Many years ago
You fly over the pony kingdom, Aurora’s sun shines brightly upon your dark scales. You close your eyes, and breathe. The air is cool, and clear. A slight breeze brushes your long face.
Ah the gift of flying, a wonderful ability. As long as you can remember, being able to fly is one of your favorite things to do. Even for as long as you have lived, that great feeling of adventure never left you. It’s a beautiful day for a flight. Aurora must have gone out of her way to make the sun shine extra radiantly. The pegasusi have been called of from weather duty today, as have all ponies in the kingdom. This is a special day for them.
Morpheus and Aurora have given birth to two daughters, in just the span of ten hours no less. This is a monumental occasion; it was unheard of for a god to give birth to an actual child. Even while you created the dragons, and refer to them as your children, you never thought of actually conniving one.
It was almost as shocking as when Morpheus and Aurora came out with their intentions. Before the birth of the princesses, the rulers of the pony kingdoms proclaimed a great decision.
They decided to… die.
When they came out to reveal their intentions to age away and die naturally, it came as a shock to everyone; even the buffalo or the draconequuses didn’t see it coming. Then they went on to say they intended to have children to lead after they’re gone. Needless to say, it was quite an astonishing day.
And now, 9 months later, here you are. Flying toward the castle, the capital of the pony kingdom, to see the newborn gods. A grand celebration was to be held in the castle and all were invited to come, not only you, but the rest of the pantheon as well.
You listen closely; you can hear the chapel bells chime down on the earth. You open your eyes and look down upon the city. The cobble buildings shine in the sunlight. The streets are filled with ponies. All of them slowly headed down the street toward the palace, they bristle with excitement. If you focus your hearing enough, you can hear them talking about the upcoming event, and what it means for the future of their species.
“Quite beautiful.” A soothing feminine voice states.
You snap out of your concentrated listening, and look up upon the most beautiful creature in the entire world.
Flying beside you, is the fair Arthrena, the jewel of the skies.
The long graceful dragon, her scales are the purest white. Along her back and sides unblemished white, under her jaw to her tail, are bright azure scales. Her wings beat majestically through the air, sunlight shines through the membrane of her wings. Her horns sit upon her head, curved back to look like a beautiful crown. But her best and most notable quality: her eyes. Stars above, those beautiful eyes; those sapphire eyes, so striking, yet so calming. Whenever you look into those eyes, you feel comfort, warmth, happiness, but most of all love. Not only the love that she feels for you, but the true significance and preciousness of your love for each other.
If you could thank whoever, or whatever, created you and your fellow brothers and sisters. You would thank them paramount, for Arthrena.
She notices you’re staring and raises her brow.
“Garmaddon?” she asks
You awaken from her trance.
“Sorry?” you say. Arthrena giggles.
“I said: quite beautiful, Gar.”
“Of course you are.” You say smiling. Her chuckles give warmth to your heart.
“Not me, them, down there.” she points down to the sea of eager ponies.
“What, them? Eh, they’re all right I suppose. But not as beautiful as you, Arth.” You reply with extra charisma.
She rolls her eyes. “Not everything is about me Gar.” She says
“That’s why the world is a flawed place.” You reply.
“Oh shut up.” she says. It’s your turn to chuckle.
“Don’t you find it beautiful, how one event can cause so much happiness amongst so many?” she said. You turn your head back and look ahead.
“Well, I guess.” You say, nonchalantly.
“You guess? Is that all?” she questions, astonished at your lack of enthusiasm.
“Well… yeah it’s kind of amazing how everyone comes around to see great events, but its happened before.” you say.
“I guess, but, aren’t you happy for Morpheus and Aurora? Gar?” she asks.
“Are you happy for them?” you reply.
“Of course, what living being isn’t happy for a couple having children?” she clearly indicates this question to you.
You look down and ponder.
To tell the truth you didn’t know what to think of it yet. You appreciated the fact that Morpheus and Aurora wanted to have children. But… to want to leave this world and just… die? That was shocking.
“I’m not sure…” you say.
“How so?” Arthrena asks gently
“I don’t know. I understand their want for a family of their own. But don’t you think that wanting to give up their immortality up, give their rulership over an entire species to their children, and then pass on is… selfish?” you ask.
Arthrena looks at you as if you said something offensive.
“Of course not!” she gasps. “How could you even think of such a thing?” she asks, her tone suggests she is generally discouraged.
