The Great Slaughter

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This is the solution.

This is the only way I can reclaim my life, my possessions my own home! Whoever this divine being is, I only ever hope of thanking them. I crack a smile and for the first time, my tears a sign of happiness. In this moment of joy I realize, how am I meant to be a follower. What does being a follower even mean?

A moment passes and the runes seems to change. I wipe my tears and see the runes sorting and arranging themselves to new symbols. Therefore, a new message. I figured if the only way to understand it is by touching it, then why not.

My finger turns a paler shade again. I question if I should worry but I quickly push the thought away. "Be the greatest you can be. The greatest mage."

And with that my smile was completely wiped off. There's no such thing as a mage, that's child play! Happiness turns to rage, and it grows inside me. This brainless, outrageous messenger raises my hopes only to eradicate them fully in a moment's notice. No such thing as a mage exists.

I scoffed, stepping back. "You reckon me a fool?" My voice rises. My breathing quickens and turns ragged. The symbols spirals and organize themselves once more. My eye twitches and...

...I reached for it again, trying to understand.

...I walk away, looking for help.