“I must go find a new god of tricks before the craft becomes forgotten. It would not do for mortals to forget such skills.”
Kyros held up his hand.
“I’m the new leader. That is for me to do.”
Creae shook his head and pointed to the clip holding the page in place on his clipboard. “Read the fine print.”
Kyros felt afraid. He had never heard of fine print on these documents – but then, it was so rare that a god changed his name that even the documents
were scarcely spoken of.
He raised the clip. Underneath, it read Leader of the Forgotten.