Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
"It is hard to admit that the monsters you were taught to fear are just people, same as you," she mused, picking up on a thread that Quanil seemed hesitant to bring up. "Just look at the way we all treat the Ascended... Just because they chose to follow a different path than us, doesn't mean they don't feel, same as us." It had taken her far too long to accept that. Still couldn't, in many ways, and yet... The challenging stare of Amun's eyes kept burning her, pushing her to think deeper.
"Once, we were known as Acquired," she told the youth. "But there's nothing wrong with calling us Abandoned, because that's what we are now. The gods have turned their hands away from us, because of transgressions of the past, and regaining their trust is neither easy nor quick. But that doesn't mean it can't be done."
Maea fingered the shawl worn over her head, touched the thin, dark fabric with reverence.
"If your sister wishes for a path or a purpose... tell her what Ludo told me. 'Use your magic modestly, under the eyes of the Old Gods'. Perhaps she might find some comfort in that. I certainly did."
"Once, we were known as Acquired," she told the youth. "But there's nothing wrong with calling us Abandoned, because that's what we are now. The gods have turned their hands away from us, because of transgressions of the past, and regaining their trust is neither easy nor quick. But that doesn't mean it can't be done."
Maea fingered the shawl worn over her head, touched the thin, dark fabric with reverence.
"If your sister wishes for a path or a purpose... tell her what Ludo told me. 'Use your magic modestly, under the eyes of the Old Gods'. Perhaps she might find some comfort in that. I certainly did."
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
