Saturday, December 4, 2010

Day One Hundred and Twenty-Five

Day 125: 04 Dec 2010

We were flying South -- far south -- when the God of the Skies let me know the God of the Land had risen.

"Um, isn't that a bad thing? Wasn't I supposed to stop that?"

I didn't need to speak out loud -- I knew he could hear my thoughts. Still, it felt odd having a conversation completely in my head. I felt better talking.

It is no matter, he thought to me. His rise was inevitable. Besides, he will be stuck on that island without me to carry him. We have bigger problems on our hands.

"Like what?" I asked.

I got no answer.

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