Trodar's Announcement to the World

"Kylon…" Perchet softly asked, "Are you having trouble remembering things?"

The Storm Goddess nodded slowly, gradually shaking less and less as she realized how pitiful she was in front of her fellow god.

"Do you want help?"

"I…"

"Kylon, do you want help?" repeated Perchet. "If you don't, then I'll forget this ever happened. I won't expect you to do the same, but I will ask that you give me some time to flee as a courtesy to our long time as friendly acquaintances… So, do you want help?"

"But… How can I get help?" Kylon asked. "I… This problem is mine, it's not like--"

"You do realize that there's a god specialized in the mind, right?"

"You mean… No! Perchet, I can't--"