Claimed by my Brother
I asked again, trying to be more direct in hopes that she would too.
"There was once a man from a distant land," she started in a sing-song voice, a candle lit up on its own and then another and another, revealing the stone walls decorated with engravings in an old and forgotten language. "He was a king, and yet he felt that even his might was stronger than the Gods." She turned to face the walls. Her blonde hair was radiating in the candlelight. "He believed the Gods should make him king and invited an old God to join him for a feast." The candles flickered now as if even the light knew of what was to come next, "he asked the God to grant him the gift of becoming a God himself and when the