Feel it still

I was born into the light Under wide and open skies It wasn’t exactly the words that Noah was hoping to hear, but deep down within him he somehow knew they were the words the deity was going to speak nonetheless. The place where the Voice had been imprisoned, her ascended made their claim, and now lay in dust and ruins with no direction. There were still people there, lives that Vi himself breathed vigor into. The hunter nodded, rocking back on his heels slightly. ”As you wish.” He couldn’t help the thoughts that brushed up against his words, the will and urge to press back and argue why not Stormbreak?—but he pushed them back. He set himself a stone wall against his own will and let the will of Vi wash over him. ”Darkeye is trying to right that place, but the people don’t seem as willing to move on.” Noah shifted. ”Do you think he is the leader that the Hollowed Grounds needs?” Because if Vi said it, despite his own misgivings on the cleric, Noah would support him. Noah Olson the sentinel of the north

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