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The Pretender God Chapt. 5 Pt. 2As the chilling winds blew down from the high snow-capped peaks, they sent a chill through the old merman. Bundled in furs, his teeth chattered against the growing cold as he huddled next to his horse for warmth. His back to the beast, he snuck a glance over his shoulder every now and again to eye the creature suspiciously. It merely stared back at him, saying nothing, but seeming to look at him with what seemed to Tom to be hungry eyes.Tomdril himself was rather famished, so he removed from his person a strange, orange vegetable. The farmers who had sold it (among other such foods) to him had called it a “care-rot”; indeed a strange name, especially when one considered that it did not taste rotten at all. In fact, he actually found it quite enjoyable… for a vegetable.Most Seafolk hardly ate vegetables (unless they were full of starch), for fruit was far more valuable on the open oceans. The last thing one wanted was to get scurvy and have their teeth fall out. Tha
The Pretender God Chapt. 5 Pt. 1The Prince-Regent, Cyneric Godwinson af Súrr, walked briskly through the corridors of the Royal Palace, all the while being harassed by hordes of bureaucrats, all seeking approval for this and that. Cyneric was discouraged somewhat that he was not permitted to fend them off with his sword; a pity to be sure. A few good swipes and a well placed shot or two and he would no longer had to deal with their constant requests.“My lord! I bring a bill awaiting your signature in regards to the scutage…”"My lord! I need you to sign this affidavit…”"My lord! If you could just affix your seal…”“My lord! If…”“My lord! Could you…” And on, and on, and on. If this was what his uncle had to put up with for all those years, it was no wonder he was such a wretched person. The young prince had barely lasted one year as regent. Suffice to say, the prospect of three-four more was not overly enticing. S
The Pretender God Chapt. 5 Prologue Pt. 2“I see. So he has captured a daemon.”The Holy Empress leaned back on her knees as she took a minute to mull over all she had heard. The goddess’ head was swarming with so many minute calculations; the possibilities seemed endless. At length she focused once more on her daemon, making clear her renewed hope.“You do realize what this means, mistress?” The daemon did not look up.“Yes…” Naoko paused briefly before continuing. “He has fulfilled one more piece of the prophecy. Even Konago was incapable of fulfilling that part, and how certain I once was that he was ‘The One’.”The Holy Empress put her hand to her chin, rubbing at it thoughtfully.“How I wonder…” She began.“What, Holy Empress?”“How I wonder why I am not filled with greater…‘excitement,’ over this revelation.” She brought her hand down, resting it once more upon her knee. “Aft