Marcus Grant was a special child. Anything he wanted, he could have with a snap of his fingers. But life like that gets boring. He snapped away comfort, and his power, and thrust himself into a new world. One with new people to meet, new things to do, and new challenges to conquer. If you enjoy, be sure to drop some stones! You can contact me here: Discord: Stormzz#4473 My other work (WSA): https://www.webnovel.com/book/system-of-legends-i-will-lead-them-all!_23117959906254205
Funny things, dreams. A form of your subconscious given visual reality. And also, the only time it seemed like Gods ever wanted to communicate directly. Instead of doing something that makes sense, like communing with you when you are at a place of worship to that God, they instead wait until you are asleep.
Marcus had one such night. Waking up after a brutal dream, he felt far more exhausted than he was when he awoke. He distinctly remembered what had kept him awake: The sensation of two rival Gods trying to get his attention, like an annoying, inconvenient person repeatedly and persistently hammering on your front door. Strangely, with each knock he felt like he experienced something new, like a memory he did not recall from his life.
One knock brought with it the comforting, calming feeling he had felt in the gateway where he met Elciya the day before. The other carried the cold, hostile feeling of Caleveh and he assumed other elementals of Yar-Anar.