A God of Light, oddly allied with Mistress Dark for they knew she was not, in fact, a dark god but a god of balance and was of the few truly neutral ones, went to the isle where a dark god dredged from the sea resided. Through sheer effort they stole power away from the dark god through one command. "No longer give children's hearts. Starve the dark one, I will show you how to protect yourselves, properly." -- Anon Guest
[AN: May be in reference to https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04785-m036-the-price-of-paradise ]
Thalsom followed the dawning sun because of a dream he had once he was out of sight of his island home. He prayed to the moons when they formed an eye staring down at him. He refused to pray to Sanguicordus.
The vision led him to a boat. One of the large ones that the Outsiders used, but these were friendly outsiders. With a little effort and a lot of pantomime, Thalsom explained his woes. The sacrifices, the promise of the once-sunken god. The guilt. And the desperate, burning need to be able to kill a god.
"The Hostess of All will be pissed," said one of the Outsider sailors. "Best to beg her mercy first." Of course understanding had to filter through, but Thalsom knew what he had to do at the next island.
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