“Dying is not selfish; it’s a natural part of life! The fact that Morpheus and Aurora, who don’t have to die, being immortal themselves, chose to accept death, was very brave of them.” she says. You look down.
“How many times have we faced death together ourselves, dearest?” she asks.
“Too many times.” You say somberly.
“Were we not brave then?” she says. You look at her and smile, she has made her point.
“Alright, I understand. I’m sorry. It’s just… if they die… then what about us?” you ask
“What about us?” Arthrena replies.
“Well… if Morpheus and Aurora believe that their time is over, and it is time to pass on. Then should we go as well?” you ask. Arthrena raises a brow.
“Should we?” she asks.
Open your mouth to say something, but… the words to not come. You’ve been thinking about subject ever since you heard the news. You still can’t comprehend an answer. You and Arthrena have lived for a very long time, have you done all that can be for your children? Can they live on without your guidance and teachings? Was it time to say ‘I’ve had a good run’ and then embrace death? You don’t know. You simply look ahead and sigh.
“I don’t know.” You say. “I’m just conflicted about it, that’s all.” You say. Arthrena’s face softens back to gentleness.
“It’s alright; we were all startled when we heard the news. It’s just going to take some time getting used to.” She says.
You simply nod and look back at her. Your eyes show your worry. Arthrena simply smiles and places her hand on your shoulder.
“I don’t know if it’s our time yet, or if we ever will take that step. But if we are going to die, then that’s our decision, Garmaddon.” She says.
You look deep into her sapphire eyes. You smile warmly.
“Our decision.” You say.
She takes your hand into hers.
“Our decision.” She repeats, stressing every syllable.
You place your left hand over hers.
“Alright then.” You say. You look into each others eyes, feeling the electrifying connection your love gives.
“Uh, excuse me, your grace?” you hear a voice ask.
You look to your right to see a bright red dragon staring at you.
“We’re almost to the palace, my lord.” he says.
“Oh, yes good, thank you.” you say. You let go of Arthrena, she smiles slightly, and you can’t tell if she blushed or not. It’s very hard for a white scaled dragon.
The red dragon nods and flies back behind you. Your eyes follow to see him take up a v formation with seven other dragons. As gods of all reptiles, and royal monarchs of the dragons, whenever you or Arthrena leave your mountain, you always come with escorts, and (if meeting with other nations) diplomats; it’s not for protection, you can certainly protect yourself, it’s just… tradition. It’s a little weird for you, but you get used to it. Arthrena got used to it quicker than you. ‘Maybe that happens a lot’ you ponder.
“There it is.” Arthrena says, she points her finger toward the castle.
It is a tall, grand, structure. Standing atop a gigantic hill, the great Pony Palace stood above the whole city. A massive crowd of ponies are waiting around its large doors. A large path has been cleared by the royal guards, to make way for important guests. As you near the castle, you notice its great details.
Giant marble pillars support it, carved by the most articulate of hooves. It stands over 30 feet tall, with four giant towers on each humongous corner, and a great big glass dome in the center of it, allowing a view inside the great ballroom. Two giant metal door stand to guard the inside from the crowed, their metal frames carved with ancient art of alicorns. It is covered with giant stain glass windows, depicting important events in Equis’s history. It is a magnificent piece.
But a bit too small for your sizes, luckily, you already came prepared.
You and Arthrena swooped down toward the castle. Your shadows cover the entire crowd of ponies; they look up at your giant forms and gasp. Your wings flap quickly to sustain your landing, as your perch yourself right behind the great castle. Your wife follows suit and you both sit behind the palace. Your dragon escorts fly in front of the palace and wait. You don’t come to the palace often, but when you do, everyone notices it. After all, you and Arthrena are two of the biggest creatures in the world.
But that presents a problem; most structures aside from your mountain castle, simply aren’t big enough for the two of you. This was a bit of a problem, until you decided to create a spell that would allow you to enter smaller buildings.
Creating an aspect.
An aspect is a spell that allows you to have an out of body experience, sending your soul outside your body. It then projects an avatar of your soul, your aspect. Your aspect is a ghostly image of your, that can talk, touch, feel, shape shift, and cast magic. The only problem is that it works at a limited range, you’ve been getting better at increasing range progressively, but it has yet to be as far reaching as your sight beyond sight. It still is a very useful tool for getting into smaller places, and it helps that you don’t intimidate people the way you would if you simply talked to them in your real body.
