People will do a lot of things for a promise alone. Or at least for the faint shimmer of hope a promise offers. The fall-through never seems as real as the prospect of success. Funny, that. Perhaps it has to do with the kinds of stories we tell.
(more) There was no peace. Peace is what was promised us. But we did not misunderstand the terms. We were lied to.
People forget that gods have the power to lie. We somehow feel as if they owe us something in their omnipotence. But they don't need to be loved, just believed in. Their power needs to feel manifest. And even when we never see it, we will believe a liar, again and again.
A wise and now deceased elder once said we get the gods we deserve. It's hard to argue.
We bring the tattered remains of our bargain back to those who gave it. The gods we find there are strange and diminished. There are people there as well. It is hard to discern which is which.
People forget that people have the power to lie, too. To justify the actions of others and the inaction we sometimes find in ourselves. Accusations are made. Stories run counter. Meanwhile the gift of our bargain languors.
If our gods are liars, it is what we deserve. If our gods are honest, then we have done this to ourselves. Either way, our proffered gift lays dying, and any mercy we are shown is too much.(less)