Fawkes

Fawkes was a god. He was quite sure of that by now. It had been difficult for him to process at first because he obviously didn't feel like a god, but faced with the empirical evidence that had surrounded him almost every day since his birth, he had to concede at some point. He had done impossible things. He had destroyed armies, healed the sick, and caused crops to grow without weeks of rain. The prophets had told him he was a god, and he wasn't inclined to disagree with him.