In the beginning, it was the end of all we knew. The plague came out of the East spreading from rodent to rodent. Scientists spent two years finding a cure only to have the plague jump to another species. This cycle continued for

broken, bent, aged, worn… a wanderer hobbled into the village more dragging a heavy, gnarled walking staff than leaning on it. Gray streams of matted hair pressed his gnobby skull as dust rose from the unkempt robes with each wearied step.