Of Voices and Dreams (6)
Insanity.
Pride.
Authority.
There were 'sins' in the world that each race tended to have. Dragons were known for their greed, for their hoarding. Demons for their wrath, some for their lust. Elves were prideful. So were the Dwarves actually.
To be fair, to simply label one race to have a particular sin was a silly thing—perhaps as bad as thinking that there were only seven.
But for a moment, as Cerisedel cursed and flew above out of the snares and reach of the dark Unknown, she heard a voice that made her snap to attention.
A quality so rich, deep and powerful that it sent shivers down her spine and she had nearly made a vow to not die as well.
Strength coursed through her body, adrenaline that she didn't know that she had rewarded her system alongside the two other people who had listened to Lukas' voice.
Anthony. Iolathane.