But as Hikkal’s thirst for power grew, Kaya’Hi felt her support for her brother wane. It started with things that seemed so small, to the other Gods: domestication of wild beasts meant to run free, for the good of mortal peoples; or the emaciated bread thief sentenced to a dungeon for attempting to feed their family; or the chains that bound the losers of pointless wars, forced to do labor for the victors with whips at their backs. She found these things all horribly unfair, though they were only of the mortal plane. Her brother whispered into her ear that they were natural. Not every consequence could be fair, when mortals were so flawed and complicated. Complacency is often born of love, and so Kaya’Hi reluctantly allowed her brother to hold greater dominion over the wild mortals. They seemed to need order. All could still have the freedoms that they deserved, so long as she continued to give her siblings guidance.

      She first faltered in her support of her siblings when Volqui’s confident words were sealed forever away. Though Kaya’Hi found herself powerless to stand up in direct opposition to Volqui’s fate, she began to push back against Hikkal’s growing power. And while he widely ignored her, she found an ally in their sister, Kal’Meera. By the time Libero was banished into The Nothing, the two of them were ready to stand together against the rule of Order. The crime did not warrant punishment, Kal’Meera insisted. And even if it had, Kaya’Hi knew that the fate assigned was unjust.

      But Hikkal had gained control over their shared body and administered his will using his sisters without their consent. And when they finally regained control of themselves, the sisters tore themselves away, losing only the arm possessed by the other as they broke their brother forever more.

      The divide tore deep into the bond the sisters shared, as well. Kaya’Hi was rightfully furious. Her divine spear ached for repentance, and Hikkal could only pay his debt to what was right and true with blood. Kal’Meera urged caution and restraint. Their differences, irreconcilable as they were, caused them to abandon one another to opposite ends of Mutantur.

      Restraint is against Kaya’Hi’s very nature, for justice is a proud and loud thing. It is the jubilance that rings in the air when freed people sing. It is the respect that echoes in between two people when they speak as equals. It is the terror that strikes the heart of the wicked when they hear her war cry in the distance. She dulled herself down to a whisper to keep peace once, and she will never do so again. When she places her spear into the hands of the oppressed, she stands alongside them and marches until the wrongs committed against them have been made right. Her influence has helped to free more than half of the territories that her brother once ruled over, but it will never be enough.

      I pity Kaya’Hi, as much as a mortal can pity a God. A guilt plagues her that only her sister will ever understand. As badly as she wants it to, even Kaya’Hi knows that the executioner’s axe will never fall on her neck. After all, the only person who could deliver punishment is the sister who understands her.

       -From the Oracle Notes of Kaelmorn Teverin