10-30-2013, 10:37 PM
Gods...
For all Michael's questions and searching, he had not considered the possibility. He dismissed it without any serious consideration. He had found the Atharim knew precious little in the way of actual fact about the power and myths and legends were so often corrupted.
Besides, any Gods who were thrown from their thrones by the people that worshipped them did not deserve the name. No, he doubted very much he was a God.
Nonetheless, myth had some grain of truth, more often than not. Fear of the power and corruption sounded much more plausible. But now was not the time to think about such things. Whatever the truth was, it would matter little if Goivanni couldn't do anything with it.
An idea formed in his mind, raw and volatile. Dangerous, certainly, but it would be swift and effective if it paid off.
Just a little more...
He pulled in as much of the power as he possibly could and spun a net of power - Fire, Air and Earth - but left it unformed, re-working the pattern. He would have to be precise or it would go very, very badly.
"Do you feel like a god?"
he asked, his voice cool and distant in the void of emotion. "Hunted and trembling in fear is not the action of a God, surely? We fumble in the dark through a path of daggers to wield this power and we still know barely anything about it. Tell me, what do you think about yourself?"
It might seem trivial, but the question was important. The seed needed to be planted even when they were being forced to grow.
For all Michael's questions and searching, he had not considered the possibility. He dismissed it without any serious consideration. He had found the Atharim knew precious little in the way of actual fact about the power and myths and legends were so often corrupted.
Besides, any Gods who were thrown from their thrones by the people that worshipped them did not deserve the name. No, he doubted very much he was a God.
Nonetheless, myth had some grain of truth, more often than not. Fear of the power and corruption sounded much more plausible. But now was not the time to think about such things. Whatever the truth was, it would matter little if Goivanni couldn't do anything with it.
An idea formed in his mind, raw and volatile. Dangerous, certainly, but it would be swift and effective if it paid off.
Just a little more...
He pulled in as much of the power as he possibly could and spun a net of power - Fire, Air and Earth - but left it unformed, re-working the pattern. He would have to be precise or it would go very, very badly.
"Do you feel like a god?"
he asked, his voice cool and distant in the void of emotion. "Hunted and trembling in fear is not the action of a God, surely? We fumble in the dark through a path of daggers to wield this power and we still know barely anything about it. Tell me, what do you think about yourself?"
It might seem trivial, but the question was important. The seed needed to be planted even when they were being forced to grow.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."