Thy Will Be Done
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
"Sometimes there is this gut feeling. It comes from here." His hand was knotted to a fist against the space between his chest and his belly.
"It tells you that the world has arrayed itself against you, no matter which way you turn. Mykel was gone. And there was nothing in my power that could bring the boy back to his mother. In return, I kept her with me, preventing her from going to wherever Artemas had hidden him away.
Neither my will nor hers could oppose the will of... Priest Kings, perhaps.
Next time...
I shall not search for Nereis."
The metal worker grew quiet with those last words. Words that made little sense to any but himself, perhaps.
