I'm having a pretty hard ti understanding Anselm. Hell, understanding the situation I'm in right now.
I've been so excited and desperate to get him back but now, hearing him speak I realize I never too into account that he would change after being exposed to a Goddess for so long.
I don't even know if she's tinkered with his soul. Can she do that? I an, I think so, she managed to get rid of the armour he died in and clad him in so awkward looking white priest look.
"Anselm, tell , what exactly happened in there? Tell everything from start to finish." I plead.
He's got his arms folded and a disgusted look reared at , still angry I compared his Goddess to Lotar.
"You would only twist my words and defa the Goddess." He scoffs, "You cannot trick into such."
He's even more exhausting than before, I can't believe he managed to get even more exhausting. I rub my temples and let out an exasperated sigh as I slouch in my seat.
"Fine, don't tell all the nonsense indoctrination you went through so I can call it out for you because you obviously can't see you've lost your way."
"Lost my way?" He repeats, outraged, "Quite the opposite sir, I have found my way back thanks to the Goddess, she has shown my purpose, in this life and the next. She is the true Goddess of this land, Asher, do you dispute that?"
"True Goddess huh," I roll my eyes, "Anyone can tell such a lie, any God at least, and I wouldn't know any better because guess what? I wasn't around half a millennia ago to witness it."
"But I was." He says smugly.
"What?"
"Yes, have you forgotten? I'm over five hundred years old. I've been dead for that long, lingering within that cave for centuries. And through the machinations of the Deities, you found and brought to" he shrugs, "So kind of life again, and that is no accident Asher!"
"Ugh, why are you so freaking angry? Stop screaming I can hear you quite clearly and I bet the driver and the horse and the freaking wild beasts can as well." I groan, thoroughly annoyed.
He harrumphs but says nothing else.
"You have no proof, do you? Do you have any proof whatsoever that Frozia was indeed the Goddess of this land centuries ago? That this land was covered in snow and set in a permanent winter?"
"I rember it. Clear as day thanks to her, the land was white, and blessed with luxurious winter."
I'm not sure how a drought weather can be considered luxurious, if any of this is true then Anera did at least one good thing ousting her, crops can grow at last.
"Anselm, you do realize that Frozia is a Goddess, don't you?"
"Of course! That's what I've been saying yet your foul mouth deans her na!"
I ignore his yells and nod, "Then you know a Goddess is quite a powerful being, I an she took off your armour. As far as I know that thing was part of your soul or sothing."
"Yes, it was a huge relief to have it off," he stretches, flexing his joints, "I'd almost forgotten how brilliant it was to move without a weight on you. Only a Goddess could hold such powers."
"Great. We agree that she's insanely powerful. Now, do you think it'll be impossible for her to manipulate your mories from centuries ago? Make you rember what she wants you to rember?"
His mouth opens and closes. He says nothing as the setup hits, his look sours and I feel like I'm getting sowhere at last.
Then he shrugs, "Why would she do that? There wouldn't be a need would there? I am vulnerable, a lowly soul." He comnts idly, dismissing my theory as farfetched.
But I know why, I know exactly why she would need to get to Anselm before getting to and why she would need to alter his mories.
"Because Deities, powerful as they are, are subject to us mortals. We give them their power, our worship, praise and believe in them give them power over us and many other things."
He looks like he wants to ask how any of this is relevant, btu I keep talking.
"Since you're just a soul, you're already immortal, you ought to go to Anera or Ferth or whoever, but you're here, you don't give any energy to any Deity with you believeunless they make you into sothing morepersonal."
"Personal like"
Its my turn to have a smug smile plastered all over my face, "Like becoming a freaking acolyte and surrendering your soul, yourself over to her stupid!"
I looks like the truth begins to dawn on him as I yell, a warmth spreads through my chest at the sight of this, I rarely ever get to be the smart, logical one out of the two of us.
"ButI rember"
I shrug, "Look, I'm not saying it's impossible that Frozia actually ruled over the entire continent and the land was filled with snow and curse with winter." I drawl.
"It actually makes so sense when paired with so earlier information, but I'd still like so proof, or at least soone to corroborate her words."
"Like Lotar?" Anselm suggests.
"Yeah, like Lotar, but the damned wolf is always hot and cold with information. Sotis it tells everything and other tis it just laughs in my face, plus, I can't pray to him right nownot until we leave Frozia."
"You pray now?" Anselm chokes. "How? Why?"
I scowl, "Did you really not keep up with anything that was going on down here?"
He shrugs, "Ti moves differently in her realm, it felt like decades for as I learned to control my new powers bu-"
"Wait! New powers?"
He puts on a proud smile, "She may or may not have manipulated my mind but I still like the powers I have now, I'll be far more useful in combat now."
I scoff and rub my nose, "Yeah, that's if I need you anymore."
Rolling his eyes, he floats down and takes a seat with at last, "I've learned a lot about what Frozia is, she's powerful even in this 'weakened' state of hers."
He sounds concerned as he says this, playing with the spiked mace in hand. "And I've learned, or rather, been told that you are the only one who can restore her and from the looks of it, you don't want to play that role."
"Anselm, I told you I-"
He holds up his hand cutting off. He nods slowly and whispers, "I understand butI don't think she'll let you off so easy. It's all but prophesized that there will be a battle, you will be at the helm of that battle Asher."
"I don't want to. I just want to make a nation for the elves, for myself and I want to bring you back to life." Saying those last words makes want to puke as I know full wellI won't be able to bring Anselm back unless
Unless I beco a God.
He snorts, "I think there's so much more at stake than just coming back to life and Kaylin having a Kingdom to rule."
"What do you an?" I'm almost afraid to ask the question. Whatever he's learned in Frozia's realm
"This world could be plunged into an endless warrish nightmare if you delay any further. You've made doubt Frozia and the mories she showed but not what I learned, not what I saw."
I narrow my eyes, "And what is that? What did you see?"
"A future, a future where this world, our world is destroyed."
"Don't be so serious." I laugh, "What would destroy this world?"
He shrugs. "I don't know."
Patting on my back he huffs, "Either way, there isn't much way out for either of us of this mission from Frozia. She wants her Continent back, desperately and you're the only person truly powerful enough to do it."
He shakes his head and crosses his lead over the one of the boxes in the carriage, "I still think you're weak as chicken bones but Frozia is convinced you're the one to win back her continent for her."
"And if I refuse?" I stare back at him, "What happens to then?"
"Nothing. You're invaluable, and from what I heard, it'll be disastrous for you to die right now."
"Why is that?"
"Because there isn't ti to find another person like you apparently. Frozia offhandedly ntioned sothing about so chosen, special few that need ti to grow into their role, a role you're still growing into by the way."
"I am so confused; you sound so cryptic. Just tell everything!"
"Hey, don't yell at , it's not my fault Frozia and her acolytes kept talking in bits and pieces. You're lucky I know this much!" he huffs.
"Where are we headed by the way?" Anselm asks, "Did you kill all the Cultists in Frozia already?"
"Ugh, once I'm in control I'm renaming that place. I'm tired of hearing her na. And no, one remains, but I'll be back for it and we're headed to Aste because Kaylin might be in trouble, the whole plan might be up in flas actually."
"I should've just killed the Mayor." I mutter.
"Back to Aste huh, I wonder what Kaylin will think about my new look."
I roll my eyes, "She'll think you're a sob."
"Hey!" He yells, "Wait, what does that an?"
I burst into a laugh just staring at his face.
"It's good to have you back Anselm. Please don't praise Frozia."
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