Alistair had known people to be cruel, but he had never thought they could be this ruthless.

"Get away!" He didn't even have to raise his blade, a ring was already formed around him. He made his way towards the figure at the centre of his ship. Sunlight caught onto the tears of gold gliding your cheeks. You were a living myth with this talent. The fact that you were being treated like a commodity made his blood boil. You were a god amongst mortals, and you deserved to be treated as such.