The Human - Soothsayer *ON HOLD*

CHAPTER 13

There were many paths that led down the mountain and out of the woods, but many had long since dwindled from underuse, and many led nowhere or to bad ends. They were lucky. Hennessey was a savant when it came to traversing the area, and Ty took the opportunity to learn more of the elf, as well as descendancy.

Erudite. Vereor. Animus. Anima. Obitus. Titans that had once ruled the earth.

Everybody knew that. It was drilled into your head the moment you were born. Pray for all the good that has happened today. Pray before you eat. Pray by the fives, hail Titans. Ty never did – his family never did. But he knew of the Titans just as any other person you'd find on the streets. Gods that had once walked the earth, people would say, monotoned as if reading off a list. Immortals that started the era before time were recorded. Deities that were worshipped.

And descendants? Descendants were the 'children' of the Titans, in a sense. Descendants weren't immortal. They don't live longer, and they die just like any other person. But they're different for the powers they wield, the fraction of a power drawn from the Titans. 'A binding covenant between loyal names and divinity.' He remembered reading off a Holy Writ he'd found somewhere a while back. It had stuck to him for some reason despite him not making much sense of it at the time. Now he understood. A contract for the disciples, the early worshippers.

Hennessey's families were descendants of Anima, descendants of life. She didn't seem to enjoy speaking about them; her face screwed into a scowl at the beginning of the subject. It took some prodding that finally got her talking, and even then it was broken mutters, a sentence or two about her grandmother that had once brought a man back to life. He stopped asking after that, curbing his curiosity. It was enough to bring about a new meaning to the title 'resurrector', and not for the first time that day, Ty wondered what kind of background the girl had for her to come by these parts of the land.

He was grateful when Hennessey steered clear of inquiring about him. Much like the elf, Ty did not want to talk about himself, moreso about what happened in Havenridge. It wasn't exactly a lack of trust, though Ty couldn't deny the wariness that still sat between him and Hennessey. There were a few times he caught inquisitive side glances from the girl, glances that wondered how he'd ended up in the river halfway to death's door, but the questions were respectfully held back always, and he'd pretend he never saw her interest in the first place. For now, it was something he was not ready to broach; his mind still reeling chaotically about his own powers. Powers he had no knowledge of in his fifteen years of life.

They covered other descendants the two of them knew of. The earth benders from the dwarves and the human summoners were ones he had already known. He wasn't surprised to learn that Hennessey had a broader knowledge on the topic.

'Seers are the elven descendants of Erudite, clerics are Animus' and illusionists Vereor's,' she said, her fingers counting as she listed on. 'I don't know a lot about descendants outside of the elves, only of the passed oracles from the reapers, the orc infernis and warriors, and human healers.'

'I didn't know healers are descendants,' said Ty.

'They're a vigilant bunch. And as Anima's followers, healers are also rare,' Hennessey said, then added quickly, 'that's from what I heard.'

Ty thought of the doctor in his early thirties that had set up shop in the lower district a few months back. He didn't know the man; medicine was too expensive so he never went in, but he'd always steal a look whenever he passed by. It never struck him that the doctor was a descendant. He didn't seem like one. But then again, neither did Ty.

'Are there any descendants under Obitus?' he asked after a moment of thought. The elf had not brought up the Titan amongst her listings.

'He's the Titan of death,' she said, glancing over. 'Elves do not worship him. However, those summoners you mentioned could possibly be of Obitus. After all, he is the lord of the underworld.'