What Breaks The Broken

"Enter." In case its not bloody obvious I'm retelling the story of how Braidin came to be a marked man. I figured I wouldn't have to write that out, but then thinking about it, you might somehow think I had become Oshujon's confidant and I don't know you might get confused. Anyway this was shortly after the marked ones had killed their gods and effectively took over the entire country, in spirit and practice. Oshujon had set up his office in the new capitol of the area, I don't know the city name he didn't explain it to me.

"My Lord." Braidin was not used to calling Oshujon his lord, despite them all following his orders he'd thought they had all been pretty equal, until they had taken over, than Oshujon became a lord.

"Braidin no need to be all formal, speak your mind." Braidin noticed other changes with Oshujon, his hand stitched leather outfit was gone, replaced with flowing silks of green, he also noticed a lot of extravagant jewelry.

"Oshujon the people are upset." That was putting it mildly, the people were almost revolting since the fall of the gods things had changed, storms had taken place where as before the weather was easier to manage, the people couldn't travel by wind like they had gotten used to, and crime had gotten worse, even with the threat of death.

"They'll adjust, they'll have to, we're going to war." He said it in a conversational tone, but it hurt Braidin like he'd shouted it. He'd feared that was what was going to happen, he'd seen the signs earlier, munitions and other weaponry was being stock piled and it seemed far more offensive weaponry than necessary.

"Why Oshujon? You got what you were after, we're in charge!" Braidin was pleading with his former mentor but the former marked one looked on at him with pity.

"Because my friend we have to free the rest of the world, free them from the tyranny of their gods." Braidin could see the desire in his old friends eyes. The arbiter of justice was gone, the ruler had returned, Oshujon was no more interested in freeing people than he was in taking over. Braidin was sure of that, even though he no longer had the sight that was a gift from the gods. He walked away from his friend, and away from the army, a broken man. He had helped create a monster and unleashed it on the world.