"Yes, I suppose you’re … right." she sighed, unfolding her legs and shivering a bit at the cold of the falling snow.
Jack nodded, there was this recurring fear every time Aisling mentioned Crom. As if his chest tightened up and made it hard for him to breath, just the idea of him existing and thriving scared him. He shuddered and tried not to think on it. “Thats horrible…”
"I try keeping humans out, they only grow more ignorant of the danger that awaits."
"So you need believers to survive too?" He asked, tilting his head.
"We had them, a very long time ago, we practically co-existed with humans. we have no one now." she paused, "Crom will take any human he can wrap himself around and they’ll be gone before I’ll even be able to fight him off again."
Jack used to be religious, at least he remembered being so, but over time he couldn’t exactly remember much about it. He could remember dozing in church though, and his Mother slapping him up the side of the head.
"Not that it matters. The spirits here are dying off. I don’t know why I’m not."
Well Jack couldn’t say that he could but by the way that she spoke she must have been serious. “I… never thought about that before.”
"Now people believe in made-up gods," she muttered.
Jack was surprised he had actually heard that name before. Out of all the times he’d flitted through classrooms and college seminars, he was interested enough a mythology course to stay through the whole of it. Of course, by sitting on the teacher’s desk and knocking his papers over, but he did pay attention!
“Wasn’t.. he a God? Though I didn’t know he was a bedtime story.” He chuckled, not sure if it was rude to laugh.
“Was. Do you know how easy it is to kill a God when no one believes in them anymore?” She asked, a tone in her voice that sounded like a bitter chill.
Jack knew well enough what it was like to not be believed in but he didn’t know that other spirits would disappear as well if they didn’t have any believers. So.. people only remembered him because he was in books? Because there was written proof? “Other spirits?”
"Sucellus completely disappeared. He was the one who created all of this, the land before them. They think he is some bedtime story and that would be the end of him," she quietly huffed.
She pokes her head out form behind a tree.
Jack looked down at his feet and grumbled something under his breath, but it wasn’t important. “Well.. then why don’t thy try to imprison him?”
"The people here stopped believing in him, his existence once a newer power was created in their minds. All the legends died out and… these … books took their places, all the other spirits disappeared,” she trailed off.
Jack hated hearing about harm coming to children’s way, hell, it was his job to protect them. “Well why didn’t anyone try to get rid of Crom, then?”
"People do not speak its name… no one can defeat a creature as old as time itself," she replied in a solemn tone.