Sun god

Edward sat in the audience, stuffed between dozens of other people, all murmuring quietly about the group that had gathered them all together. There were a lot of questions spreading around, wondering what they were there for, who exactly the people in this group were, and what they wanted. There hadn't been much information given to them. Everyone who was gathered there had merely been told to do so, and that they would in some way be rewarded for doing so. Some were hoping that that meant money or fame, while others were hoping for something a little more... personal. Edward tried not to think about those people. Or listen to the explicitly detailed descriptions that they were whispering about.

As the sun fell to the horizon, a group of people in dark red cloaks emerged from the alleyways, moving around the gathered group and proceeding before them. The murmuring died down almost immediately upon their arrival. There was a feeling in the air, flowing over the crowd like a thick fog rolling in in the early morning, that said that they should be silent and pay attention to these men. It was irresistible.

One cloaked man stepped forward to address the crowd. "You have all been gathered here today because it is believed that you all have potential," he called out. The crowd began to whisper once more, trying to decipher what he meant by that, but a swipe of his hand brought them to silence once more. "We are disciple of the sun gods, who gave their power onto us mankind, granting us peace and happiness in these times of brightness. But those gods grow fearful, as well. They fear that we may soon begin to misuse the gifts that they have bestowed upon us. And they consider taking their brightness away from us as punishment."

Their was a gasp of shock that shot through the crowd. Edward didn't entirely understand what was going on, but he felt a pang in his heart and a shiver run down his spine. Whatever these men were talking about, what ever it was they were trying to tell him, it scared him to his core. He wanted to run and hide, to curl up into a ball and wait for their threats to come and go. But he was frozen to his chair.

"But you all have potential. Potential to change the gods' minds. To show them that you are grateful. To humble yourselves before the gods and convince them to spare us. That is why you have been brought here today. What say you?"

Edward didn't fully understand. He was afraid. But he screamed and cheered with the rest of the crowd like a man possessed. Whatever it was they wanted. Whatever they asked him for. He would do.