Vauxian Strategy

Gonyaul was fully aware that with malevolence and suffering would come the four horsemen of ruin. They would come explicitly in the forms of war, pestilence, famine and death. He knew though that they were but the culmination of countless little drips of devastation; big things were just lots of little things all put together.

The horsemen were byproducts of a failure in communication. Therefore, Gonyaul would be intentional to seek mutual understanding through communication as his primary stratagem. In this way he had a chance to deal a toppling blow to the four horsemen at their very origin and, unbalanced, use their own momentum and terrible weight against them.

He reminded himself of where the pressure points would be for each horseman. For war, a child of escalating communication, he would strive to be a peacekeeper when in the presence of others. For famine, a child of withdrawal, he would fight the urge to leave or let others avoid the discourse towards finding solutions and truth. For pestilence, the child of negative thinking, he would guard his mind with hope and become a peddler of positive thinking. And for death, the child of indifference, he would refuse to let his heart harden and be mindful to care for all life.

Gonyaul had a voice and he would communicate it loud and clear, whether from his mouth or his actions. He was not fearful of the evil these monstrous four horsemen could unleash, because he knew how to cut them down to size.

Finished with meditating, Gonyaul felt empowered and recharged with epic focus. He stood and looked down below, all was still and Voah was still nowhere to be seen. He then looked abroad to take in the entire city; which looked peaceful and healthy on the surface level despite the plethora of inner cancers.

He took a deep breath and spoke into the air. “Grasslkak” he had no idea he just completely messed up the name of the city. “Fear not the ruin that come for you. For a Vaux is by you side.” He felt like a sentinel in the night. It didn’t change the fact that he was small and powerless in comparison to others so mighty, things he knew were true. He believed he was mighty, because there was nothing as unstoppable as the spirit to leave people, places and things better than when you found them.

One big question rose to the front of his mind. Where shall I begin?