Of Gods Magic And Men
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Once again I was wrong
He walked back and forth in the shadows,the darkness obscuring him to the point of a silhouette. But as he went I noticed his form change and blur, sometimes resembling that of a child before shifting into something much bigger and hairier then morphing back again.
"Oh Fin haven't you realized it yet" the voice asked mockingly, "us deities and gods alike have been watching you closely, seeing how you stack up against what this world has to offer" I heard a laugh "and frankly I have to say, I'm not impressed".
He let a sliver of his face be shown in the firelight
I had been so wrong
"Tell me who you are" I ask, although the answer couldn't have been clearer.
Once again he laughed, a strange and horrifying mix between that of a child and a beasts. "I really don't see how it matters" he finally says, "you'll die all the same"
The campfire went out leaving me in darkness
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