A Godless Place

The gulls were orbiting above us like falcons waiting for the kill. The clouds descended upon us, heavy with rain—a grey so deep one would wonder if the heavens had moved away somehow, and another realm was above the now-quiet city. The gods were at war perhaps with something sinister and strange, just as we were now fighting an invisible foe that sought not just to terrify, but to kill. Indeed, I had never seen the city so still; we have been beseiged, we were Troy again, but I did not know which gods were on our side. A godless city, someone had once said to me, as an insult I think, but the words echoed around me now. Whether this was a godless place I could not say, whether we were fighting on our own I could not know, but here we make our own miracles.