Maea
The kind of flawless they think I should be
The question pulled her from her musings, made her turn back to the man with cocked head, lips pursing as she considered the question. It was broad, and difficult - she was no god and could not speak for them, only speculate - and the easiest way was really to start from the beginning.
A long story, and not one she wanted to deliver standing. Finding neither rocks nor logs to use as perch, the girl simply sat down on the ground and gestured for Are to join her.
"Sit. It's not a simple question to answer, but I will try."
She pulled the ragged black fabric from her neck and draped it over her head, letting it serve as a veil to protect the sensitive skin from the sunlight and the chill of the wind. Pale and strange, with eyes that gazed off into the distance, she looked more than ever like a ghost gone astray, a spirit rather than a woman.
"I don't know how much you have been told about the gods or the history of this world. Bear with me if I repeat things you already know.
Caido created this world, and it was named after its Creator. With the world was also born three gods. Vi, Rae and Mort. Life, Nature and Death. They in turn gave life to the first race, and the people was known as the Accepted, for they were loved by all the gods. But Rae added something more to some of them, a deeper connection with nature; they became the Attuned, and they too were loved. Then, something unforeseen happened. Some of the people awakened to other powers, strange and powerful magic; they were called Acquired, and for a while they too were loved, and all was good.
But Caido withdrew from the world, and small differences began to chafe at the gods beloved people. The Acquired gathered more power and more knowledge and began to challenge the reign of the gods. They began to take that moniker onto themselves, called themselves the New Gods and waged war that spread all over Caido.
This barrier, this Spire was made to contain The Voice, one of the New Gods and her creations, humans she has altered and 'improved'. They are Ascended, hardly human any longer..."
She recalled with a shudder the moment in the Atheneum, where her vision har cleared for an instant, and realized that neither of her companions were breathing.
"Now, why would the gods meddle with us? In essence, we are their children. Like loving parents they aid us, guide us, and correct us when we make mistakes. We can pray to them, and if they are willing they will hear us and come. Some are more likely to be favored.... those who were known as Acquired are not so anymore. Their hubris in the past made the gods turn from them, and thus we-they are now branded as Abandoned. Forsaken..."
Pale fingers tightened around the edges of the rags, holding on as though the wind might carry it off and unmake the small sliver of hope she had been given.
A long story, and not one she wanted to deliver standing. Finding neither rocks nor logs to use as perch, the girl simply sat down on the ground and gestured for Are to join her.
"Sit. It's not a simple question to answer, but I will try."
She pulled the ragged black fabric from her neck and draped it over her head, letting it serve as a veil to protect the sensitive skin from the sunlight and the chill of the wind. Pale and strange, with eyes that gazed off into the distance, she looked more than ever like a ghost gone astray, a spirit rather than a woman.
"I don't know how much you have been told about the gods or the history of this world. Bear with me if I repeat things you already know.
Caido created this world, and it was named after its Creator. With the world was also born three gods. Vi, Rae and Mort. Life, Nature and Death. They in turn gave life to the first race, and the people was known as the Accepted, for they were loved by all the gods. But Rae added something more to some of them, a deeper connection with nature; they became the Attuned, and they too were loved. Then, something unforeseen happened. Some of the people awakened to other powers, strange and powerful magic; they were called Acquired, and for a while they too were loved, and all was good.
But Caido withdrew from the world, and small differences began to chafe at the gods beloved people. The Acquired gathered more power and more knowledge and began to challenge the reign of the gods. They began to take that moniker onto themselves, called themselves the New Gods and waged war that spread all over Caido.
This barrier, this Spire was made to contain The Voice, one of the New Gods and her creations, humans she has altered and 'improved'. They are Ascended, hardly human any longer..."
She recalled with a shudder the moment in the Atheneum, where her vision har cleared for an instant, and realized that neither of her companions were breathing.
"Now, why would the gods meddle with us? In essence, we are their children. Like loving parents they aid us, guide us, and correct us when we make mistakes. We can pray to them, and if they are willing they will hear us and come. Some are more likely to be favored.... those who were known as Acquired are not so anymore. Their hubris in the past made the gods turn from them, and thus we-they are now branded as Abandoned. Forsaken..."
Pale fingers tightened around the edges of the rags, holding on as though the wind might carry it off and unmake the small sliver of hope she had been given.
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
