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Time Throws Fire - Chapter Twenty-Six
It was happening again. She was dying. People were letting her go deeper and blaming the prophet of Delphi reborn anew, again, like the monster they were making her feel become by. Every breath was a gasp of survival, every movement a trap, her subconscious had become Xenoclea.
Never had a male been expected, or accepted, though their many manifestations were often borne within the realms of manhood-misunderstood by thrusts of sex-based prejudice. The Pythia was a fated thing to come for passing in Delphi. Many had tried their hand at the temple in the mountain. Every other, lesser-make, the world had chosen for the take. Making less of all, was men — breeding hate would come from wem.
Those, at least, of a kind unlike Xenoclea. She wasn’t like the rest. Not yet. Unless it might be her chance to show the leadership known within her from the start — for all; a protector of honor she had been born to live as.
Wem would see her not as one of them. She never understood.
It was happening again.
Everything about her felt as if she was dying. People were letting her go deeper, and blaming the prophet of Delphi reborn anew—again—like the monster they were making her feel become inside. Every breath was a gasp of survival—every movement a trap—her subconscious had become, Xenoclea.
Never had a male been expected to take The Pythia, or would have been accepted, though their many manifestations were often borne within the realms of manhood long misunderstood by thrusts of sex-based prejudice. The Pythia was a fated thing. For another to come for passing in Delphi was a written thing. Many had tried their hand at the temple in the mountain.
Every other lesser-make, the world had chosen for the take; making less of all, those men and breeding hate that came from wem.
Those many wemin once surrounding Xenoclea, and from the beginnings of her becoming, were nothing, but fraught to her then. Systemic energeias had become profoundly loving. For she wasn’t alike the rest—not yet at least—not unless she might forge that leadership known from within, of within, from the start. And to be for The Everything would be her purpose; a protector of honor she had been born to live as. A facet of The Earth herself, she understood herself to be.
Wemin would see her not most often, and less than one of them, too much, and she never understood how that made sense.
She knew they knew they knew.
Fate’s actions working through her had Xenoclea acting free from all predispositions her peers held against themselves and her the most. For The Pythia was something which becomes only of a wam held in highest regard to The Earth.
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