IF I DO NOT KILL one of these three people my mother will die.
How the fuck am I supposed to kill any of them?
I have known them for half a day. They have no training, no discipline—and yet they are twice the warrior as the people I have fought with that have trained for their whole lives and twice the friend as the people I have known my whole life.
How could I kill any of them? How could I live with myself?
But what other choice do I have?
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A Shrine to an Unknown God
FantasyAntigone Katsaros was born and raised in a cult. Now, at eighteen, she doesn't know what wifi is, but she's well-versed in the old gods. [A Wattpad featured story.]
