17.

Somewhere in the city of Dansel, a few days prior...

Ossieus hadn't felt this tired since the first time he laid down to sleep on earth. His body was weak, craving attention. He knew a fix that could easily make all of his pain go away, and yet he had to wait to get what he wanted, or, in this case --- needed.

He was, for lack of a better plan, waiting it out. He hated to think he had to be patient. But, that was often the way things had to go when the believers were few and far between. This wasn't the first time Ossieus had struggled to sustain himself, and he was sure if Esme had any say in the matter that he would be but a hazy memory to all the humans.