In the beginning there was Darkness

Maea was angry because it hurt. Being excluded was painful, being judged based on what she was instead of whom filled her with a hopeless frustration. It's not like she chose to be born like this, was it!? Never had she asked to be given powers, they just came to her anyway, and nothing could be done about it. Nor had she hurt anyone, or tried to get more than she ought... So why was it so impossible to give her a chance? She listened as the others parlayed for knowledge, but found the gaze of the deity on her like a hindering hand. Not her decision to make. Not her quest, not her knowledge to seek... Just like the clear vision of a world in change would not be hers to have. At least, not if the Voice had any say. How fortunate then that Maea already had an arrangement made. She clung to the memory of that other meeting, sucking on her teeth in silence; this was not her God to whisper prayers to. Maea Like morning dew Love will come again to you