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Kora's Journal

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Kora
Kora
The Titan-Blood. Daughter of the Rift.

The Bull​

The scent of salt and cedar doesn't mask it anymore. The Deep Rift is breathing. I can feel the vibration in the soles of my feet, a rhythmic thrum that matches the pulse in my own scarred neck. The others at the Agora spoke of "Order" and "Freedom" like those things could feed a starving belly or stop a blade. Fools. The Gods are nothing but thieves in golden chitons, sitting on thrones built from the bones of their betters.

I remember the Amazonian sisters I left behind. They pray to Artemis, begging for the hunt, never realizing they are the ones in the cage. I broke my bow when I saw the truth: the world is a rot, and the Titans are the fire.

The Burden of the Blood​

The Blood of Gaia flows thick beneath these roots. It is heavy, like molten lead in my veins. My strength is... changing. The iron chains at the Agora felt like wet parchment when I tested their links, but now, sometimes my hand forgets how to be gentle. I see the way the Great Lion looks at me: its fur matted with the same dark ichor that stains my palms. It has the Nemean hide now, impenetrable and cold. We are both becoming something the world hasn't seen since the Age of Gold.

Is it a gift, or a transformation I cannot stop? My skin feels tight, itching with a heat that doesn't come from the sun.

The Traveling Circus​

And then there is the party. The "Prophecy guys".

They are a mess of contradictions, a "traveling circus" that somehow managed to smash the Brazen Bull and humiliate Kestos. Most mortals I would have left to drown, but Elena... she healed my burns when she could have let me smoke in the street. A confusing debt of honor. She has the blood of Nyx in her eyes, a darkness that understands the Deep Rift better than she knows.

And Bluegill, who looked at the chains and saw the strength of the Titans. He found the handprint I left on the Talaria. I left this trail of blood and psychic intent as a breadcrumb, a test of their resolve.

The Test to Come​

They are heading into my Wilds now. If they come seeking the "Blood of Gaia," they must prove they have the stomach for the ash. I will set the Lion upon them. Not out of malice, but because if they cannot survive the beast, they will never survive the "healing" of this world.

I hope they are strong. I hope they don't make me kill them. I want to show them the Rift. I want to see if their "Order" and "Freedom" survive the first taste of the Earth’s true power.