For weeks Gamil-An sat across from Ereshkigal and pored over the tablets, his memories, old bard songs, every bit he’d ever learned or heard about the gods. A great many had clashed throughout the eons, leading to different accounts of the same event, with different deities and outcomes. Different disputes and consorts and titles and spheres of influence. Finding truth in them wasn’t Kigal’s objective, though. The information itself was. The more she knew, the better armed she would be when she entered Enlil’s halls. She would take whatever she could get.
Thankfully for her, Gamil’s knowledge could fill a small ocean.
First he told her the story of creation, of when the earth and sky were split and light exploded into the cosmos, of how the fearsome Tiamat and her husband Apsu brought fo
