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She looked down from her palace on the mountain, troubled as her eyes pried at the mortal world below. It is not here in the city of the valley in the shadow of her mountain, she thought unhappily. She sensed it, but she could not see it, which greatly troubled her.
                “What troubles thee, Sinovari, daughter of the Dragon Goddess? From my Throne of Stars so distant from here I sensed thy distress. Are thine faithful servants below in yon valley endangered?” asked the man who so suddenly appeared behind her.
                 He looked at her kindly. She he found to be most pleasing. She loved the humans that dwelled under her mountain with the same fondness he had for all mortals. And she possessed the clearest of the Divine Sight out of all the God-Children. He also found her unique and eerie beauty to be worthy of note.  Her tall, slender figure moved ever so gracefully as she turned to face him, her silvery red satin robes flowing deftly over her shimmering, palest gold skin, her shoulders graced lightly by her ebony hair. From the tops of her shoulders protruded curved horns of smooth ivory, and from her back, wings of dark copper that seemed to be of dragon design, but covered in long sharp feathers. She looked at him rather coldly through eyes of shining black rimmed with silver-blue.
                “Why should I find myself troubled over the fates of those who live always under my Divine protection? Surely thou, O Greatest Immortal, Hanröim, King of the Gods, as he who gives Divine Sight, would know already that which troubles me now?” she waved airily as she bowed, half out of respect, half out of sarcasm.
                 He had appeared to her in his favorite, and most human form. He appeared to be a man of noble birth, but stood far taller and with an inhuman beauty. His hair was short and deep, metallic gold, his eyes a piercing, unnatural shade of purest blue. His face was long and thin, with finely cut features, and his body perfect and muscular. He wore fine garments of pure white and blue like a summer sky, his cloak cut from the fabric of the night sky, midnight and covered with hundreds of tiny, sparkling stars. The brooch that held it around his neck was a silver rayed sun cradled by a golden crescent moon. He smiled at her slyly.
                 “I think thou hast found a soul with foul purpose in thine eyes, and it troubles thee that thou cannot find it to strike it down. Would I be incorrect in this, my analysis of thy vexation?”
                 “You are, as always, All-Seeing One, are correct in your ‘assumption’. Enlighten me as to why this child is hidden from me.” she said in a deep and smooth, yet delicate voice.
                  “Thine Sight is not complete. Thou art limited to mortals that have life individual, so thou cannot See that which has yet to live. Does this explanation answer thine question?” he asked innocently.
                 “Yes My Lord. I am aware that the child still is in the womb of the mother. I have never tried to look into the future of the unborn, so this limitation of my power was previously unknown.” She said coldly. She turned away from him and glowered down at the city of mortals far below. He smiled wryly.
                  “But thou art still vexed. What question is there left unasked that thou wishes to release from thy thoughts?” he asked. She twisted around to face him.
                  “This child is born of mortal flesh but of Godly design. How could you allow such a child to be created with such a fate in mind? I can see the intent of her birth, predestined and woven already into the Web of Fate. Why do you allow such an abomination to be born of the will of the Gods?” she asked angrily, with steel in her voice and fire in her eyes.
                  “Such was the will of the Gods, and such was the promise I made to them in the dawn of Time. So swore I that should all the gods choose a course of action, I could do nothing to interfere. But even had I not made such a vow I would have allowed this decision. I remind ye with all firmness that the Gods cannot create a human. They can give gifts and talents to a human, they can mate with humans, they can even ask that a human have a specific destiny woven into the Web of Fate before birth. But never can they create a human soul. Humans were born not of the Gods’ will, so therein can we never duplicate the process, not being the original creator. The child’s fate is set. As thou hast, her own people will call her misfortune and curse upon their land. All I could do was give her a gift of my own and allow the Gods to proceed. She is a puppet of the Gods, and she bears the gifts to do their will. I have allowed it because she is needed. If ye were meant to know the whole of her Fate, ye would be gifted with Sight Unclouded. And know this, I Forbid thee from deterring the child from the path laid out before her. Ye shall bring no harm to her.”
                 “As usual, my Lord, thou speaks in riddles, leaving no clues as to how to ascertain the answer. But I trust that all shall be revealed in time and your motives laid out clearly before me. As to thine command, it is well that thou should give such an order, for it is my fondest wish to rend the mortal limb from limb before she can accomplish this wicked deed. And I fear it would be a temptation I could not long resist. I hear and shall obey this command, my Lord.” She bowed low before him.
                 “As thou art bound by thy Divinity to do. But it pleases me that thou would do so willingly, Sinovari. And ye would be wise to remember that the one she is destined to slay is also an abomination, so ye should not be so swift to call the Purifier ‘wicked’.“ he said with a bit of a smile.
                 “She is fated to take the life of another. A mortal born with blood on their hands is wicked” she huffed.
                 “Perhaps.” Said Hanröim, and vanished as suddenly as he had appeared.
                 Sinovari turned back to the great arched window overlooking the valley, now even more greatly troubled. Hanröim had said that all the Gods willed this, even her own mother, the Dragon Goddess. She also recalled him saying that he himself had bestowed a gift on the child. Never had she in all her millennia heard of the King of the Gods bestowing a gift on a mortal. She looked long and hard into the future of humanity, but was left with no further answers as to why Hanröim would personally involve himself in the fate of a mortal. She was frustrated that he had ordered her not to kill the child.

