Singed Scripture

[Spicy Serious]

"Why did I live...?"

They filled my earliest memories with kindness and laughter, those days I knew little more than wonder and warmth.

Now all I can remember is the feeling of that warmth burning away. The cold that came after when the flames settled, the freezing rain of winter rushing to replace them. And the sound of thunder stealing the words from their mouths.

...I couldn't move, couldn't feel my arms or legs. Couldn't think of anything else.

Nothing but the pain and the whispering that followed. Echoing pity. Echoing scorn. They stole it all. Every last thing they left. Their voices, their love, their pride.

...

...Then he came. He came to a poor cripple, with nothing left to offer the world. Not coin, nor strength, nor joy.

And he blessed that worthless little girl with nothing to give him. He raised me from the mud to the very skies that had cursed me...

So it's only natural he has claim to whatever little remains of me...My glorious, Ascendant Lord.

"Why didn't they..."