by Robert Cely
Yodis had no awareness of the people creeping cautiously towards him. His eyes were fixed on the figure of the Faceless One who rose up and towered over him, his head among the clouds that gathered thick with rain. Somewhere he heard Elyan cry amid the sudden choir of music. Yodis smiled.
He smiled even as the Faceless Ones removed his hands, and Yodis could see blood running from the palms. He smiled even though it meant death, even as he felt his life slip from him.
More than that Yodis smiled because he saw the wounded hands of the Faceless One cover the People. He smiled because those same hands touched his true brother, and he knew the boy would be special. But most of all he smiled because he looked up at the God who had been hidden for all the ages, and beheld the most beautiful face he had ever seen.
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