He was quite upset when he woke up to find all the apples leftover had been taken. To make matters worse, Satori was scheduled to appear on the peak of the mountain that very evening. However, the brothers had made up a plan of action. One they could only pray would work in their favor.
When night came came and the moon rose, a brilliant pale blue light began to shine from the top of the mountains. This was the signature sign of Satori's arrival to the mortal realm, and the cue for the brothers to meet him. Though there was fear in their hearts for what Satori could do, they still went up to meet him.
There at the peak to meet them was Satori. A giant stag of ethereal pale blue, with golden laurels for horns, a thick bearded mane that covered most of its face, and four orange eyes that stared into the wild. The Lord of the Mountain addressed them: "Present your offering to me."
The brothers looked at each other, unsure if their plan would work, but nevertheless the younger brother approached. Before Satori he set down the bag of rupees that the village head had given him.
"Satori," the younger brother spoke "I'm sorry, but there are no apples to give you this month. The head of the village that rests below your mountain were in desperate need of food after the hot season killed their crops. My brother gave them half the harvest and wanted to save your half for the offering, but I took the apples and brought them to the village.
I know these coins mean nothing to you, but they are all we have left to give."
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When night came came and the moon rose, a brilliant pale blue light began to shine from the top of the mountains. This was the signature sign of Satori's arrival to the mortal realm, and the cue for the brothers to meet him. Though there was fear in their hearts for what Satori could do, they still went up to meet him.
There at the peak to meet them was Satori. A giant stag of ethereal pale blue, with golden laurels for horns, a thick bearded mane that covered most of its face, and four orange eyes that stared into the wild. The Lord of the Mountain addressed them: "Present your offering to me."
The brothers looked at each other, unsure if their plan would work, but nevertheless the younger brother approached. Before Satori he set down the bag of rupees that the village head had given him.
"Satori," the younger brother spoke "I'm sorry, but there are no apples to give you this month. The head of the village that rests below your mountain were in desperate need of food after the hot season killed their crops. My brother gave them half the harvest and wanted to save your half for the offering, but I took the apples and brought them to the village.
I know these coins mean nothing to you, but they are all we have left to give."