Friends! Readers! Minions! Penguins!
In the last nights, I'm afraid the Domain of Prophecies have sent me visions (that or it's the current heatwave period of summer placing me into a crazy state of being, you choose).
I saw a walrus tanning on beaches of white sand.
I saw penguins marching into a lava pool, all the while firing bazooka ammunition, before emerging, but this time painted orange and black. I watched a Phoenix and a Gorgon fighting, before being separated by a giant golden spider. I think I observed a giant school being darkened under an eclipse, while a giant black dragon took flight.
I also did get strange visions of various giant felines fighting with heroes that have never appeared in my stories. And it ends with the Man-Emperor walking in a deserted museum.
After consulting Apollo on his nonexistent free time, we both agreed that these visions represent possible futures.
The walrus one, obviously, is the one where I spend this entire summer doing nothing but tanning, eating, and relaxing.
The second one represents a possible planning, one where an Impractical Guide to Godhood is written for July, The Weaver Option is the focus of my efforts in August, and The odds were never in my favour in September.
The third...possibly more one-shot and original stuff? Bah, I'm sure the Muses will provide if/when the time is right.
Anyway, you know of course the tyrannical love feeding the prophecies (and the craziness), before it comes to entertaining certain heroes and villains. You also know my love for democracy (ignore the cackling in the distance).
You are called to a vote! (Yes, the penguins are agitating quantities of weapons in the background. Don't pay too much attention. They got forced to remove the bullets...I hope.