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Anden

The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek

Anden pulled at the ends of his jacket sleeves, pulling them further to cover his hands. He felt like he was being lectured by his mom. Wessex didn't seem as cruel, or heartless as he pictured. The Queen of the heartless race, she seemed more refined. As if she was planning steps ahead of what Anden could anticipate.

In truth, Anden wasn't sure who to blame for the current state of the Grounds. So much of it seemed wrong. So much seemed like it was going to be heading into a place that Anden has no interest in going. Yet Wessex was its Queen, The Voice's right hand woman. Surely she had some say in what was happening. "If not you, then who? Wars aren't started for no reason."

He thought about the other part of her question. Anden feared that by talking to Wessex he might get brainwashed. Maybe brainwashed wasn't the best term. Every Ascended he'd met had an undying love for their goddess, a devotion to the ascended and the New God. Anden could feel pride in his new life style, and he knew the Voice wasn't as cruel as he once believed. But Anden knew too that they weren't perfect beings. They had flaws, and he didn't want to live a life blinded by that fact.

The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek