Dark Age

Self, all that can be mastered

Permanence of fame, power, dominion of the individual, are illusions.

“It is difficult to explain.” She waits for me to try. “Have you ever had a moment where you couldn’t fail? Where everything seemed slow, except you? Like you were the center of all gravity, all time, and your thoughts themselves were second to your actions?”

would not think it. Brood of a great queen. Destined to fight the gods’ battles in the stars. But I was cursed for my

Matter, how tiny my share Time, how brief my allotment Fate, how small my roll to play

“The tragedy of the gifted is the belief they are entitled to greatness, Lysander. As a human, you are entitled only to death.” She stands. “Now, are you awake or asleep?”

all that will last, is your mastery of yourself.