Digging for answers

[Claude Saint-Clair]

The light was still there and it made the pounding in his head grow. ”I’d much prefer is we could stay in the dark.” he said to Eliot, still covering his face from the light.

Thankfully, Eliot obliged. Claude moved his hand down and sat back, rubbing his temples. He didn’t speak more, but he listened. So there seemed to be a coalition for people in the Atharim who could channel the god powers: a secret society within a secret a secret society. A coalition for people like him and Nora.

He could channel too, and Claude wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Claude would much rather he or Nora couldn’t. Nora was really struggling with this, and she deserved so much better than the fear and guilt she seemed to be feeling. Apparently Eliot knew someone who could teach him. He’d have to learn to control it, or he would die. Claude like learning new skills, but this - he found it hard to get any excitement for it. He would do what he had to do to survive and then leave it alone.