Hill turned back to the giant screen, his face expressionless... Vera's thoughts had been completely twisted. Becoming the new Fey Queen had become her highest ambition, and nothing Hill said would change her mind.
The only comfort was that once Vera had done her part in the Sun God's journey back to divinity, she would have repaid the small debt she owed him... If power had not corrupted her by then, and she wanted to return to Aglaia and live as a carefree Flower Fairy again, Aglaia would welcome her with open arms.
But Hill knew that while Vera ruled as Fey Queen in Calimshan, he could no longer hold out his arms to his little friend... He refused to do anything to help resurrect Amaunator!
Even if that was Vera's wish, Hill knew it did not come from the little Flower Fairy's heart. How could he agree?
It would feel like blackmail!
Hill's expression grew colder and colder, drawing Falan's attention. Falan thought back over Hill's conversation with the little fairy and sighed inwardly.
He could not understand exactly what they had said, but the little fairy had clearly set foot on a path all too common in Toril.
Falan could not help looking up at the sky. That tablet, which had bound countless lives in Toril... was terrifying.
Thank goodness they were Telashiri.
The World Tree Pantheon had never cared where the world it created was headed... Before Falan left Telashir, he had still heard fools complain that the Cosmic World Tree had never once stepped in to protect it. It had even watched Telashir approach destruction without doing a thing, not even when its own daughter lay near death and sank into slumber.
Falan had always thought it wrong to rely on Gods... Not every Telashiri loved