PRIEST'S POV. I awake at the first crow of the cock to prepare for the meeting at the palace. I wonder what it is going to be like, truly. Since the spirits have refused to speak to me, I can no longer see far and beyond like I used to, I am left to predict things with my half-baked wits and I’m now reduced to “wondering” like the rest of the pack instead of “knowing” like I used to. I slick my hair back with saliva and hope that it stays in place but it doesn’t so I just give up. No one is going to be looking at me anyway. That’s one thing about being a priest; if you’re not passing on a message, no one sees you, it’s like you’re invincible. If they don’t have a problem to solve, you’re practically useless to them. So unless you’re solving a problem or being a mouthpiece of the goddess, you can not be seen. Invincibility has kind of become kind of my superpower these past few days. I grab everything that I think is necessary before making my way to the Palace. It would have been
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