Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing.
BromChristians. Theyโre determined to rid the land of any who worship the Horned One. Murdering all the druids, burning the temples, sometimes whole villages, and knocking over the standing stones.โ The Ladyโs face hardened. โThis god of peace and love certainly likes to bathe the land in blood.
BromBut he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?
BromPeter stood, cleared his throat, and began to hum softly, then sing, slowly building up the song as his voice cleared. He found the old tune, the song of the Sunbird. And as he sung, as his rich voice echoed off the tall cliffs, the birds and the faeries lent him their voice and soon the tune drifted throughtout the garden.
Brom