Uncertain Fortunes
After Bijou's death and her immediate resurrection, Ore's life changed. He tried to ignore it, but never before had he been treated with undisguised hatred and contempt. The guards treated everyone with a firm hand, but now that so many people seemed to be indifferent to his fate, the guards used a heavy hand on him. Ore limped home more days than he walked, and as time wore on he rarely ever skipped.
The voices in the graveyard called to Ore. They promised him peace and safety from his oppressors. Then, one of the oldest voices began to whisper new ideas. Ore didn't have to suffer at the hands of these common men and women. He had something they didn't, something they fearedÂ… he had power.
Ore didn't like to listen to the old voice. He wasn't sure he wanted revenge against anyone. He yearned to go back in time to when things were simpler. The simplicity of childhood was lost to him. Against his better wisdom, Ore began to listen to the oldest voices and the dead filled his mind with secrets.
The voices in the graveyard called to Ore. They promised him peace and safety from his oppressors. Then, one of the oldest voices began to whisper new ideas. Ore didn't have to suffer at the hands of these common men and women. He had something they didn't, something they fearedÂ… he had power.
Ore didn't like to listen to the old voice. He wasn't sure he wanted revenge against anyone. He yearned to go back in time to when things were simpler. The simplicity of childhood was lost to him. Against his better wisdom, Ore began to listen to the oldest voices and the dead filled his mind with secrets.