The gods Valve believed in were gods she had seen with her own eyes in her travels from this land to the desert of her bloodline’s herd and back again. One such god had come to her as a raven with seven eyes, covered in sticky black blood of those he had damned to each circle of hell. In all of his eyes Valve had seen genocide, pestilence, famine, hellfire and several other horrors of the world that he had incurred. It was as terrified as she had ever been, to look upon the god of darkness and see precisely how indiscriminate his power was. He gave her nothing that day, and that was perhaps the highest honor she could have hoped for.

As Gabbar spoke of his people’s gods and their lore, Valve listened carefully with her own divine experience lingering at the forefront of her mind. When he spoke of Uzay, the stallion of the Abyss, Valve turned her nose toward him.

Indeed, fire was indiscriminant—like Iç—Valve nodded her agreement as Gabbar concluded his tale. He was wise to avoid such an inferno if he could.

“I have seen such fire at the end of the abyss,” she recalled aloud. “I am no touched creature, as your seer El Halin,” she continued. “But you are right to avoid it.”

Perhaps the bay Arabian did not need such to know such information, but nonetheless, she felt inclined to tell him. She wanted him to know what she had seen because it had affected her profoundly. There was a darkness that seeped from inside her, and with that the black Akhal-Teke mare found a source of great power, however visceral—both dangerous and discerning.

VALVE
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