She seemed to know, well,
everything. He wondered if he would know everything when he grew to adulthood. He wondered if she held secrets, if she knew why the mountains had shifted but could not tell him why. He wondered if the clouds had grown strange yet again, and she knew the cause but could not tell.
You trust in me? Your father, yes? Why is that?
He thought for a moment. A lot of answers came to his head. The one that slipped out... it immediately seemed weird.
“Well, you're family. Blood is everything,” he parroted, believing it fully in that moment.
“You and dad would never lie to us. Never.”
Mother went on.
Andor listened.
What he gleaned was not exactly as she told, but close enough. The Gods were as the elders in their pack. They existed to teach and guide the mortal world. And, regardless of whether he believed anything she had told him, he would find fate's road. It had already been written.
“I don't like it. Why did they change it?!” he whined, moaned, half-pleaded. Promptly he curled his head into her armpit, breathing heavily, crying, terrified at the change, horrified at the way these Gods had changed the earth for no apparent reason.
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