“We’ve been blessed by your gods,” he said. “The cruelties of the world are behind us now. Our child will never know them.” I closed my eyes, wanting to believe him. Wanting to forget the blood that was spilled by our hands, wanting to believe we could start fresh just as my tribe had in that small vale so long ago, wanting to believe that this time, our peace would last. But I remembered the voice. Thieves, dragons, and tears. It still followed me. Even as we stood there, I heard the voice on the wind, calling out again with words I had heard before. From the loins of Morrighan, Hope will be
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