Till We Have Faces #2 God Assignment
I am Prymad, the god of geometry, I
often choose to show my self to no mere mortal without contemplation in the mathematical
arts such as Pythagoras. I originally would have no matter or care in which I would
come to care about you except, you made some of my finest work meaningless.
When you decided to influence your sister with sight! Then her lack of presence
made palace constructed using my work completely uninspired. You then came to
be accomplished in innumerous ways and lead your country as you had always wanted
to do. Orual, you were worried that tales of her beauty and kindness would have
her popularity arise to the point to show she was the clear choice for the
throne, birthright be damned! By showing her the light, by forcing her hand, and
by shear will of thought! You plotted to take her out of the picture so you
could truly rise to the throne in the hearts of those you “served”. You were
worried that this story would reflect poorly on you, you then spun a yarn about
how this story truly take place, saying the truth was indeed false and discrediting
the clergy. You are clearly guilty and by my power you would do geometric
proofs until you go mad
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