MAEA
She did not seem to notice him. Not that he sat up, or how he scanned the room for danger, or even how he pulled her in. She was stiff and unyieldy under his grip... and only when he spoke, asked her what happened, did the girl respond.
"The storms are not of manmade hands. They are the will of Rae and forged by divine might to ward against the return of the one who Rebelled."
The voice that spilled from her lips was not entirely her own. Distant, as if speaking from very far away, and somehow overlayed. As if it was not one voice but many... (or perhaps she was just hoarse, throat dry from drinking too little water before going to bed. Who could say.)
"The storms are not of manmade hands. They are the will of Rae and forged by divine might to ward against the return of the one who Rebelled."
The voice that spilled from her lips was not entirely her own. Distant, as if speaking from very far away, and somehow overlayed. As if it was not one voice but many... (or perhaps she was just hoarse, throat dry from drinking too little water before going to bed. Who could say.)
Nothing lasts forever, I thought you should know
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