Thear: Maeve: Moving

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It didn’t take long for the news to spread. The Residence had burnt down and as far as anyone knew everyone within the building at the time had died, including Aisling, the High Priestess of Persephone. Maeve had done everything she could to seem sad when she heard the news, not wanting anyone to suspect her, but once she was along she started preparing for her next move. Having Aisling’s warning meant Maeve was entirely packed and all she needed to do was wait for the others to join her. She was just glad they’d chosen somewhere that was outside town, because hearing that the Residence really was gone, that Aisling had once again been right, was more than a little terrifying. What else was she going to be right about?

The High Priestess of Persephone had been Maeve’s friend at the Training Temple, because she was also a true Priestess. It had been hard to be one of the few who really heard the voice of a deity, until she met Aisling and realised how easy it was for her, because she wasn’t connected to the Goddess of Prophecy. Knowing what the future was going to bring was something Maeve would have wished on her worst enemy. At the same time she was grateful she was friends with someone who did know what was going to happen. Thear was changing and everyone was a little unsure about what was coming.

Maeve knew a little and that little was enough to make her realise she didn’t want to be around for them. Her country was going to end up going to war for something that seemed utterly pointless to her, because she knew the deities existed and they wanted Thear to stay whole. Unfortunately those speaking for the deities weren’t true Priests or Priestess, so they were following their own hearts instead of the hearts of the deities, which would lead to, according to Aisling, a time of strife followed by a time of separation. Those who knew were already beginning the separation in order to save the lives of the true Priests and Priestesses, as well as the mixed bloods.

Sighing, Maeve did her best to look as though she was just waiting for her friends so they could go shopping. It was something they did often enough for it not to seem strange, even though she had just ‘lost’ a friend. Aisling was already in North Square, safe from the people who wanted to kill her, and that was where they’d be heading. Eventually. That was the problem with being early, but Maeve hadn’t been able to sit around any longer. Not when she knew there might be people out searching for her too.

“Hey, Maeve,” a recognisable male voice called from behind and she turned to look at her brother with a sense of relief. “How are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, honestly, even though she wasn’t answering the question that anyone else believed she was. “It’s been a strange day.”

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

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