Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-35042251-20190923161415/@comment-35042251-20190929145123

((@Galaxian 🤣 I meant a powerful sky goddess))

Skylight fixed her fierce gaze on Clay and replied in a red-hot, bitter voice, “Mad? That’s the understatement of the century. It’s quite something, isn’t it, Mom, to wake up and find that you’re not dying anymore, your mother is dying, and that you’re going to replace her as the goddess of the sky, weather, and solitude. Sorry if this sounds harsh, but I want nothing to do with being a goddess. I’ve seen what happens and how all that power makes people, and I don’t want any part of it.”

She glared at the frail Silverskies, her hands clenched into fists.

Silverskies sighed and replied in a tired voice, “Skylight, for the hundredth time, I cannot control who my divinity passed into. In the oath, it was specified to a worthy heir, so I guess the ancient magic deemed you as that worthy heir. I’m sorry, my dear, but there’s nothing I can do. I know you don’t want any part of this life, but I’m afraid you don’t exactly have a choice.”

Skylight gritted her teeth and forced out in a low, dangerous tone, “Yes, I do have a choice. And that choice is not letting you just sit back and die. You have too much unfinished business, too many loose threads to just die and leave to all of us to deal with. We’re going to figure out what the heck is wrong with you and we’re going to cure you.” With that, she marched over to the couch and dropped down into it, arms crossed and her eyes glinting with steely defiance.