luck-books

People think they are loved by the gods. Why else would they grant them life, power, wealth, and kin. But what if their benevolence was masking their cruelty. What if their gifts are nothing but a debt to be repaid. Then it becomes shackles meant to ensnare you. I was deprived of all things. Yet I continued to draw breath, for that was all that I could do. And so I lived, lacking even a name of my own. Until the day I resolved to have one of my choosing.