[MommyAlien]

"I don't belong here. I am not like the others."

Over the years on this snowy terrain, I have learned a lot about mortals.
Perhaps a bit too much if I am being honest.
I have learned their flaws, their downfalls, their weaknesses.
Some of which I myself have mirrored in response.
My patience has been tested over and over, looked down upon by own people.

"You are weak." "What have you even done for the coat."

Why do you feel the need to make me justify my actions.
To prove again that I am worth it to someone that isn't a God themselves.
I have fought many battles, I have won. I have succeeded...yet they are blinded.
I only find myself asking "What would my grandfather do?"
Would he have liked me covered in my enemies blood to prove a point?

"You are far too innocent dear Vartuul. How would you ever become Den-mother?"

Innocence is a virtue not a lot of mortals hold, but often mistaken for ignorance.

I can show care for my enemies, as they will all have the same fate at the end.

In my hands.

Cold.

Why do I feel this way... Disgusted... is this how the divines look down upon us?

Yet... I rise. Unmoving. Undeterred.

My ambitions are much bigger than what is shown.