…I dislike sand.
[Private to self]
Evading the worthless humans was simple. They have almost given up. I have not had time to ponder my own thoughts because of this, something I deeply regret.
A shape shifter spoke to me. My race always seemed so in tune with those creatures. Another disillusioned lie they follow mindlessly.
My goals have changed. Shifted, if one would place it in a simple context.
I need my dear, dear boy.
It has been written in my stars to hold my own tight grasp over them. Always the goddess has spoken to me as such. To see them all resisting what was to be destined to be their fate only makes my duty both more troublesome and amusing at the same time. They will see once I spill that fresh and sacrificing crimson liquid.
I will find her.