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She looked down from her palace on the mountain, troubled as her eyes pried at the mortal world below. It is not here in the city of the valley in the shadow of her mountain, she thought unhappily. She sensed it, but she could not see it, which greatly troubled her.
                “What troubles thee, Sinovari, daughter of the Dragon Goddess? From my Throne of Stars so distant from here I sensed thy distress. Are thine faithful servants below in yon valley endangered?” asked the man who so suddenly appeared behind her.
                 He looked at her kindly. She he found to be most pleasing. She loved the humans that dwelled under her mountain with the same fondness he had for all mortals. And she possessed the clearest of the Divine Sight out of all the God-Children. He also found her unique and eerie beauty to be worthy of note.  Her tall, slender figure moved ever so gracefully as she turned to face him, her silvery red satin robes flowing deftly over her shimmering, palest gold skin, her shoulders graced lightly by her ebony hair. From the tops of her shoulders protruded curved horns of smooth ivory, and from her back, wings of dark copper that seemed to be of dragon design, but covered in long sharp feathers. She looked at him rather coldly through eyes of shining black rimmed with silver-blue.
                “Why should I find myself troubled over the fates of those who live always under my Divine protection? Surely thou, O Greatest Immortal, Hanröim, King of the Gods, as he who gives Divine Sight, would know already that which troubles me now?” she waved airily as she bowed, half out of respect, half out of sarcasm.
                 He had appeared to her in his favorite, and most human form. He appeared to be a man of noble birth, but stood far taller and with an inhuman beauty. His hair was short and deep, metallic gold, his eyes a piercing, unnatural shade of purest blue. His face was long and thin, with finely cut features, and his body perfect and muscular. He wore fine garments of pure white and blue like a summer sky, his cloak cut from the fabric of the night sky, midnight and covered with hundreds of tiny, sparkling stars. The brooch that held it around his neck was a silver rayed sun cradled by a golden crescent moon. He smiled at her slyly.
                 “I think thou hast found a soul with foul purpose in thine eyes, and it troubles thee that thou cannot find it to strike it down. Would I be incorrect in this, my analysis of thy vexation?”
                 “You are, as always, All-Seeing One, are correct in your ‘assumption’. Enlighten me as to why this child is hidden from me.” she said in a deep and smooth, yet delicate voice.
                  “Thine Sight is not complete. Thou art limited to mortals that have life individual, so thou cannot See that which has yet to live. Does this explanation answer thine question?” he asked innocently.
                 “Yes My Lord. I am aware that the child still is in the womb of the mother. I have never tried to look into the future of the unborn, so this limitation of my power was previously unknown.” She said coldly. She turned away from him and glowered down at the city of mortals far below. He smiled wryly.
                  “But thou art still vexed. What question is there left unasked that thou wishes to release from thy thoughts?” he asked. She twisted around to face him.
                  “This child is born of mortal flesh but of Godly design. How could you allow such a child to be created with such a fate in mind? I can see the intent of her birth, predestined and woven already into the Web of Fate. Why do you allow such an abomination to be born of the will of the Gods?” she asked angrily, with steel in her voice and fire in her eyes.
                  “Such was the will of the Gods, and such was the promise I made to them in the dawn of Time. So swore I that should all the gods choose a course of action, I could do nothing to interfere. But even had I not made such a vow I would have allowed this decision. I remind ye with all firmness that the Gods cannot create a human. They can give gifts and talents to a human, they can mate with humans, they can even ask that a human have a specific destiny woven into the Web of Fate before birth. But never can they create a human soul. Humans were born not of the Gods’ will, so therein can we never duplicate the process, not being the original creator. The child’s fate is set. As thou hast, her own people will call her misfortune and curse upon their land. All I could do was give her a gift of my own and allow the Gods to proceed. She is a puppet of the Gods, and she bears the gifts to do their will. I have allowed it because she is needed. If ye were meant to know the whole of her Fate, ye would be gifted with Sight Unclouded. And know this, I Forbid thee from deterring the child from the path laid out before her. Ye shall bring no harm to her.”
                 “As usual, my Lord, thou speaks in riddles, leaving no clues as to how to ascertain the answer. But I trust that all shall be revealed in time and your motives laid out clearly before me. As to thine command, it is well that thou should give such an order, for it is my fondest wish to rend the mortal limb from limb before she can accomplish this wicked deed. And I fear it would be a temptation I could not long resist. I hear and shall obey this command, my Lord.” She bowed low before him.
                 “As thou art bound by thy Divinity to do. But it pleases me that thou would do so willingly, Sinovari. And ye would be wise to remember that the one she is destined to slay is also an abomination, so ye should not be so swift to call the Purifier ‘wicked’.“ he said with a bit of a smile.
                 “She is fated to take the life of another. A mortal born with blood on their hands is wicked” she huffed.
                 “Perhaps.” Said Hanröim, and vanished as suddenly as he had appeared.
                 Sinovari turned back to the great arched window overlooking the valley, now even more greatly troubled. Hanröim had said that all the Gods willed this, even her own mother, the Dragon Goddess. She also recalled him saying that he himself had bestowed a gift on the child. Never had she in all her millennia heard of the King of the Gods bestowing a gift on a mortal. She looked long and hard into the future of humanity, but was left with no further answers as to why Hanröim would personally involve himself in the fate of a mortal. She was frustrated that he had ordered her not to kill the child.