I get up a few hours later. My migraine is far less severe then it was before I went to sleep. Still exists but its a lot better. I get up pulling on my jacket. I leave the tent, I'm lucky there is so many saints around. I'm not the only authority figure around so I'm allowed to take a break. Someone grabs my arm.
"Saint lightning slayer!"
I pull my arm out of the grasp. Oh, its the young saint.
"I apologize, I am not used to people suddenly touching me"
hes apologetic at least.
"Oh I'm sorry, I should have said something before I grabbed you...."
he gets clearly excited
"can you train us? We've only recently became saints, and some of us had been awakened so its a big jump. So with you being a saint for a good bit now, plus your super respected, your clearly the best teacher we've got!"
Its not a stupid idea, I'm aware of that at least, still is it a smart idea? Technically I could do more important things.
"Sure I'll teach you all some, but do remember, I am on the younger side of saints."
He does a thumbs up with a smile
"hey still better then us!"
I hum softly
"well, why don't you show me to the people who need some training?"
I end up following him to a rather large group. Its mostly the warmth holders, the last 'loyal' fire keepers. There's some others mixed in, even a few of the midnight actors guild. Their all training quite intensely. He runs off towards the group and after a few seconds they all turn towards me.
"Hello everyone, I've been asked to help you all train with your new abilities"
there's a flood of muttering. All of them have the same look in their eyes, disconnect from this reality. The look everyone has right after a nightmare. There's a deep sense of disconnect, and distrust.
"Oh lookie"
I jump a little, is it act saint guide of the dead? Their all laughing... I was being messed with, someone has a aspect or memory to mimic sounds.
"Oh yes that's quite funny. Now would anyone like more formal training"
a few people raise their hands.
After a few hours it sit on the walls now more then a little tired. Dinner will handed out in a hour. Its the mildly questionable stew that I am very much not looking forward to eating. It's still so cold, I lift the charm necklace around my neck watching the sand fall.
"Hm"
I turn my head around to see, frozen singer, she has a large robe covering her. I know that the outfit she had on wasn't from ■■■■ but still it always put me off. Too revealing, but who am I to decide.
"Do you need something?"
She stares down at me, slowly floating forward. She leans down putting a hand at my throat.
"You are quite lucky. They would be sad if I killed you"
they move their hand away. I hear a clink, my eyes dart down, there's a cut on my neck, blood freezing as it comes out. It turns away from me
"why appear here?"
It makes no attempt to turn to me, simply disappearing. I lift my hand to the cut on my neck. It's not deep but its bleeding more then should.
I look at the frozen blood on my hand. I hear horrible laughter. I swing my head around, nobody is there. How? I swear i heard someone.
"Dealing with a sealed god is never fun, now is it."
I swing my arm activating my aspect. It hits something splattering it along the wall. I take a step away, only half of the body of seer of the infinite stands alone. Ink reforms its upper body, with a grotesque wet sound. I see its face for half a second a mass of self inflicted scars before the mask reappears.
"How rude. But I will forgive you, for now of course."
It leans its head towards me
"Well?"
I take a step back
"oh no sorry then? Fine fine."
It suddenly moves forward. I step to the side dodging the attempt to grab me. I slide on my heel dodging another attempt, a hand suddenly grabs the charm around my neck stopping me in my tracks. She then pats my shoulder.
[You have received a memory]
I check it, a set of feathered boots....? Are they the ones
"saint Athena had? That is correct."
It drops the charm stepping away.
"How did you get it?"
It chuckles
"don't worry, it wasn't by force friend."
It turns away looking towards the camp behind it, like a king looking over his kingdom.
"By all means you should be perseus. Play by the old Greek myths. But!"
It moves getting far too close, I try to move away but it grabs my hand lifting it in-between both of its hands
"who says you need to follow the Greek myths?"
It lets go putting its arms into the air walking to the walls.
"Do you know something that beat thor?"
It gets onto the railings
"its age lightning slayer! Its age!"
It leans back falling off the walls. I run forward, but when I look down there's not even a dent in the snow.