has become corrupted. In the highest echelons of the Golden City, Demons have nested deep into their ranks. Greed and pride have started to blossom as-"[/b] A few tomatoes and alike started to fly towards her, even hit her, but that did not stop November. [b]"-the Church uses false pretence under my holy name. Today, you're safe. In a month, nothing will change. But let me warn you: In a year, from now on, the Church will bring about an Apocalypse. Peace and serenity will make way for bloodshed and carnage..."[/b] November went on for another few minutes speaking about how the Church is now serving a false god as she finally came to an end, urging the people to take matters into their own hands and spread the word far and wide as they would be able to create an even [i]better[/i] paradise. The fact that the worst treatment she got was simple words and rotten food were a testimony to how peaceful this place had become.

[b]"Tomorrow..."[/b] She also added after an ominous pause in her speech. [b]"I shall be here again. Our God promised a miracle, a cornerstone that will mark the coming of a second Utopia!"[/b] With that, the now in eggs and tomato-juice covered November was finished as some people called her names while others went onto their business. A few, however, seemed visibly convinced (or sceptical) as they asked her all manners of questions to which November simply replied she was too tired and they would witness a historical moment 'tomorrow'. 

This went on for another five to ten minutes before things finally seemed to have calmed down and the marketplace was back to its usual pace.