Chapter 1.2

“ We admitted we were powerless over this demon— that our lives had become unmanageable.”

Prince Osha strategized for three weeks. The villagers seemed to notice his retirement early in the hour, and regular public appearances wither down. So much so, four of the most noble of craftsmen came to him in concern, questioning for why he hadn’t prioritized conversing among the common folk when in fact a pandemic was at hand.

“I have the greatest, and most challenging of favors to ask of you four.”

Osha was a man of opportunity, and he knew he had to take any good one as it arose.

“ We admitted we were powerless over this demon — that our lives had become unmanageable.”

The four man listened, and one in particular. Oshcar challenged the Prince.

“My life is fine. I see Firewater linger at the pub and occasionally I do bring the dark, burning cold water to my lips. After three, and my sight starts to deceive me, I know it is than that I must retire back home.”

A craftsman of pottery Mustafa also spoke his truth, and all four men shared their stories. One man had a fun night with mates, another an exotic night with a romantic partner. Two of the men had been possessed to the point of oblivion and one of the two even claimed to peruse romance with a person other than his wife.

The men first in disagreement started to see eye to eye. Firewater was more influential on those with experience on the battle field, loss and the men who viewed themselves with lower self esteem. It built an ego for them all, a fun and euphoria that seemed at times of hardship, a gateway for life’s release.

As the sun began to set, all the men were raising their coffee and tea beverages proclaiming

“ We admitted we were powerless over this demon — that our lives had become unmanageable!!”

And Oshcar was the last to speak before departing.

“We will not, and can not take this demon out alone! It is our duty, not only as craftsmen, potters, blacksmiths, fathers, grandfathers, lovers, and men to spread this insight on the other villagers!!”

“We are the knights of life!” Proclaimed Mustafa

“And what are we going to do with the ones who don’t agree, or are already deep in possession, unable to express any diction for their own will being?” Asked one of the quieter men in the group.

“We will add diction, be voices for the men who can’t speak” says Osha, standing up and cleaning the cups from the table.

“Addiction”.

The men lost have a condition they recalled addiction, and would have to be nurtured to create and restore their spirits voice.