The gaze from the aurora narrowed and found Damian.
"You inherited my blood. You inherited your mother's blood. Whether you chose it or not, whether you wanted it or not, you inherited the responsibility that came with that blood. You can reject my will. You can turn from this and walk away. The Amadlozi would not stop you. But the Lands of Stone are burning, my Son, and they need your rain. Dross deserve days and nights without fear. Men and women deserve to live with dignity. Children deserve to grow."
A weight settled across every word that followed.
"If you had no power, no capability, you could sit back. No Ancestor would ask more of you than the flesh you were given could provide. But when you have power, Damian, you are obligated. The Lands of Stone do not grant capability to those who are meant to hoard it. You must move. Do you understand?"
