"I am the one thing in life I can control. I am inimitable , I am an original ."
Wise One.He had heard his father speak of him numerous times, and despite his age, Regis knew precisely who he was, at least now. Oriens was the one who stood before them, the patron God of their home who watched over and protected them. His name had been uttered on the lips of those huddled together inside the citadel, and although it had taken time, he had finally come to answer those hushed prayers for salvation.
But, because he is so young, smart though he may be, the sickly child couldn’t comprehend what might truly be happening around them, nor the cause of it. All that he did know were the fantastical stories he’d been told since before he could even formulate a word of his own.
His lips drew back in a thoughtful manner, taking a quick glance around those gathered, and the moment his uncle had finished speaking, the dun took a small, but brave step closer and spoke up.
IF YOU STAND FOR NOTHING, WHAT WILL YOU FALL FOR?
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