A goddess offers Wraithvine's apprentice mage the ability to resurrect the newly dead. But the price is that their magic, and most of their stamina, is wiped out for the next 24 hours. -- The New Guy
Of offers from the gods is meant to come in crumbling temples. In deserts, where the Divine can find a mind crying out to the stars. In working with Wraithvine, and walking with Wraithvine, he had seen and heard many things.
He never expected to get an offer from the gods in a fallow field.
Mastorava was a glowing shape in the night, appearing as a curvaceous woman made of starlight and swirling chaff. The mother of crops, the queen of the harvest, the guardian of the fallow field. Larger than any woman that Strodius had ever seen. "You seek to change your fate. You seek to alter fate," she said. "You fight against a corruption in this world, and do not fight against the natural order, in that, you have our favour."
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