Azania spent most of her life without her family, with only smug and haughty masters as company. But she was a rebel through and through and through and through. She escaped into the Forest and was welcomed by its embrace.
My name is Mihu. I was a peasant farmer. I was taken from my home. I ascended into godhood when I died. But even as a god there was only so much I could do. And the baby who was born under the light of the moon? It’s clear to see she needs me.