WESSEX
“How old are you?” she begins with a chuckle, “that you keep calling me young? I’m older than almost everyone I know.” Which isn’t saying much, given how her people had led brief, hard lives for over two centuries, but it is a lot, when it comes to life and experience. His barrage of questions finally comes to an end and the Wraith looks amused. “Okay, you’re probably going to have to repeat at least a few of those.” Ticking the first one off her finger, she begins again. “The Grounds is the current home of the Ascended, which means it’s for the New Gods, because we’re children of the Voice, the primary New God. We’ll be fighting against the Old Gods and their followers, which is… most everyone else.” Her tone falters a bit, betraying her ever-simmering feelings of dismay and disappointment. “I believe we have allies in a few non-Ascended, but for the most part it’s racially divided.”
Holding up a finger to correct his next assumption, Wessex finds she has to dig a little deeper than the surface explanations she’s been relying on. “And the Gods did fight, in the first war. But the Old Gods failed to destroy the New ones and instead had to settle for imprisonment. I think they’ll fight again. And I think that’s what the Old Gods are still scared of - that the Voice is too clever for them. That she’ll have invented something or come up with a new magic that’s beyond anything they’ve seen before.” Maybe it’s fantasy. Maybe it’s her fantasy, but Wessex has seen first hand how ingenious her Lady is. How she works with the world and molds it to fit her vision. “The Old Gods are stagnant. The don’t want anything to change. They see her rise to Godhood as a threat.”
She knows she didn't get all his questions, so the General falls silent and waits for Darkeye to prompt her again with the rest of them - or not.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