You and Arthrena look at each other, she nods and you both bend your heads down and close your eyes. You summon your great mystical power. You feel yourself slip away from your body; it always feels like climbing out of water for you. You feel cold and slippery, but only for a moment.
You feel your incorporeal body materialize. You feel your nerves and scales prickle, like electricity. Then you open your eyes.
You are standing in the walkway that leads to the palace doors; you can hear the crowd of ponies on ether side of you letting out oohs and aahs. You look around and see their dumbstruck faces. You smile, that never gets old. Looking at your hands you can see that your body is surrounded in a dark purple smoke, you are a spirit after all. You look behind you to see your dragon escorts, you are the same size as them. It is always humbling to see from other’s points of view. The dragon escorts bow their heads in respect, and you repeat the gesture.
Then a bright white light flashes next to you. It’s Arthrena’s aspect. She looks the same as her normal self, just at a smaller size and surrounded in a white mist. She smiles at you and nods at the escorts. You look up to see your bodies towering behind the castle; it’s always awkward to see yourself from an outside perspective. The sooner you got inside, the better.
You begin your walk forward, with you and Arthrena leading the front, while the escorts follow suit, very gracefully too. You don’t have to look to know that the ponies are watching you, even the royal guards. It’s a lovely felling. Dragons are legendary beings to ponies, seeing so many at once is a once in a lifetime experience for them. They are quite awestruck of your presence.
Not to mention it boosts your ego a little bit, that’s a side bonus.
The great doors open as you advance; you make your way through the archway and step inside.
Once all of you are inside, the doors quickly close behind you, the noise of the crowd vanishes. You look around and what you see always impresses you.
Say what you want about ponies, but they are quite the architects. The palace is huge, for a pony. Its walls stretch immensely around you, with large chandeliers hanging just above your horns. The floors are patterned in black and white squares and the walls a smoothly carved, all while covered in the charming marble shine. Pillars adorn the great hall as support, with beautiful cravings wrapped around them. It’s not your style of palace, you much prefer your mountain home, but that’s your dragoness talking.
And you still are impressed with the level of craftsmanship this place exudes.
The whole room is filled with aristocrats made up of mostly ponies, but there are large amounts of griffons, diamond dogs, and some buffalo. All their conversations were put on hold as you came in. they were all looking at the two of you and your group.
“Announcing the arrival of King Garmaddon and Queen Arthrena, lord and lady of the dragons!” a guard calls out. The whole crowd claps their hooves, paws, and claws for you. Even stuffy aristocrats show you respect, probably out of your position, not personality. Oh well, no one’s perfect.
Along red carpet stretches from the doorway to the end of the hall, and at the end is a giant staircase. It’s lined on each side with gold handrails, and completely covered with a beautiful velvet coat. It travels up about halfway to split off to the right and left staircases. A lone figure stands atop the staircase, you recognize her imminently.
Eos, goddess of the griffons. She is a striking creature, her beak is a heavenly silver, her feathers are pure white that end is a warm gold. Her head is adorned with a large crest of feathers, bent to look like a crown. It is a sign of her strength and dominance as a griffon; you always thought it looked a little silly. Her feathers reach down to the bottom of her neck. The rest of her body is a light tan pelt, with two yellow talon forelegs, and ending in strong hind legs, with a long steady tail holding stiff at her backside.
Her wings are at her sides, they are powerful yet beautiful limbs.They are covered in pale sliver feathers, showing her clam demeanor. But Eos is always a wildcard; you never know what could set her off. She seams calm, for now at least.
But you notice something, she is looking at you. Not at your company or at you and Arthrena, but you. Her bright amethyst eyes are boring into yours. Not angrily, just intently. She is a griffon alright, through and through. You can tell that a conversation is inevitable, but it always was anyway. You turn to Arthrena.
“We seam to be expected, darling.” You say. Arthrena smiles.
“Let’s not keep the poor girl waiting.” She says. You look back to your escorts.
“Do what you please.” You say. The red dragon nods.
“Yes, my lord.” He says. He and the other dragons disperse to interact amongst the nobles, they are after all diplomats.
You and Arthrena advance to the staircase, nobles’ part out of your way as you reach it. You advance up the staircase, the soft feeling of the carpet brushes up against your feet. The two of you reach the top of the staircase and tower over Eos.
