Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Sam listened to Rexanna's story, waiting for some horrible ending - he had never met Frey, but he trusted that all the Old Gods could enact hideous deeds of violence and torture. When she finally described her curse as cursed me to let myself loose a little, he frowned, confused. That didn't really sound like a curse, more like advice.
He'd felt like he'd learned enough lessons in the last 2 years for a lifetime, but he nodded. Perhaps he could learn one from this that would actually stick, make him feel like he'd grown and was more prepared for life going forward. It was nice to hope.
Glad that Rexanna understood why he wanted to speak to The Voice about their reputation, he smiled until she spoke of magic burning from the inside out during her Ascension. He hardly remembered his, the moment having been blotted out by trauma and a mind that struggled to hold onto a lot of things. "But...you still have your magic, don't you?"
Sam paused at her last question. It felt like if he admitted anything here, The Voice might still hear. But he was already going to be in trouble, so he supposed he may as well be honest. "Yes. She has much power and...I feel that if we upset her or did something she didn't like, she wouldn't be afraid to hurt us with it. I mean...think about it . She controls all of our bodies. She is the only person that truly knows how they work. If we wanted to leave or follow another God...she could shut us down in an instant."
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
