Page 13 of Within the Flames
"Carry on about daimons," she instructed, still refusing to look at him.
"Even if Lucien has been this close to the lampads his whole life, he'd never have seen them in action. That's not how daimons work."
"Right, so..."
"He's correct," Luc acknowledged. "I've never seen the lampads magic in action before. But I do know more about it than most, we both have the same place of origin after all."
"Greece?"
"Yes."
"So, what happens now?" Macey asked.
"I'll guide you down the path you need and help you where I can. But I can't interfere, just like the others can't. And there will be a point where you must continue alone. You'll have to face your fate alone."
"Her fate, or the Fates?" Rónàn muttered so softly, she almost missed it.
"Just her fate," Luc confirmed. "There's been no sign of the Fates for thousands of years. They disappeared with the downfall of the Greek Empire, just like everything else save for a few stragglers. But that's hardly surprising, things are the same here. Your Celtic gods vanished with their fall, leaving only kelpies, wraiths and other beings behind."
"The gods were real?" Macey stuttered. She'd grown up her entire life with the belief they were nothing more than the beings created by humans to explain odd occurrences.
"Of course they were once. Now… I don't think so. They abandoned Earth and left it to be the playground of their creations."
She tried to process what he was saying, but failed. It just didn't make sense with what she knew. And yet, it didn't feel like Lucien was lying to her. Far from it. Truth echoed through his words, filling the empty room far more completely than the writhing mass had.
The gods.
Even if they were dead and gone, the implications of them having existed were unthinkable.
And complicated.
As if Macey needed more of that.
