[ Or, perhaps, was the word chaos? It echoes in the psychic landscape between them, unspoken. She and Sevilia have spoken of the idea, once or twice, the similarities between the thing that possessed the Godking and the scourge that Sevilia had fought.]
The tale goes, that in the age of his birth he was heralded as a gift to magic. So innately talented. He was raised like a prince, with all the best tutors and privileges. But he outgrew them, and he killed them. As he burned more and more, there was no one to challenge him.
[ A slow, thoughtful pause, has she answered his question? ]
no subject
[ Or, perhaps, was the word chaos? It echoes in the psychic landscape between them, unspoken. She and Sevilia have spoken of the idea, once or twice, the similarities between the thing that possessed the Godking and the scourge that Sevilia had fought.]
The tale goes, that in the age of his birth he was heralded as a gift to magic. So innately talented. He was raised like a prince, with all the best tutors and privileges. But he outgrew them, and he killed them. As he burned more and more, there was no one to challenge him.
[ A slow, thoughtful pause, has she answered his question? ]
He swelters inside. His own flames consume him.