"I guess it's actually the perfect time to inspect the statue," Lucy said, following behind an eager Jasper on the dirt path to the altar of destruction. "Since everyone will be at the party for a little while longer."
"Exactly," Jasper smiled back as Lucy walked much slower than him and he always forgot to adjust his pace to hers. "And even if we are spotted there it won't be that strange. We can always say we came to watch the end of the run."
Lucy supposed he was right and remembered why it was he didn't want others involved in his interests. "Have you found anything knew about the King's Dairy?"
Jasper squinted his eyes, recalling everything he had gathered in the last few weeks of extensive research in Attwood's library. "Nothing particularly noteworthy. The last good king wasn't one to write much down. More of a man of doing, actually. Which makes sense, since it was said he was a carpenter before he became a vessel."
"That explains why Attwood is so beautifully constructed," Lucy noted. "But if he didn't write much, what makes you think he left behind a diary?"
"We'll actually lately I've been thinking that maybe the diary isn't actually a diary at all," Jasper replied. "Maybe it's the pursuit of the King's knowledge that makes one truly understand his teachings. Perhaps we're never meant to learn his words, but to create our own wills while we search for true meaning in his."
"Wow," Lucy facetiously gasped. "That was very insightful."
"Yeah I know," Jasper snarked back. "It's almost like I'm proving my own point."
The two friends laughed as they arrived at the god of destruction's shrine with his stone hands stretched out to his sides in ever perfect balanced symmetry.
"It does make you think," Jasper said, staring up at the god. "What was it the last good king intended when he built this school? These monuments? And what did the gods make of it all? Were they pleased by his devotion, or did he still fail to reach their expectations?"
Lucy gazed up at the god of destruction's eyes, feeling the stone held too much clarity. "But did you ever stop to wonder how the gods failed us?"
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Algernon Black
Romansa"Gods aren't born. They rise." Algernon Black is the most infamous boy known throughout his world for a prophecy that would make him a god if he sacrificed the one he loved most. Downcast and disheartened, Algernon never paid the rumors much mind, u...
