“How can we possibly change time?” Dakshana asked. “Time moves, even if we are as you say we are - immortal. It might move without us, and how could we possibly hope to change anything? Humans are humans. If you saw ten nations fall, was anything gained by it? Did humans learn anything?”
The old man leaned forward, brushed a curl off of her forehead. His touch was gentle. “Sweet child, you really are more fierce and bright than those foolish villagers ever knew. No wonder a prince of the shadow chose you. But who says humans are all we have?”
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