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07-02-2016, 06:20 PM
Själ
That the gods existed was a reality that Själ rarely, if ever, considered. Oh, she knew about them - after all, it had been the Moon Goddess who had been responsible for the DarkEmpress's untimely demise - but she didn't bother herself with them. Now, though... well, she was the rightful princess of the north, if her mother was to be believed; and even if Erebos had managed to direct the girl's intentions down a more appropriate path, she could not help but wonder if the gods would know her name.
Maybe they would have the answers she had been looking for so desperately.
Did she even want to know anymore?
The Moon Goddess killed my mother with her puppet, the girl thought, but no words emerged. She tilted her head thoughtfully to the side, her gaze fixated on the cave, her thoughts on vengeance. Her return to the Aurora Basin had brought back some of the girl's old spark, the passion that had driven her to come to Helovia in the first place; it was evident now in the cold anger that blazed briefly in her amber eyes. It was malicious, it was cunning, it was a shadow of the DarkEmpress before her; it was everything that her mother had imagined she would be and more.
But, like her mother, Själ had the tact to know how to turn her emotions on a dime; and before Erebos could notice her distraction, her eyes had regained their cheerful, mischievous glint. "Let's do it," she agreed with a grin, winking as she turned to make her way for the cave. "I've never met a god before."
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
Maybe they would have the answers she had been looking for so desperately.
Did she even want to know anymore?
The Moon Goddess killed my mother with her puppet, the girl thought, but no words emerged. She tilted her head thoughtfully to the side, her gaze fixated on the cave, her thoughts on vengeance. Her return to the Aurora Basin had brought back some of the girl's old spark, the passion that had driven her to come to Helovia in the first place; it was evident now in the cold anger that blazed briefly in her amber eyes. It was malicious, it was cunning, it was a shadow of the DarkEmpress before her; it was everything that her mother had imagined she would be and more.
But, like her mother, Själ had the tact to know how to turn her emotions on a dime; and before Erebos could notice her distraction, her eyes had regained their cheerful, mischievous glint. "Let's do it," she agreed with a grin, winking as she turned to make her way for the cave. "I've never met a god before."
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
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