“Hello, Eos.” You say friendlily. She looks up at you, un-intimidated by your height.
“Greetings, Garmaddon.” She says sternly. Always the soldier.
Eos looks at Arthrena. You notice her eyes squint a little as she eyes up your wife.
“Arthrena.” She says flatly.
You sigh a little from her attitude. Eos and her griffon citizens are proud warriors, masters of aerial combat. What they lack in magic they make up for in tenacity and their warrior ways. Their empire stretches across the northern part of the planet, cold weather breeding cold hearts. They’re practically bred for combat; they make up the finest aerial fighting-force in all of Equis. Without their help, the world would have been lost to the demonic hordes. Eos, like her creations, is always stern, cold, and by the book. But when someone puts her pride in question, all bets are off. The bowels of Tartarus have no fury such as the scorn of Eos. Yet, for her militaristic personality, one thing stands out. It has been a long kept and little known secret that Eos has been, and apparently still is, in love with you.
It has not been the only time a member of one species has been smitten by another, but it is certainly not a popular view to release publicly. But you are not revolted by it, she has a fair reason.
Unlike you and many other gods, Eos was put on this earth without a significant other to form a relationship with. As such the loneliness has caused her to be embittered to most people, especially Aurora and Morpheus. However for some reason she had grown an attachment to you throughout the centuries; even though you have a partner of your own.
You remember the time she revealed you of her feelings, long ago. She told you bluntly, as griffon-like as she possibly could. You remember being quite surprised by her revelation. Of all the things you expected from her, never the desire of your affection of all things. But as you contemplated her words, you realized that she had these feelings long before she told you. You’ve been keeping a good eye on her whenever you two meet, all those times noticing her body language and subtle mannerisms suddenly made sense. And the truth could be plainly seen in your eyes. You also remember how well she took the fact that you didn’t share her feelings. You remember her telling you that she respected your union with Arthrena, and would never seek to sabotage it. But she also said that if things were different, she would be most happy for your hand. She also said that she would appreciate the fact that this was revealed to no one, a sentiment you did share with her.
Ever since then things were a little awkward during diplomacy.
You can’t blame Eos for her feelings though, you even feel sorry that she has no one to spend time with personally. You encouraged her to find love amongst her people the last time you saw her. You had hoped that she’d taken your advice. But yet as she stands before you, you can still detect that want for a relationship with you, and a well guarded jealousy for Arthrena.
“Glad you could make it.” she says. She looks back at you.
“Of course, this is a very important event.” You say.
“First time any of us gods gave birth to children. Of course we had to be here.” Arthrena says. Eos’s eyes shift back to her. For a moment she is silent. Then a smile spreads across her beak.
“History in the making.” She chuckles. You can tell that she is faking it. An awkward silence descends upon the three of you.
“Shall we head on?” you say. Eos nods and the three of your begin to ascend up the stairs to the left.
The stairs take you into a long hallway. The entire roof is covered with glass. The sun casts a bright light over your forms as you walk.
The hallway leads to a large chamber, the grand throne room.
It is much like the room you were in, but on a slightly smaller scale. Up above on both sides of the room are two great balconies for onlookers. The carpet leads down the hall, up a few stairs, to two large golden thrones, both equally in size and majesty, sitting in front of a large window overlooking the entire city. They are empty, but two figures are standing nearby. You recognize these two as your fellow gods.
There was Grumdag, God of the Canii. A proud hound, his coat is a fine sleek black shade of fur. His ears stand erect and tall, listening for anything. His hearing prowess is the stuff of legend. His entire form is nothing but pure muscle and strong bones, not a hint of weakness. His claws are razor sharp; you’ve seen them cut through diamond without a scratch. He rules over his many packs underground, his kind are the diggers and keepers of the earth. He is the pinnacle of his race, strong, vigilant, and holding conviction sturdy as the stone they live in.
And there was Spiritwind, the High Chief of the Buffalo. He towers over Grumdag, who is about half his size. He is a tall mound of strength, covered by a thick black coat. His black horns are gleaming in the sunlight cast from the nearby windows. He always wears a large headdress wherever he goes, to show his authority as chief. His headdress is covered with bright red feathers today; you recognize this as a sign of celebration. His domain is the great plains of the south, a beautiful terrain that stretches for days across the southern peninsula. His tribes traverse annually across the plains in the Great Stampede. A spectacle, if you ever saw one.
