Sudden brain blast, lemme know what you think!
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We didn't want this to happen. We do care, despite our reputations. But this was something we did not foresee, we did not see this coming.
When the child was born, his destiny laid before us, we rejoiced, for the end to the pain was near. He would not know that he was the Hero to save them all, he would walk the path, guided by us. We would help if need be, Eran and Mora, Shra and I, we would intervene, we needed the land to be free of the suffocating darkness that crept across it.
And then he betrayed us. He found out about his destiny, his independent side rebelled, and he turned away. He went off to live a life that would never suit him, and let his home-land suffer. The one Hero to help, the last for a hundred years, just walked away, and we were forced to sit back and watch as the years crept slowly by. Anarian, the once proud land, grew cold and icy with the hate in the peoples hearts, the wails of sadness, prayers of vengeance grew more common, and we were nearly drowned in the malice.
Slowly, steadily, the time grew near. We waited silently, we did not walk among them. For though we be the Gods, we cannot bend time.
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It is a spur of the moment thing, so comments and nitpicks welcome. I'm thinking of making this a book, so anything ya'll can offer will be most appreciated.
