Pride and the Fall

Zariah frowned at his response – externally at least. This young man was broken in some way, and broken people were the easiest prey. Moreover he was a magic user, and thereby her favorite sort of people. The best sort of people. The Destined. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm, as if in comfort. But silently, undetectably, she began weaving her magic through his mind and soul, willing him to obey her command. ”You ask the question wrong: why not you?” she said in a hushed tone, as if telling him a secret. ”You’ve been given a power and people have mocked you for it not destiny. They are not your people. The gods are not your gods. I am your people, and I will never abandon you, my fellow Destined. I will bring the glory that was stolen from you to your feet.” she said, smiling at him with a mother’s warmth. ”Isn’t that what you really seek? Belonging? Care? The justice that has been stolen from you?” she said, coaxing him down the path she wished him to follow. zariah If it is danger you seek, come on over. I covet tranquility but beget the tempest storm.