“Ezradrean! Enough!”
I whimpered, calling off the shadows around Timothy and myself.
“But Orlowe… I was having fun watching him die.”
“You will learn to control this, child. In all due time you won’t have as many urges to watch them die, yes you will still want to see it, but it won’t be as common or as often.”
I sulked back to our tent, leaving Timothy to suffer alone. Flopping onto my bed I held up a hand, swirling a little ball of shadow energy around my hand.
“Ezra, would you like to learn how to bring a person back from the dead? I think you can handle it.”
“Yes please, Orlowe… can we actually try it today?”
“No, child. Doing what you did usually takes many years to learn and master but you did it in one day. You will rest for the day and start this tomorrow… by then your fathers should be home if anything falters.”
For the next few hours I lounged around the tent, poking at Chuck from time to time. I looked through the bookshelf for anything thing to do. Pulling out a book at random, I read over the title, “Priestly Preening: How to be Like Your Betters”. Flipping through it I picked up a few key words like; Smite, Holy Word, Holy Fire, etc.
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Essence of Ezra
FantasyIn the poorer part of the cult grounds we join Ezradrean Yrio on the journey of her life. Literally. Watch as she recalls the events that really shaped her as the insane beast she is today.
