So, um, what is this, really. These blurbs are mostly about Jane, Mithos is barely even in them, but whatever. I just can't stop writing.
the library
Jane is finding it hard to concentrate on her work.
She's bent over her father's old, wooden desk, flipping through yellowed pages of every book she owns, desperately trying to find if anybody has ever written anything that makes sense. Surely not everyone has switched sides that easily. There has to be someone out there who doesn't support the Church of Martel; someone must have spoken out somewhere at sometime.
But if someone did, there are no records of it ever happening.
Newspapers from across the globe are scattered across the desk. The Royal Tribune from Meltokio, which is often known for its scathing reviews of political happenings, holds nothing. The Wilder Gazette, founded and published by the wealthiest family in all of Tethe'alla, doesn't mention the Church even once. No one is saying anything. No one is speaking out.
Jane sinks down into her seat and holds her head in her hands. She is only eighteen. A little girl, a mere woman in a world of men. The elves all know the secret behind the Church, but they would rather watch the humans suffer than take action against Cruxis. She is the only one willing to do anything. But she's a silly little girl, the daughter of a dead man, living in the ruins of a temple, worshiping a forgotten religion. No one is going to listen to her.
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