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It is rumoured that few have the power, or the determination to challenge the gods. Gifted Ones can be destroyed by the ever-lasting immortals instantly, should the bearer of the Gift become a nuisance. Four ways have been found to oppose the beings that supposedly created mortals - …
Daine's eyes travelled to the methods. The first was contacting Uusoae, asking for her assistance. Daine discarded this immediately; firstly Uusoae had been trapped in her realms by Mother Flame and Father Universe, and secondly last time she had been freed, Daine had aided her imprisonment. So, that was not a wise choice. Trust Ozorne to go for the first one.
The second was to create a natural disaster, and intensify it. While the gods were distracted, the creator killed himself or herself, slipped out of the Realms of the Dead and attacked the gods. Too complicated, Daine decided. Plus, it had been done before in Tortall, with the same people.
The third was completely ridiculous. She wished Ozorne had tried this one. It was an absurd concoction of rhymes to chant whilst dropping items that were near impossible to find, into a glacier in Scanra. On top of all that rubbish, the chanter had to dance naked! The author was joking, she decided, momentarily wondering if Ozorne really had tried that. He was certainly gullible enough to believe it. But the fourth one… that one just might work. She considered it for a second, before deciding that she had lost all there was to lose.
On her way out of the library, thick book included, she touched two fingers to her lips, and brushed them on a portrait of Numair.
"I'm doing this for you," she told the painting. "So we can be together again. And we will be together again."
She could have sworn the picture shook his shadowy head. But it was a figment of her imagination. She wasn't going to give up so easily, not when she had just found a way through all this nightmare. The real Numair would want this.