 dreaming my dreams with you . . . </style> The words spoken to Cera are not different from the same advice given to her by the Sun God. Despite how many viewed the golden deity, Onni believed him to be a kind, wise, and gentle soul at heart, so gentle that his violent acts were often just a defense used to keep others from clinging to his heart. A lonesome soul, yet lonely by choice. The shaman respected and loved the God of Light for his courage, even if he clearly needed to grow in spirit. At least for a God, he had all of eternity to live and learn.
Onni would just have to make due with what little time remained for her here.
Looking into the sorrowful eyes of Cera, their desperate call for strength, the relaxing of his muscles leading toward the lift of a leg. The mare quietly comes to stand beside him, offering a literal shoulder to lean upon should the boy require it. His words, just above a whisper, fall on her ears and she smiles sadly. Forgiveness is not something that can be helped or taught; it must be learned within yourself. How should she guide him toward that? What did the lord of light say to her?
"The God of Light once told me that the wicked feed off of the negative, the hatred, the anger in our hearts. Offering them kindness and forgiveness is the only victory we can have against such evils, Cera," her voice is soft and warm, quiet in his ears. "To forgive such a soul is to have more strength than they can conquer."
The painted girl falls quiet again, allowing father and son to speak through the heartache to one another. She listens intently to Midas's description of this other world, how miraculous his survival of it all seems. The shadow of himself, the evil creature Cera had since slain.
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