The power over me.

“You are the summoner. And I am the Sacrificial flesh. My body, my blood and bones, are the gateway through which Nugguth will spill in through this world. And you are the Master of the Key. Guard it well.”- Ancient scripture in temple of the Lost.

Fragments from Grims diary:

How could she relinquish such a burden onto someone else? How could she grant such responsibility to another?

But if you looked deep down. You saw that there walked a mare who never really exhibited full control over her own being.

A mare that had lived with the shadow of the knowledge that she had never really had full control over her own body.

And even now. Even after all the sacrifices that has been made. That feeling remained. Hanging in the air like the manure of the elephant no one really wants to talk about.

But talk about it she did. Perhaps mentioning that disgusting elephant in the room was her way of coping with her rotten reality. By acknowledging that we, as her friends, how held a terrible sway over her. Glyph even more so than me. For not only did she like me share in the knowledge of this terrible secret of the Miveran estate.

But Glyph alone held the knowledge of the forbidden tongue, the dark verses that would allow her a terrible level of control over Miveras being. She had already exemplified this control in a moment of panic, when she willed Mivera the power to save uss from her fathers maw.

But what does such a level of ownership mean for our friendship? How much does not such an imbalance upset the equilibrium of our relationship?

Perhaps it was better to acknowledge it right out, then go in unspoken pretence of the opposite.

For like it or not. We were now forever bound by the secret we shared, and the events of this night.