I write sins, not tragedies
What happened to him? It’s an odd way to put things, causing the Wraith to tilt her head curiously in response. “I don’t quite understand it myself, but from what I do understand, you’re a copy. There’s also a you in the world you came from. And to get here, to be an Attuned, at some point she asked you what you wanted to be, and you subconsciously chose to Attune instead of to have magic, Ascend, or none of the above.”
There’s no longer that kind of option available to Outlanders, but like hell Wessex was going to tell him that.
And the Voice did have a name, one the Wraith whispered in her heart sometimes. Something that felt beautiful and bright and something just for her first demigod’s ears alone.
“But you’re right about the Ascended. Most of us are just like any other Abandoned, Attuned, or Accepted. Just because we can’t dream doesn’t mean we don’t dream of a peaceful world. I’d much rather be off exploring than worrying about a potential war.” A world where she wasn’t needed. A world where she can pop in and out on a whim, hit the peaks of the Fangs one day and the dense, wet tunnels Undergrove the next.
“But the Gods want to destroy each other, which means we’re caught in the middle, whether we like it or not.” And that includes the Voice, who, she knows, cannot simply sit by and let the Old ones take swings at her and her children.
There’s no longer that kind of option available to Outlanders, but like hell Wessex was going to tell him that.
And the Voice did have a name, one the Wraith whispered in her heart sometimes. Something that felt beautiful and bright and something just for her first demigod’s ears alone.
“But you’re right about the Ascended. Most of us are just like any other Abandoned, Attuned, or Accepted. Just because we can’t dream doesn’t mean we don’t dream of a peaceful world. I’d much rather be off exploring than worrying about a potential war.” A world where she wasn’t needed. A world where she can pop in and out on a whim, hit the peaks of the Fangs one day and the dense, wet tunnels Undergrove the next.
“But the Gods want to destroy each other, which means we’re caught in the middle, whether we like it or not.” And that includes the Voice, who, she knows, cannot simply sit by and let the Old ones take swings at her and her children.
WESSEX
