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The wolves slow their pace as they hear the screams.
Tyr jumps out ahead of the pack and stops in front of Kimbahla.
"Should we not go back and help him? It pains
me to hear my brother's cries. They cut through to my very being."
"It is not worth our troubles. He will only reject
us again, maybe even attack. He is always so violent and confused in the
beginnings. He did not even recognize you, Tyr. He will soon get over the
shock of rebirth again. I sometimes hope his creator will do something
to lessen his pains, like he has always done with you and your sister,
Terra. But then he is the one who must always be caught in the middle.
It is destiny. We will come out after him in the morning. He will be pleased
to see all of us then. Do not fret, Tyr, he never remembers the pain once
it has gone. He is not going anywhere tonight, I can tell."
The pack begins it's move to the city again, the hunger
glowing in their eyes.
Prayer of Fools
And the Lord he will
uphold
if you hold strong
your faith
the small, the weak,
the feeble of mind,
and those fallen of
grace
and in the end he
will lift us up
to the stronghold
of the mighty gates
to find it is just
another dream
doth feeble minds
hath made.
Old English prayer
author forgotten to
time...

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