Sarah A. Parker
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They’re donned in gleaming metallic god gear and wearing an air of bravado. It’s this moment, when the sun peaks over the horizon and night begins its subtle fade to day, that words of an ancient tongue come to mind. The breeders get treated a lot better most of the time, except that the newborns are taken away as soon as they can survive off the tit - to be brought up by the sperm donor that spawned the Faeling if it’s a boy. This is ridiculous, he’s way too overpowered for one Sun God.