I want to tell you a story of the goddess Alos, our goddess of the forest." People hushed. He was a good storyteller. He told a new story, of Alos and Morg, of a small girl who had dared to ask the goddess and whose wishes were granted. The crowd cheered and Morg smiled. She didn't mind, she thought, that not all the wishes had come true. Not really. But she had to squeeze her lips together very tightly to stop herself crying.