Rain shattered my sleep. I stood up and remembered the events of the night before. I saw that there were still some sections of the building smoldering, it had just started raining, I guessed. I walked to where the stairs to the second story stood. They were tattered, but standing. The second floor, however, was nowhere to be seen. The stairs stood as the only upright object in the center of the flattened debris.
I walked around, pushing and pulling until I saw a hand. A small hand. I knelt down and began digging furiously at the ruins around that tiny fragile hand. I found Moira. My little Moira. She had been feisty. Her ebony hair clung to her wet face as I pulled her to me. Her life was gone; I could feel that without my Gift. I held her away and wiped some water off of her tiny dark face. Her eyes were barely open, but enough for me to see the hazy glaze of death.
Those men, the fire, and now, after everything else that ravaged their poor little bodies, the rain made their clothes cling to their huddled little bodies, it made them slip out of my tired and injured hands. After everything that had happened, she wouldn't even stop the rain.
I looked up into the downpour as I held her, my little friend Moira. I screamed, loud and wordless. I screamed until my throat was raw and gasping sobs escaped from my mouth. And then I whispered, "Save your children. They were yours for protecting and you let them die, now bring them back." I looked back up into the pouring rain and scratched out another scream, "Bring them back!"
I waited, and nothing, I prayed and nothing. I was convulsing from cold, from anger, from grief. I made a promise to them right then, and a promise to myself. I would find the men that had hurt them, and I would make sure that each one paid with his life. "If you won't help them, if you won't avenge them, I will." I hoped that she was listening, our "goddess." I hoped that she felt my hate and that she choked on it, because after I was done with them, I would find a way to her. Were the Gods truly immortal? We would find out.
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