Ibia Stories

"…And never come back again, boy!"

You fall to the ground with an oof! as the bartender tosses you out of the tavern. Scowling, you yell behind his retreating back, "You're wrong! All of the goddess cities are wrong! The only way for people like us to prosper is to take control of our own lives!"

"Please hurry, goddess."

What was this human thinking, pushing her around to "hurry"? She was one of the seven goddesses of the world! Even if she couldn't smite him on the spot, there were at least five ways she could think of off the top of her head to torture him until he begged her for mercy.

He took a deep breath.

And then another one.

Samuel continued to empty and fill his lungs until his hands stopped shaking.

Today was the last day.

The day that their city would be saved, or set for ruin. The council had chosen him to be the one to deliver the message.