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leave me alone. I don't think I could have prayed or thought for that matter with something looking over my soldier.
And how was I to phrase this? Oy you, make me normal! No, that wasn't the right way to talk to someone like superior.
'I don't know how to say it,' I whispered to the stars. 'But I'm sure you know. I've been feeling so down since … well, you know, the battle. Am I doing the right thing? Should I be slowing down or speeding up? Am I only here to make my people win battles? I have to know!'
There wasn't any response. I had already guessed that. The Gods, as usual, had their plans. I wish I had the power to actually see through them - know exactly where I was headed.
I walked back and instead of going home, I took refuge in the temple. A few bald priests were walking around, discussing manuscripts. A few nodded at me before walking off into the lower realms of the building.
'Arra!' someone called.
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I spun around to see Bartholomew heading my way - and surprisingly, he wasn't drunk as I had expected him to be.
'Keep your voice down!' one of the passing priests hissed.
Bartholomew said something crude to him before turning to me.
'I've been looking everywhere for you. The army has come back with some strange news.'
'They have? I thought all of them were in the tavern still.'
'Well there were until I ordered them out but that's not the point. The enemy army have been killed and the reincarnation site destroyed but there are the others: the women and children. What are we to do with them? Kill them?'
'I don't know.'
Bartholomew looked at me.
'They are the enemy, you do realise that, don't you?' he asked.
'I know that but they are powerless without the army and a Shaman. They have nothing more to fight for. They need peace now.'
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