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Mar. 10th, 2014
We are together and yet we are apart. The deities, as you call them, are the same as us, but they are also very different. I’ve watched them for millennia, trying to understand them, because their connection to the many races of the multiverse is nothing like ours. Maybe their problem is that they are less patient than us, therefore they feel the need to go to the races instead of waiting for the races to come to them, the way we do and always have done. For those of you who are interested in names I am known to you as Papa Legba and I am the one who opens the door.
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There were days when Persephone couldn’t believe that her only daughter was nearly 300 years old. She could still remember the day, as she could with both her sons, that Callidora had been born. It had been a rainy mid-autumn day, so it made sense that Callie loved the autumn more than any other season. Archimedes, her eldest son, had been a winter boy. He’d been born on the day of the first snow that year, over a millennium before Callie. Phelix was a spring boy. Giving birth to such a bright boy, a boy whose eyes always reminded her of the first buds of spring, was a surprise because both she and Hades were dark. He was 500 years older than Callie.
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Update: 10th March 2014
Mar. 10th, 2014 06:37 pmMy donor perks have been updated. Come and have a look.
Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.