[ WP ] `` Keep your head low , '' my mother said . `` That 's the woman who killed our gods . ''

`` How'' I asked wonder blocking out the reality. 
 `` By claiming their power for herself and killing every single one''. My mother was not a harsh person but her eyes could have sliced rock. 
 
 My father took us home from the market. Our cabin was strangely quite his laughter that always seemed to boom wilted under the fact that the trade goods he hoped to sell failed to pass inspection the third time. 
 
 I spent the entire night in silent prayer with my parents to gods who would never again hear us. The connection our people had was cut off our prayers pointless. We did them now as an act of rebellion against Sundera Godslayer. 
 
 I grew up that night when I opened my eyes to find my parents faces covered in tears. They had lived when the Gods gave their voice to the world and suffered no evil to pass. The adults seemed to feel the Passing the most. 
 
 I left the house when my parents slept and made my way to the big temple district. Filled now with vagrants and refuse where once stood statues and stacks of offerings. 
 
 The godslayer was known to roam the place in an attempt to stop any worshippers who left anything for their priests. The holiest men and woman where left in a state of semi-life by the Gods Passing. 
 
 I found her opening a doorway into the warding path a route only allowed to those who had been ordained as a priest. I snuck behind her and readied my fathers largest carving knife. 
 
 Inhumanly quick she grabbed me by my neck and slammed me hard enough against the wall to make me see black spots in my vision. 
 
 `` Who sent you to kill me'' her voice was gravely and her eyes conveyed the doom she could bring upon me. 
 
 `` No one but myself God slayer filth'' I tried to spit but she just threw me to the side. 
 
 `` What have I done to you little one'' she said as I picked myself up from the ground. 
 
 `` We live in poverty where we once had everything. You took our light away monster'' I rushed her then but she moved around me and pushed me to the floor again. 
 
 `` Those gods never did it out of kindness. They wanted to use us as fodder for their power''. 
 
 `` Liar'' 
 
 `` Let me show you the truth then''. She picked me up like a sack of potatoes and carried me to the inner sanctum of the gods. 
 
 `` This is blasphemy'' I screamed but she just carried me through the gates and planted me on the ground. In front of the main throne. A machine was at its side. It seem to shift as I dtared at it and I could nver truly grasp its dimensions. 
 
 `` This is it. The machine that allowed them to comunicate with our thoughts no magic and no divine gift''. She seemed to look at it as a monster more then a machine though. 
 
 I wondered if her aprehensions were guilt or fear at what she did. I returned home as quickly as I could while she just stood their. I turned away whenever I was asked to pray however. 
 
 
 

