A prophet’s job is never done. You may think that I’m kidding, but seriously. I’m not.

So the whole hassle of dealing with people coming to see me is over and done with because people don’t believe that I can exist anymore (silly mortals), but it’s stilll hard work.

See, prophets are beings that look pretty much like your normal human being. Except for the slightly pointed ears, the body markings, the eyes, and the hair. But let’s be honest: longer hair can cover ears, body markings easily pass as tattoos, color contacts are easy to come by, and lots of people have wacky hair colors these days, and if you don’t like it you stop by the store and grab some hair dye.

Once when I had been going blonde for a while, a girl came up to me and asked me how I got blue roots like that, did I do it myself or pay someone?

So you see, it’s really not that hard to disguise yourself these days.

But it’s still not fun.

How would you feel if a god woke up up at six in the morning for a chat?