Sacred Ghost-Gods

Once there was a boy whose brother was killed by a flaming dragon, whose mother was lost and whose father was dead. He was a bittersweet mess of misfortune and possibility, a saved creature.

Once there was a girl whose dreams became her reality, whose mother was not lost and whose father was not dead. She dreamt of razor-mouthed boys, of hornets and ravens, of forests and dead things.

Once there was a boy who was a pristine and fine-lined thing to the Aglionby name. He was unspecial, but special all the same, able to believe in the profound and distrust the superficial. He was surrounded by magnificent creatures.

Once there was a girl who could not see the other side, hear the other side or feel the other side. She was gauche and human, unlike those she knew. She wanted to change, but a bargin would have to be ensued.

A life dreamt and a life spent. Cabeswater, unlike any other divine entity, could not be found so easily. But Cabeswater, as promising and as old as it was, was not the one being sought out. It was finding on its own.

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