Some words from a W.I.P.
“You killed my sister!”
“Your sister was losing control.”
“She was losing control because of you. We weren’t always killers. We could manage the Hunger. We only took what we needed. The men said it heightened the experience. We were worshipped as goddesses. She was a Queen and we lived in her lands safely. You took that from us!”
“You managed to control your Hunger for brief period. Then you returned to who you truly are.”
“She sought your wisdom! She wanted to stop the cycle. You know she came to you looking for help!”
“There was no help to be given. Death is the help.”
“Yes, and you gave it to her,” Ostra snapped.
“I handed her a basket with an asp. She chose.”
“She chose because of you. Because you rejected her. Because you destroyed her hope.”
TT leaned in and whispered. “Why did an asp kill her? I thought it took an awful lot to kill them.”
“The primordial snake. The Trickster in the Garden. The one animal whose bite is fatal.”
TT was gobsmacked. “Truly? The Garden. The ONE Garden.”
“Yes. The very One.”
“Who was this Queen? Where was she Queen?”
“Sheba.”
