My memory often stumbles back to those times. The time of gods and giants. The time of war, when Sol was ravaged by a vengeful beast who claimed to be king. That monarchy would be toppled by my hand. A lost light bearer in realms beyond scolded us for not mantling the osmium throne, and becoming rulers of the deep. But that is the way of the shadow. That is not my way. That is not our way. Surrounding oneself with death does not make you the reaper. But in turn, surrounding oneself with light does not make you a god.
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The Journal of Sâbyr-13
FanfictionThis is a collection of stories depicting my main character from Destiny, the exo warlock Sabyr-13, and her interactions with different characters and events in the story of the game and in my own headcannon. These are depictions of events that take...
