On the plains above the capital city of Dibon the funeral pyre is still too warm to approach three days after the cremation of King Eglon ... the sun has just set and the moon is rising in the east ....
A wisp of a breeze blows ashes around in a swirl ... some locals hoping to scrounge any precious metal reduced to slag by the the inferno have gathered ...
The wind picks up .... the ashes are now swirling several small funnel shapes ... dust devils ... the locals watch fascinated ... then the dust devils converge ... into one larger swirling mass ... more ashes are drawn in ... it begins to take shape ... take human form ...
The locals watch amazed at the visage taking shape before them ... when 'It' walks out of the dust devil ... the locals drop to their knees dumbfounded ... 'It' sees them ... surprised and momentarily at odds what to do ... 'It' quickly grabs a branch from a near tree .. breaks it off and holds it out to the locals ... he speaks in their native Cannanite .. as best he can ... 'I return in pieces ... I will save you ... I am good ... I will not hurt you ... I have no name ... I must go up to my ship' ...
And with that ... 'It' simply 'transports; to his 'transport' where the real King Eglon is in a state of suspended animation ...
The locals see 'It' rise until ... 'It' simply disappears .... what the locals actually heard 'It' to say was something different then 'It' said .. being not totally familiar with Cannanite ...
'I come in peace ... I am your salvation ... I am a god ... I am your salvation ... I am he that cannot be named ... I must rise to the heavens'. The tree that he pulled the branch from was an olive tree ... the branches were shaped like a chicken foot ... one of the locals picked it up .... 'peace' he said ... 'peace' ... the others picked up the chant ... 'peace' ... 'peace' ...
One of the locals was a very spiritual man ... his name was Abel ... he could read and write ... he would go home that night and begin writing in stone a combination of what he saw mixed with his own beliefs ... unbeknownst to him ... this was the beginning of a movement that would cause 'It' to intervene once again in 5000 years ...
To quote from verse 5001 of the Krome Koan,
' ... 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name ... '
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