The avian civil wars showed no signs of age.
Each battle was as fresh as its predecessor
Of all wars, civil wars are the most bloody
High causalities had been suffered on both sides
In a corner of the aviary away from the conflict there ran a small river, shallow but with a fast flow and in this river stood the baptist
He paid little attention to the wars even though the waters ran red on certain days. This colour was baptised to make it pure
All colours were baptised to make them pure
Except the colour mauve
Dying birds, injured in battle came to him
They feared their naked extinction
All birds were baptised and soon they died studying their astronomy
Their fossils began to stain the parched rocks which bore their eternity
Future generations would study their fossils but not their wars
The baptist was aware of this
More colours were baptised
More birds were baptised
The war ended
The persecutions began
Refugees were now being baptised
The baptist bathed their wounds and cleansed them as they were summoned into exile
The leader of this terror was a bird named Archer Methuen
He had three sisters
They visited the baptist often
But he did not purify them because of their mauve plumage
They mocked him for this but returned again and again hoping to be purified
“ Let your plumage turn to blue and you will be purified” was his instruction
Archer Methuen grew tired of the baptist
But the sisters protected him
Two of the sisters escaped the aviary and flew close to the sun. Their plumage was bleached and they returned to baptist
The baptist purified them and they left the aviary, this time never to return in order to spread their celebration
The other sister visited the baptist but he would not purify her because of her plumage.
She flew close to the sun but her colour did not fade
“ Let your plumage turn to blue and you will be purified. You halt your own change “
The sister became angry with the baptist, in her temper she seduced her own brother
They married
On her wedding night Archer Methuen asked his bride to name her wedding gift
“ That the baptist is slain” was her answer
Her wish was granted and the baptist was weighed down with rocks and cast into the flow
Soon the sister became heavy in her own production and she died giving birth to a grotesque
In its first and only dream the grotesque was baptised
As she died the sisters plumage turned to blue
She had been forgiven
The strength of the terror grew and for many years there was no opposition
As his strength diminished Archer Methuen became troubled
Primitive opposition had begun to emerge
He visited the river to where the baptist once stood and to his surprise found him alive and well
He accused him of being a ghost and ordered him imprisoned
“ If I am a ghost you shall not imprison me. If I am of form then lock me away “
The baptist was imprisoned but returned the same day to baptise the oppressed
Archer Methuen ordered his slaughter for a second time, but this order was ignored
The civil war started again and Archer Methuen was killed in the first battle on the first day
Peace returned to the aviary
All birds flew in their own freedom
The river of many colours began to dry up, its flow slowed to a trickle
No baptisms took place as the baptist was no more. Those who came to be baptised only heard his voice distant but distinctive
“ Baptise thyself my friends for I am not here and will not return. The waters may have dried but the air is pure, immerse yourself in its flow. Baptise thyself, you do not require my ministry”