"We serve Aluza, the first wife of god Timulthus. He had given a share of his power to a tribe of humans who promised to protect his human wife from every danger. I am sure you have not heard the story." she had not.
Wendy had once told her about fallen gods and Timulthus was one of them. He had fallen for a human and accepted her exile.
Her to be wife, goddess Hera had been infuriated at him and attacked his human lover. That was it.
Yet the name felt oddly familiar. As if she had heard about them for a long time.
"Why are you crying? Do you finally feel pain?" She was crying? Ths discovery shocked her as she wiped her eyes.
The drop of tear was warm and she could feel a heart shattering pain as if she had lost something but she did not know what she had lost.
She shook her head. It must be her wounds.
"Instead of serving the lord, you serve his wife that must have died long ago. Strange!" she shook her head when the man scowled.
