As the last week had worn on, Sam had begun to feel very anxious indeed.
For his own safety, but also the safety of his race, his Goddess. It seemed everyone suspected them of spreading the blight simply because they had been in the blight, as if being Ascended was some kind of disease that could be contagious.
He was done believing that he was wrong. That he was broken.
He was just fine, and he needed to find a space for the people like him.
There was an old abandoned farmhouse in the fields that he knew well, because it had a basement underneath - which he had hid in several times as a child, when bullies found his secret reading spots in the trees. It was not a huge space, but there were not very many Ascended. He wrote to each of them, notes and letters hoping to invite them to come to the fields and join him, help him set them up a safehold, a place to come to meet their Goddess in private and be free from the ramping persecution.
On the day he was to meet them all, he stood just inside the door. Moonlight streamed through the cracks between the old farm woodplanks (for they were a people that moved by night) and he felt a kind of thrill run through him, clasped fists digging nails into his palm as he waited.
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This PQ is open to the Ascended.
You don't have to join by any means, but the list of invited people are:
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