They are both engaging in conversation with each other. You can tell one of them mentioned something funny, because they began to laugh; with Grumdag laughing loudly with gusto, and Spiritwind chuckling subtlety in his deep voice.
Suddenly, Grumdag’s ear twitches. He stops laughing at looks up to see you approaching.
“Ah, Garmaddon! Lady Arthrena! Glad you could make it!” he shouts in his boisterous baritone voice.
“Grumdag you old flea bag you, it’s been too long!” you say. Grumdag chuckles and walks toward the three of you. You meet in the center of the hall.
“Too long indeed, I was beginning to think your age had finally caught up to you old friend.” He says. He looks to Eos.
“Eos, always a pleasure.” He says respectfully. Eos nods in greetings. Eos never says much during these kinds of events, celebrations were never her forte. You see Spiritwind approach the group.
“Háu Garmaddon, Arthrena, and Eos.” He welcomes in his voice, to you it always sounds like rolling thunder through the skies whenever Spiritwind speaks.
“A pleasure, Spiritwind.” Arthrena says.
“You always were the last to the party, Spirit. Now I know I’m getting old.” You and the group share a chortle. “How are you two today?”
“Alive and kicking Gar. Ole’ Spirit here was just telling me one of the funniest buffalo jokes I have ever heard.” Grumdag said.
“The worst part is that it was all true.” Spiritwind said, a little chuckle escaped his lips after saying those words. Grumdag laughed again.
“How are the dragon’s doing? Have you forged any particularly large gems that you don’t mind trading with us Gar ole buddy?” Grumdag asked.
Grumdag has always had a particular interest in the acquisition of gems, his whole race always have a never ending hunger for these minerals. Most call it greed, they call it… affinity. The rarer it is, the better it is. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on what side you’re looking from, Canii cannot create gems. Only dragons can. Thus, trade between the Canii and the Dragons is always abundant, leaving you with riches and Grumdag with precious gems.
“I have recently had a giant sapphire forged by my sea serpents last week.” Arthrena said.
A familiar spark lit up in Grumdag’s eye at the mention of sapphire, his greed was obviously tickled.
“Sapphire, oh, how big?” he asks licking his lips.
“Bigger than Spiritwind,” Arthrena says, Spiritwind laughs, while Grumdag begins wagging his tail. “Forged during a hurricane, you can hear the thunder within it if you listen very close.” Arthrena continued, Grumdag began to pant happily, for a god, he was not one for manners, but hey, what can you do.
“I’m sure we’ll be able to discuss trade for it, after the celebration.” You say, indicating for Grumdag to get a hold of himself. He shakes his head and coughs boisterously.
“Oh uh, of course, after the celebration.” He mutters. You all share a laugh. Grumdag continues, “So Spirit, what do the prophecies say about today?” he questions. You all look toward the bison lord.
Spiritwind was a very peculiar god, of all the gods; he possessed a power that was very unique to him and him alone.
The power of foresight.
By reading the stars he is able to predict the future. While Morpheus may control their patterns, only Spiritwind can read them properly, and tell their secrets. Many a mortal have traveled far and wide to receive the wisdom of Spiritwind, and they would… for the price of a well cooked meal.
Spiritwind breathed deeply and looked up.
“I could see the stars predicting this day; they have blessed us. The birth of the princesses is a sign of good fortune for the kingdoms in the years to come.” He said.
You nod your head in understanding.
“However, it is also a sign of changes to come. We are not living in the world that we knew millennia ago. The stars are moving in directions even I cannot fully predict. But I have deduced this: There will be a great upheaval. Perhaps good, perhaps bad, but rest assured, it will be great.” He says.
Great upheaval? The princesses will start a great change. What kind of change? The death of Morpehus and Aurora? This is what you have been worrying about since this whole thing started-!
“If this event will be great, then it shall be of great joy then.” Grumdag says, interrupting your thoughts. The other gods nod in agreement, with you being the last.
“But that will be in due time, let us be merry, for now is a time of celebration! We are here to honor Morpheus and Aurora, and their two lovely daughters!” he says. The other gods nod in agreement once again, but you don’t
“Oh don’t be so dismissive dear Grumdag.” A sultry voice says.
A collective chill suddenly falls over the group. You look up to see a slender frame appear above you.
She is a strange creature, a combination of many animals that inhabit this world. She always did look wrong in your eyes.
