Let's decide to be the architects, the masters of our fate
Still a few yards off from the warlord, the hunter reclined to his haunches. Blue, feline eyes looked out to the horizon. He scanned over it. Even further away now, the faintest of growls and barks signaled to him that the wolves may have found the prey they were searching for. The final bleat of defeat from whatever creature they found, be it luxere or moose or reindeer, gave his racing mind enough confidence they had not found a wayward hunter returning to home. As Deimos explained where he was at and what he knew and what Safrin had said, Noah listened and let his anger boil within him.
We have to protect Halo at all cost. You, our general, have to have that in your heart too. I cannot let my home be destroyed again because of the gods. The Eirachi attack was enough to know that, had one of the heralds or their gods above them had that same anger, we would all be dead. It was Neron's choices and his running to the Voice to escape his child sacrifice to the Eirachi that caused the attack. the Eirachi was merely a seasonal deity -- lesser in power than the gods, but still powerful enough to kill -- and the idea that her power was only a fraction of what Safrin or Ludo or Frey might posses made him shudder.
NOAH
