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"Bye."

Inwardly, the prince smiles at her apprehension, as he knows his heart. The poet in him is touched by the expressed desire for true love and a connection beyond words. The type of love to make a wordsmith mute. Still, he is no dotting romantic breeding heartache and melodrama.
"Goodbye dear," she stands and turns to leave, perhaps more slowly than she would will her feet to move. Jacob sits and watches her walk away, then hesitate by the door. He stands, walks over to her and, without a word, takes her hand.
He leads her without words across a bough, helping stead her human feet as she crosses limbs a hundred feet from the ground. He smiles at her awkward attempts at grace, which endear her to his heart more than she could know.
Through a break in the leaved canopy, a wondrous site opens before them. A silver waterfall springs forth from a green hill, and runs unnaturally quiet down it’s rock path to fall into a glassy pool below. Water lilies adorn the pool, as birds and bees flitter to and fro. Moonlight paints all with a blue hue.
Prince Tototl turns to the Lady Guenaver and looks down upon her golden hair. Raising his elongated fingers, he gently lifts her chin until their blue eyes connect with the understanding of ages. The ancient wisdom of the Green Folk and the longing of humankind.
"I shall never be a slave to Elf, Man nor God, I am my own person, as I believe are you, Milady. If we won’t worship the gods, then let us become godly."
He lowers his lips to hers, a whisper of a kiss. Then draws her to him, her head resting upon his chest.
"Let us rise above the pedestrian and express a love and bond beyond that of mortality. Eternally one."

In the weeks to follow, Guenaver, often woke to find flowers beside her bed accompanying scrolls of poems written in the hand of the prince. Many long walks, and gentle kisses followed, but the most touching is always just walking hand in hand, saying nothing, but knowing the hearts area connected.
She knows they are quite the scandal, the prince of the Green Folk carrying on with a human priestess. In fact, she is aware of the danger it put her in, and the great risk Totatl was taking, defying the wrath of his father and chancing the loss of his inheritance, and perhaps his freedom. A of which, of course, makes it beyond romantic. It is . . . epic.

When finally she did depart, there were no plans or words of future plans. She did not know if he would follow. He did not know if she would return. Such things didn’t seem important. They were in the now. And the now was life.

In the starlight, I sing to her while she is being fanned by maids in waiting.
If the sun refused to shine
I would still be loving you
When mountains crumble to the sea
There will still be you and me
Kind woman, I give you my all
Kind woman, nothing more
Little drops of rain whisper of the pain
Tears of loves lost in the days gone by
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong
Together we shall go until we die
My, my, my inspiration is what you are to me
Inspiration look, see
And so today, my world it smiles
Your hand in mine, we walk the miles
Thanks to you it will be done
For you to me are the only one
Happiness, no more be sad
Happiness, I'm glad
If the sun refused to shine
I would still be loving you
Mountains crumble to the sea
There will still be you and me

In private: "Guen, thank you for taking my friends in as well. I am not sure I understand the will of the gods, or how Kit is merging with Kitzi, or what that will mean. And I, too, am concerned over the sacrifices. I know I could never support sacrifice of the innocent. Now that we are at peace, I do so wish you'd enlighten me on your heart concerning that.

"Still, I understand all too well the will of the gods is different than the will of men.

"Do you know how I can get into the palace, defeat dragons and claim the throne?"

She takes you to a settee and sits down still holding your hand. "I tried to be the good hostess for your band of brothers, but I’m afraid I failed miserably. I am still weak from having so much blood drawn. I am used to the rituals of Zaltec and even he takes my energy as there are precious little other sacrifices

The gods of Maztica are particular. They are divine yes, but they need their worshipers love and devotion to maintain their tiloni as pure expressions of divinity and are jealous of those that claim more than they. When I spoke before at the One Tree, I wanted to set the order right and put the gods in service of their worshipers. I had heard of the chalice of the gods and had obtained a map to the First Man’a Lost Temple where he hoards it. The chalice pours forth enough mana to turn the tables on the gods. But alas, shortly after I claimed the temple in the absence of the last High Priest when he was transformed buy Loliath, I lost it. A pirate stole it. I know not where. I heard mention of the map in Azul’s vision. Do you know where the map is?

You will need to overturn the gods before you can have enough strength to defeat their dragons. The key I gave you will get you into the palace door, but be patient. Even if you defeat the monsters, you will have to convince the throne to take you. I do not know the Magics of it. But if you do, then the defenses of the walls of Nexal will be yours to command. You will be King and I can control Zaltec to do as we like."

'So it sounds like we need the chalice. Kit wants it, too. When you say, turn the tables on the gods, do you mean stop all of them, or just keep them from stopping us?"

She looks long at you, trying to determine your thoughts. "What would you like?"

"What I'd like and what I'll get are two different things. I'd like to free this world from being the puppets of gods who seem to need to be worshiped to exist. No being should ever need be unwilling sacrificed to appease another. But liking it won't make it happen.
So what I'll do is try to find this chalice and take the throne to be as strong of advocate as I can to help the people I can help avoid dying or being used as pawns in some twisted game of vanity."

"You mentioned to me once, if we get the chalise, you and I could be as gods. So you'd be willing to turn on Zaltec? Is that possible?"

I lean into the elf prince and run the bottoms of my arms across his shoulders until I can whisper into his ear, "Would you let anything get in your way to be a god?"

"I think I'm more interested in breaking Zaltec's hold on you, which it seems can be done with a better offer," he smiles. "The only thing is, if magic comes from the gods, we'll have to ascend and claim the magic first.
He takes her hand and sucks a finger into his mouth and slowly draws it out. "If you had the power of a god, what would you do with it, Tigress?"

sucks each of her fingers one by one.

"That is why we need the chalice. It holds the pure magic that the old gods derived their magic in the first place. Mystra took it to Faerun to create the weave. The First Man stole it back to overthrow Zaltec, but he is undead and cannot use it. One has to live to gain eternal life."