Yes. When our existence begins, it is not known what our purpose will be. [ The sweet brandy of the banquet had reminded him of that - of walking among humans who celebrated the birth of a new god, who tied blessings around his wrists with hope for the future. ]
At least, that is how it was for me. I was the youngest, and there were no more after me.
There was a shepherdess of death; a god of love - and their children, each the steward of love of different sorts; a god of war; the ocean; and the wind. I cannot remember all of them.
[ Even though, once, they had been his family. He had asked once, though no one remained to answer, what sort of family would turn on one another in such a way.
Eventually, through the Lost, he had come to learn many families did just that.
The Forsaken realized that he'd hunched in on himself, arms wrapped tighter around himself still, shoulders drawn high. He wasn't sure if it was the wind or the conversation, but, eager to speak of anything but himself, latched on to the mention of Ironeye's gods. ] What are the gods of your world like?
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At least, that is how it was for me. I was the youngest, and there were no more after me.
There was a shepherdess of death; a god of love - and their children, each the steward of love of different sorts; a god of war; the ocean; and the wind. I cannot remember all of them.
[ Even though, once, they had been his family. He had asked once, though no one remained to answer, what sort of family would turn on one another in such a way.
Eventually, through the Lost, he had come to learn many families did just that.
The Forsaken realized that he'd hunched in on himself, arms wrapped tighter around himself still, shoulders drawn high. He wasn't sure if it was the wind or the conversation, but, eager to speak of anything but himself, latched on to the mention of Ironeye's gods. ] What are the gods of your world like?