“You have disappointed us, human.” His bellowing voice echoed throughout the entire throne room, bouncing off the marble walls until it reached Jen’s ears again. Authority radiated out from the magnificent god’s corporal body. Jen cowered before the mighty war lord.
“Mr.—um, sir?” Jen whimpered. Spasms shook his arms. Cold sweat and tears mingled on his face, a salt bath that would only worry Jen more.
“Stop. Blubbering,” The god thundered, “We do not give second chances to those who whine.” Jen held his breath, holding back the tears that threatened to cause a downpour. He clutched his eyes closed and nodded his head, knees resting on the frostbitten, stone floor.
“Stop, my brother. Can you not see that the poor boy is absolutely petrified?” The old, wrinkled god spoke for the first time. “We shall let Reason decide the boy’s fate; it is not our place to do so.” The malevolent war god let a wry smile cross his face.
“Who, then brother shall summon her? I wish not to be the victim of her wrath as I was last time. Shall it be you?” Silence took the gray-haired sea god. His blue eyes screamed with worry.
“I shall.” Then he started to chant in a language unknown to Jen. His speaking was slow and whispered. Jen shook with unease. The ancient verses began to take speed. More rapid and loud it became, until it was just short of screaming. A tremor took the massive room, and the words stopped. Absolute quiet haunted the air around Jen.
“Mr.—um, sir?” Jen whimpered. Spasms shook his arms. Cold sweat and tears mingled on his face, a salt bath that would only worry Jen more.
“Stop. Blubbering,” The god thundered, “We do not give second chances to those who whine.” Jen held his breath, holding back the tears that threatened to cause a downpour. He clutched his eyes closed and nodded his head, knees resting on the frostbitten, stone floor.
“Stop, my brother. Can you not see that the poor boy is absolutely petrified?” The old, wrinkled god spoke for the first time. “We shall let Reason decide the boy’s fate; it is not our place to do so.” The malevolent war god let a wry smile cross his face.
“Who, then brother shall summon her? I wish not to be the victim of her wrath as I was last time. Shall it be you?” Silence took the gray-haired sea god. His blue eyes screamed with worry.
“I shall.” Then he started to chant in a language unknown to Jen. His speaking was slow and whispered. Jen shook with unease. The ancient verses began to take speed. More rapid and loud it became, until it was just short of screaming. A tremor took the massive room, and the words stopped. Absolute quiet haunted the air around Jen.
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