THE GIFT CURSE“I HEARD ABOUT THEM, THE stories of the Gods before us. They were once here, but now they are gone, away in a place of their own land, thought believe to still be watching us. That is why humans pray, in hope that their prayers might reach the Gods,” a mortal girl said, her fingers hidden underneath her dirty cloak and her head kept bow down.
“Where did you hear about that?” I asked her, staring at her curiously behind half transparent red spectacles. My white coat ruffled to the air’s dance from behind. The wind blew stronger, so the temperature grew colder. She invited me into her cottage, where she could elaborate more of her story.
“I didn’t. My mother told me, back when I was younger and she was once alive.”
“So she is dead. What a pity. I am inquisitive to know where
