The Beginning of a God's End

"This is a small stone mill," Afena explained as she put the instrument into a wooden box. "You can guess what it does."

"Did you make it?"

"No," Afena chuckled. "No, no. Not at all. This was made by someone I knew."

"Another witch?"

"Y--"

"Don't call her that, Irimena." Krenen was sitting at the opposite side of the table, observing and listening to everything the two women said.

"It's fine, Krenen. Despite what it means, I like the word. It sounds good and fun."

"But you weren't called that before, were you?"

"No. We were called Inarentas before the gods hunted us down. Although some Inarentas were, in fact, called witches when they went rogue. We never discouraged it, but always marked the difference. Now, it doesn't matter."

"Inarenta?" asked Irimena.

Afena nodded to let her know she'd said it rightly.

"What does it mean?"