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. Why
did they do it? The villagers all had been good people.
Paladine had been their patron; Gylar's mother had been
meticulously devoted to her god, teaching Gylar to be the
same. She had loved Paladine, more than anyone in the
village. Even after the Cataclysm, when everyone else
turned from the gods in scorn and hatred, Gylar's mother
continued her evening prayers with increasing earnestness.
What did she, of all people, do to deserve such punishment?
What did any of them do to deserve it? Was everyone on
Krynn going to die, then? Was that it?
Gylar was young, but he wasn't stupid. He'd heard his
parents talking about all the other awful things now
happening to people who'd survived the tremors and floods.
Didn't the gods care about mortals anymore?
Caught up in a slam of emotions, Gylar turned and ran
from the house. He ran to the edge of the new bog and
yelled up at the sky in his rage.
"Why? If you hate us so much, why'd you even make us
in the first place?"
Gylar collapsed to his knees with a sob. Why? It was
the only thing he could really think of to ask. It all hinged
on that. Why the Cataclysm? How could humans have been
evil enough to deserve this? How could anyone?
For a long moment he just slumped there, as though
some unseen chain were dragging at his neck, joining the
one already pulling at his heart. Gylar sniffled a little and
ran his forearm quickly across his nose.
Stumbling to his feet, he looked at the sky again.
Clouds were rolling in to obscure the sun, threatening a
storm
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