Jun 15 2020, 05:36 PM
James walked slowly away from the colosseum, head low and brows slightly furrowed. He had a lot to think about, that was for sure. He stopped and swallowed, doubt circling in his thoughts like vultures.
I don't want my children to suffer that fate, he thought, ears pinning.
No... no one would suffer that fate. Not if he could help it. Though... what could he even do? He was no warrior. He was a child with an unusual magical ability, with no experience in stopping cults. He may as well be a mosquito with all the good he'd do. They'd swat him down without a second thought.
He'd have to grow up first before he even thought of rebellion.
Though... reading, writing. What was that all about?
The rest of the meeting was a blur, him being barely able to listen past the massive shapes of monsters and beings straight out of a nightmare. Scary...
@Gaul