Messenger of Fear Novella #1(8)

Then two paths would be open to me. In time, I would cease to be Mara the apprentice. I would be the Messenger of Fear. And in that role I would either find a way to harden myself, and thus lose myself, or I would suffer unspeakable agonies in the pursuit of brutal justice, in service to a god that was not my God.

No third way was possible.

There was no escape. . . .

There was no way out for me. . . .

At least, none that I knew then.