Her body was that of a long green serpent that stretched down to a tail. Her right leg looked to be of a red dragon, something that you did not approve. While her left leg was a cloven foot of a bison. Her right arm was the sliver claw of a griffon, while her left arm was the claw of a canii. Her head was topped with the horn of a goat and of a bovine.
However her head was different. It was the head of a beautiful grey pony, with a white fluffy collection of hair atop her head. Her eyes were cat like, the left eye red, the right eye blue. She was a beautiful mishmash of beasts, and she was very mischievous. She was Eris, the mother of the draconequuses.
“Hello Eris… nice to see you again…” Grumdag spoke bitterly. Not you or any of the gods trusted Eris, not since she was placed on Equis with the lot of you. Her entire race is supernatural tricksters, always playing around and bothering in the affairs of other races. They live on their own island, the Island of Illusion, a very appropriate title. No race can get to it but the draconequuses; it is surrounded by a magical fog maintained by Eris. It added to the level of mistrust amongst the gods. The last any of you worked with her was when you fought the demons… they were desperate times.
The last time you’d seen her was about seven thousand years ago. You’d hoped it be longer. It’s not that you hate her, it’s just she rubs you the wrong way whenever you see her. You had been so caught up with the princesses that you forgot all about the fact that you would be seeing Eris again.
“How long have you been here Eris?” you ask cautiously. The figure laughs as if you told her a joke. She slithers through the air towards your face.
“Oh, long enough, I prefer to keep my presence here away from the public eye.” She says in her smooth voice. She travels down past your face and wraps herself around your neck, rubbing her slender frame against your scales.
It sends shivers down your spine.
“But never from you Garmaddon.” She coos.
Another thing about Eris, she flirts with everything that moves. Probably because she can reproduce with any species, given she is an amalgamation of most of them. But especially you, unlike Eos, who has genuine affection for you; you only see pure lust behind those multicolored eyes. It makes your stomach turn.
As Eris slides down your neck, you can see Arthrena’s face gain a look of disapproval, while the other gods tense up, especially Eos.
Eris slides off your frame and floats her way above the circle once again.
“You certainly have a knack for entrances.” Spiritwind said without any hint of humor.
“I pride myself on style,” Eris says, she then summons a lounge chair behind her and sits in it. “But back to the subject, your prophecy has me intrigued. I have been waiting for a change to come around; all this normality has become sooooo boring. But an upheaval you say, how exciting! It’s perfect for a little chaos…” she begins to chuckle gleefully.
Eris also likes to talk… a lot.
“There’ll be no chaos while were around Eris, so don’t go around getting ideas.” Grumdag sternly says.
“Oh, but of course, your all the champions of good. But Spiritwind said a great upheaval, which could possibly mean a… change of leadership?” she says.
“Is that a threat?” Eos says, speaking her first words since arriving to the throne room.
“No, just an idea; and as we all know idea’s can stick around.” Eris says. She looks at you on her final words. Can she read thoughts? No, no, that’s impossible.
“But don’t mind me, it’s all bout them two little pony stickers who brought us all here in the first place. I’ll just sit here, sipping my strawberry martini.” She says. She snaps her fingers and a party glass filled with the red beverage appears in her hand. She pulls out a silly straw out of no ware, sticks it in and begins sipping. An awkward silence follows. She waves her hand in a carry on motion for us to continue our conversation.
“So… um, right. Well anyway!” Grumdag starts up, regaining his merry spirits, “What stories have you to tell old Grumdag? It’s been a couple of years since I’ve last seen most of you, so when…”
Grumdag’s voice fades away. You have too much to think about. Eris’s words ring in your head, ‘Idea’s can stick around.’ How very true.
As said, the birth of the princesses is a sign of change. But what kind of change? Good, bad, you don’t know. All that Spiritwind could say is that it would be big. This worries you, maybe this is why you were worried before, and could this change lead Equis into an age where you and your fellow gods are no longer needed? If Morpheus and Aurora think so, then why shouldn’t you just go ahead and die?
Stop it, you’re frightening yourself. But still, it begs the question.
Are the mortals of Equis ready to face a world without their gods?
This thought troubles you deeply.
Your face must be showing your worry, because Eos has noticed you and is looking at you with concern. You look back at her and smile, she smiles back, but you can both tell that there is more to this event than what it seams.