Holy War

Glai, Whose Cup Of Wisdom Overfloweth has been in the Valley for centuries. She was proud to know more lore of the Freyan church than most people she’d met, as well as all the dances a Kappa could do without spilling the water from her head. 
Being old and wise did have its drawbacks however. You could spot trouble before it began, but that didn’t mean that you could stop it. Trouble was sometimes like an avalanche; by the time you’d it was visible, it was already too late.
Right now, the young woman with a cheap spear had a look on her face like tonnes of snow about to come crashing down a mountain.
“You look like you’re preparing for battle, dearie” Glai offered, wondering if Peggy had even noticed her arrive.
“It’s coming, Glai. I can feel it. '' Peggy has been speaking in these vague certainties for a week now, and everyone was worried. “It’s in my bones and in the trees and I can feel it aching.”
“What’s that then dear?” Glai had asked many times, but had never gotten a straight answer.
Peggy gestured hazily at the forest surrounding the temple. “All of it. Out there. There’s not much time left.” For the first time in days, she looked right at Glai, and stared at her unblinking.
“It’s like the Forest Watcher. This whole land is trying to birth itself anew, into a cradle made of bones”
Normally when people started talking like that, you got them to take a nap and then threw salt and blessed oils on them. “Whatever do you mean child?”
Peggy gripped her spear and pointed it to the north east, towards the Forest Watcher’s shrine. “Holy War. People have seen the priests there light candles without matches, and move objects they weren’t touching. Light and dark, almost spent but still at each other’s throats. They won't stop until only one of us is left”
Glai considered this for a moment. “I know Priest Mills and Priest Volcha are pretty committed to the whole Forest Watcher thing, but I don’t think they’ll turn violent. I am sure that, wherever they draw their power from, it’s not part of any holy war. Some god or spirit is just having a bit of fun. Besides, it might be Freya! Wouldn’t that be nice? Still, it’s getting late. How about a nap dear? I’ll go and get some salt and oil, for dinner”
Peggy smiled wildly. “Salt and oil, of course. You’re quite right. Cloth and rope. Like the words say”
Glai nodded enthusiastically. “Sure dear. Whatever you say. Come have some dinner. You can leave the spear. I need to go and get some things”
But when Glai had turned around, Peggy and her spear had gone.
It would be three days before she returned. Search parties had gone out,  but found only a hostile forest, an infestation of mites, and unusually aggressive animals. 
At least when she did return, she was making sense and speaking in whole sentences again. She also returned with a crowd of talking animals, and it took a good night’s rest before she was able to describe what had happened.
She had ventured down into the depths of the newly-found temple of Vallyr. There she had experienced what she had hoped was a religious epiphany of some sort. A voice wormed its way into her head, and started telling her all sorts of things. 
“It only wanted to help” Peggy explained. “It wasn’t angry or evil, just afraid. It didn’t want to die all alone”. The voice had told her to take two large jars of lantern oil, then blindfold herself and bind her hands to a spear, and march out into the forest.
“I wasn’t worried. I knew Vallyr was watching over me. I felt it when I first arrived in Lycia, and I feel it every day since”.
The voice had lead her, along with an honor guard of talking animals, into the depths of the forest, where she’d found an angel.
“Her name is Jedra, and she’s the last of Vallyr’s servants. The voice was her friend, I think? Or maybe just an old acquaintance? They talked for some time, then they just left, the voice and Jedra both. But where the angel had been was a book.”
Peggy held it up. It was old, battered, and had a family of beetles living in the spine, but the pages were intact. The title read “The words of Vallyr. May it be right to know them”.
Peggy leafed through it “I skimmed it, and it’s mostly there. Prayers, rituals, that sort of thing. It’s written in Celestial, but the handwriting is weird. But the weirdest bit is this”
She turned to the first page. It said, in broken Celestial:
* Thanks Are Offered
* Synthesis is completed by both samples, at an effective rate of 39 parts from 50. 
* Warning, at or below a rate of 45 parts from 50, success is not assured
* Please keep both samples with original rig.
“What do you think it means?” asked Peggy
Glai didn’t know. Peggy was back to her old self. Over the coming days, the talking animals retreated into the forest, not to be seen again. Following the instructions in the holy book, Peggy began to operate as a priestess, and run the temple as an actual temple.
No one was surprised when she showed she could make golden light appear around her wounds to bless her followers and heal the sick.
Glai wasn’t sure, however. Holy wars and angels aren’t known for leaving peacefully. Whether this was just a few flakes of snow or the start of something more, she couldn’t say.