More Debris Than You Can Sort Through In One Go [Amon]

*Amon* · 11-16-2017, 06:52 PM

Amon nodded, listening to Pyralis speak as he picked his way among the stands of aspen and debris littered along the water's edge. He wondered if spirits were even capable of expressing their true power in this realm, any more than they were. He had been taught that their ancestors wielded the very power of creation itself, but had lost it in the Falling. "Well, once they express something worth fearing, I will accord that to them. Until then, they at least serve more use as stock than the mortals." He sent his sister a sly, sideways glance. She was the only bit of proof that it was possible, after all. "As for our own mortality, I am certain we will return to whatever land our God resides in as well. I was promised a place by his side and I intend to claim it. I can only hope to live a life worthy of his notice," he said, his tone holding the familiar edge of pious reverence it took on whenever he spoke of their patron deity. Amon had schooled himself from puphood to live every action with the will of the Fallen God. In his mind, he was little more than an instrument, and that thought in truth gave him a great deal of peace.
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