I can break through.


    How?


    Take the manacles off and give me control. I can fix everything.


    Do not give in. Relentless’s voice broke through the boy''s thoughts like a spear.


    Don’t interfere in this; I can make you all greater than you are.


    As you have already started to do to my son? Relentless growled. Did you even ask his permission before you started to change him?


    I do not require permission! We are greater than…


    No! the boy thought, just because we can, doesn’t mean we should.


    Fool, those are the kinds of thoughts that allowed the Mage to have his way with your mind. You restrained me then as well. I was hoping that without the watcher’s training you would be more malleable.


    Focus your mind—you are this thing''s master. Dauntless said, inserting himself into the battle.


    This was the moment I came to be.


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    What am I seeing? The boy asked.


    This is the time leading up to our birth, before our parents abandoned us.


    This is the first sin of our creation.


    First? You mean there are more?


    Watch.


    That is not the problem?”


    The second and third sins of my creation, Vitiosi Dei! The deep part of his mind said as the scene faded away.


    I don’t understand. The boy told the voice.


    These beings that are called gods created me in their avarice. I am a defense against their mechanizations. I was created from the memories stored within the blood so that I could protect him until he was able to protect himself.


    Are you saying I’m the champion of three of the gods?


    Gods? Release me from my bondage and we will show them the power of a god.


    What would you do if I were to take off the manacles?


    I would shape these creatures into my pets; they would become strong and be the first soldiers in our war against all those who have done us wrong.


    And how would that make you any different from the beings that created you?


    I didn’t ask to be created!


    So now you are going to force your will upon other sentient beings and shape them to how you think they should be? Never taking into consideration how they might feel about it?


    You are nothing! A shell of what you should be, and even that was too weak to do what needed to be done. Champion of the gods, ha! You are not even the champion of your own mind.


    You may be right for now, but all things change. A collection of minds gathered their wills in order to force the creature back into his cell. The boy watched on in horror as he realized that they were slowly being pushed back.


    Fight, a voice rang out over the chaos, a voice that was now familiar to him because of what the creature in his mind had shown him. The voice of Ragnós was compelling him to fight back, telling him to break the bonds that held him back.


    Yes… fight, another familiar voice rang out. The amusement in Ol’ Thom’s voice sent a chill down his spine.


    We have learned much though, and a great victory has been had. It is worthy of celebration.