The wind waited and waited on his master. But the Storm God was in no mood to rage a storm, or to even let a summer’s breeze blow over the lands he and his siblings created. Not after the wind themselves had given birth to the Stormdigo’s, monsters who created a mess everywhere they went. Not considering the lives they take, the damage on the places they went. He knew that his siblings and he had agreed not to interfere with their creation, let everything play out. Because only then they could see how this world would grow, only those Stormdigo’s rubbed him the wrong way. Last night they destroyed a village filled with wizards, taking almost everybody's lives. He granted one of the wizards the knowledge to revive his family, he showed him the way. He didn’t know what this small piece of information would bring to this new Coven of wizards, but he didn’t care. It was his responsibility to do something, to ease his guilt. It was his fault, after all. He couldn’t punish the wind, that was impossible. But he needed to do something against these monsters. The monsters his creation has created. This was on him to deal with, but he only didn’t know how. Maybe he should reach out to his sister the Moon Goddess, the Goddess of death. Maybe she had the answer to his problem, but maybe she was angry. Yesterday he taught a bunch of wizards how to bring loved ones back from the dead. But he needed to try, he needed to do something.
“Sister.” He whispered. He didn’t get any response. “Sister, I need your help.” He whispered a little louder this time. “I know I overstepped yesterday, but those people didn’t need to die. Not because I couldn’t prevent the creation of those monsters.”
“I hear you, brother. And know that I am not mad at thee.” The Moon Goddess replied, her voice was soft and suiting. A voice to draw set people at ease, a voice to fall in love with. “I saw the pain and didn’t call the victims to mine embrace. If you had not showed the wizard the way, I would have.”
“But can you help me?” He asked, his voice still nothing more than a whisper. His sister showed herself to him. Her dark skin, with her beautiful dark straight hair that floated around her, it was so like her. It was so different from his pale skin and graying hair. He looked more like an old man, and she looked like a woman in her prime.
“I will grant the wizards, you have gifted with the information, the strength to fight these Stormdigo’s. But that is all I can do.” She said. “And how I wished that we didn’t agree on use not interfering. It would have made things like this so much easier.” He nodded and if this was all they could do for now, then this must be enough. I hoped this with all his being.
“Thank you beloved sister.” He said, with a small version of a smile on his face. “I am sorry, that I do not call upon you more often.” She smiled and sighed.
“We have our duties, dear brother.” She said and left. Doing as she said, giving the Necromancer, as they called themselves, the strength to defeat the Stormdigo’s. — The Legend of the whisper
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