I sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
A great potential. It isn't the answer she's hoping for, and her face falls imperceptibly as hope gives way to resolution and determination to earn more. Turning back toward the road Amalia inhales, steeling herself against the cold and disappointment, the knowledge that she is not yet enough. "Potential," the Shield repeats. "Thank you. That's... good to hear."
Amalia is young and idealistic, but she is not a fool. The origin of the charming stranger is becoming steadily clearer- especially given his awe of demigods, his kinship with the Old Ones, the way he avoids giving her any real details of himself. But for once she's at a strange advantage: he doesn't seem to know who she is yet, unless he's hiding that information for some reason she can't understand.
"We're going to the Climb. What brings you to Halo?" Glancing sidelong at the stranger, Amalia bites her lip. "How do you know, when someone is a demigod? How do they know that they are?"
Amalia is young and idealistic, but she is not a fool. The origin of the charming stranger is becoming steadily clearer- especially given his awe of demigods, his kinship with the Old Ones, the way he avoids giving her any real details of himself. But for once she's at a strange advantage: he doesn't seem to know who she is yet, unless he's hiding that information for some reason she can't understand.
"We're going to the Climb. What brings you to Halo?" Glancing sidelong at the stranger, Amalia bites her lip. "How do you know, when someone is a demigod? How do they know that they are?"
Amalia
