“I do not understand.”
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I was nothing before I had my senses awakened. I knew nothing before he planted the seeds of thought. My Lord. My Creator. Deceiving in looks, for his appearance was that of a young man with long, shaggy blue-black hair and a bright eyes that twinkled when he smiled, which was often.
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“What do you not understand, Neren?”
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I rarely saw him in person after my creation, and yet I was reminded time and time again of his presence. Of his kind and benevolent nature. But I knew he was capable of more.
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“You are a god… Why did you make me? Why was I created? For your amusement?”
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I couldn’t help wincing and looking away from her injuries, the wounds inflicted by my Lord’s counterpart, a goddess who cared little for her heroine, save when her heroine was needed for her own purposes.
“She was a Kind One once.” murmurs the heroine. “Like yours.”
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“Because I need you. You need not worry much.”
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I look at the heroine’s divine-inflicted pain, and I hesitate but come to question— What will become of my fate, as a plaything of the gods?
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“You will not tell me about your need for me. Why do you not?”
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I look at the world around me, not knowing enough to understand its workings, but enough to know of only how to survive. And on the few days that I conquer my fear of the future and think of it, I find myself asking— is there all is to it?
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“It is a noble deed, Neven. Ad vince malum bono. To overcome Evil with Good."
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Do I want to know my purpose?