I let out the pent-up filth I’d been clinging to because I wanted to feel the agony of the deaths around me, the pain of what I felt I’d caused. I couldn’t quite let it all go. I still blamed myself for far too much of what had happened, and rightfully so. If I’d never joined Maverick House, most of what they had gone through would not have happened. If I’d died in that first attack by the mistweaver the nation would have left Maverick alone. But, I couldn’t deny that what we had done was right, was just, was good. And if Elista was to see the error of its ways it would need Maverick House to show it.
No, not Maverick House anymore.
Legs House?
Spirits, that sounded silly. I actually laughed in the middle of my heavy tears and several of the group moved back a bit. I managed to get ahold of myself long enough to mutter through my tears, “You all win. But by all the Spirits, we can’t call it Legs House.”
Others chuckled a little as well.
“What would you suggest?” Crane asked.
We would be the House that crawled, unexpected, under the feet of the nation of Elista, biting their toes until they fell all together. We’d bring them down, even though we were small, and almost broken. We would be:
“House Spider,” I said firmly.
And with that I accepted my position… and my fate.
To be continued…
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