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It was the time of the old gods. Everyone knew the gods existed; all could hear them, a whole pantheon dancing in the head. These were vengeful gods, personal gods. They spoke to all.

The Forsaken, though, she was different. She was pitied yet shunned. In her head were only thoughts. There were no voices, only a loud, lone I - no we.

Still, she was the first of what would become many. Her control was her own. She was gentle just because, not for the sake of gods. Men would eventually forsake their gods. The gods had not forsaken men.

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    Kate Gowers over 3 years ago

    Based on an interesting theory in a book - The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind.

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