>>5904595The more you think about it, the more certain you are that there is NO scenario in which attempting to lie to a deity in their own realm is a good idea. And anyway, these are the Gods of Light, right? The progenitors of your mother’s race, the Chaotic GOD Gods? There’s really no reaosn to fear. Honesty is really the best and ONLY policy here.
…Which is what makes what comes next so difficult.
“The moon is a paradise,” you begin. “I loved my time here, and the friends I made while I stayed here.”
You reach out to cradle Veloz in your palm for a moment, the bird alighting upon you for a moment in solidarity before—unable to bring himself to hold still—he returns to his figure-8 circuit around you and your two eladrin aides.
“I learned a lot, and I appreciate it, I do,” you continue. “I see what you are ding, and I respect it, an. I have no problem with any of you.”
“A curious way to voice support,” the Goddess of Knowledge and Application says.
“I don’t… OPPOSE you,” you hedge your words. “It’s only… What you’re doing here, what you’re trying to do on Earth… It’s not…”
You struggle to find the words. Your attendants, Nym and Devi, fidget and exchange nervous looks. The Goddess might as well be a million miles tall for the shadow she casts upon you now—metaphorical, of course, for the Moon Goddesses do not seem to cast ANY shadow now that you pay closer attention. You chew your lip staring at the intricate arcane linework upon the transportation-pad beneath your feet.
“It’s not natural,” you conclude.
The images before your mind’s eye are those of Muffins, with two heads carnivorous and instincts monstrous and predatory, and of little Hershy and slightly-less-little Zith-Zi, with her seemingly-soulless existence.
“I’m not saying it’s bad, or it’s wrong, or that I dislike what you… Your vision,” you continue, desperate to explain yourself fully now that you have begun. “I understand the appeal, after being here. But… Nature is WILD. The Bonum Chaoticum would understand that, I thought… And then, I thought maybe I’d come to understand what you were doing here, instead. That I was wrong, or misunderstanding, or, or SOMETHING.”
“But you don’t,” Princess Yllarquin concludes. “You do not understand, or agree. You would not see our future realized, on your world. You would leave the material plane as it is, wallowing in blood and needless suffering.”
“I still want to change the world, and uplift it,” you protest. “I’m not saying things are perfect. But I need to go my own way.”
You take a deep breath, and dare to say what you have been thinking every time you’ve been incorrectly addressed this last year.
“And my name is Ezreal Mious VAN HOUTZMANN,” you say. “I’m not just an elf. I’m a human, too.”
