Entry Nine: Hivermourne (The Fortuneteller, The Chalice) by Aínn'leás | World Anvil

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Wed 1st Apr 2020 06:26

Entry Nine: Hivermourne (The Fortuneteller, The Chalice)

by Aínn'leás A'oileáin

There have been changes in the jungle, back home. I was uncertain what it meant, but now...
 
We went to a soothsayer. I doubted their ability, but Rahnce's reaction... he wept. I have never seen him grieve before. And then they turned to me.
 
"Flames against the creeping green, hunger in the roots. Foreign knowledge he must glean, the servant usurps the queen, a temple of ill-repute, he reaches for the absolute."
 
I am more certain than ever that I am in the right place. But what does this — a servant usurps the queen? My mother has passed. My goddess could not be usurped. I heard her voice. I have not heard it since childhood. And worse, was Siklil's. That gentle rasp. He spoke so softly in life. I remember feeling the hiss in his throat when he spoke, head bent over my shoulder while I sharpened my blades. I miss him so much. I miss so many things.
 
It was a full moon. I left to pay my respects to my goddess, staying up through the night and playing her songs. And I felt watched, through it. And then I saw a steel cup at the edge of the lake, and thousands of bodies dressed in armor, all different people, all different armor.
 
I took the cup. It bore a griffon with its heart exposed and a crown upon its head.