Sep 5, 2017
The village gates fly open. Erupting from it is a chorus of putti, flying winged babies that sung in a harmonized chorus. Their hands holding wreaths which are placed on the heads of nearby women.
♪He’s here...Zacharius... He’s here...Zacharius! ♪
Moving through the gates of gates of the city, riding on a warpig that stands nearly nine feet at the shoulder is a young man dressed in blue. A gloved hand waving at the people below.
“Hello, hello one and all. I am Zacharius. A pleasure!”