Or was it now that they had nearly won, that they supposed themselves to be having their doubts? Was it in fact for the very reason that they could march their way towards the High King's gates and hope for victory that they found themselves so shattered? For as optimistically as all had spoken, all still seemed surprised that they would make it this far.
Perhaps, what they really feared was the change they would bring. They had exposed the flesh of the Stormfront so strongly with their wars that now they could reach a hand towards its very beating heart and stop it and it entirely if they so wished.
That level of responsibility that bordered something that ought to have been asked more of Gods than men.
And who were they?
That was the question – that was what made Nila stand up now, and scream and the night sky. She howled like a wolf until her throat was roar, trying to kick that dreadful dream to the furthest recesses of her memory.
Who were they?
