Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Someone needed to apologize though – because she was sorry for the way the die had been cast in all directions. Because she’d seen it before, in different ways, in different layers, with gods dying and false idols presiding and the way it hadn’t even been war that had torn people and families and worlds apart. She opened her mouth, once, twice, but no sounds came out, no words to reverberate the multitudes of frustration.
Then the youth clenched her jaw hard, enough to hear the click of teeth grind against one another, fingers twisting over some of Fangorn’s vines. “I think some feel like they don’t have a choice.” They’d bowed their heads and followed their deities, well and long before, believing history wouldn’t repeat. Melita had been amongst them, standing and smiling at the promised beck and call because those moments had meant something to her.
It hadn’t been this though. “If it’s the gods’ will, then…” She didn’t finish. Didn’t want it to feel like blasphemy from her tongue.
Then the youth clenched her jaw hard, enough to hear the click of teeth grind against one another, fingers twisting over some of Fangorn’s vines. “I think some feel like they don’t have a choice.” They’d bowed their heads and followed their deities, well and long before, believing history wouldn’t repeat. Melita had been amongst them, standing and smiling at the promised beck and call because those moments had meant something to her.
It hadn’t been this though. “If it’s the gods’ will, then…” She didn’t finish. Didn’t want it to feel like blasphemy from her tongue.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
