War of the Gods by Cat2000 R

Even though you no longer particularly care what happens to you, you feel like you should probably stop and have something to eat. You can feel the death curse just at the corner of your mind, waiting to leap and close its jaws around your soul.

-Not yet... You will not have me yet.- You're determined - you will not succumb to the death curse, not until you have found your mother. If only you had more clues as to her whereabouts...

It blackens briefly in front of your eyes as you carefully lower yourself to the ground under one of the trees, but you blink to clear your vision. Provided you do not get injured, you will probably be able to survive the curse for a while longer.

Again, you don't particularly care if you die or not - there's nothing to hold you to this world. Nothing except for the deep desire to find your mother, if she is still alive, and rescue her.

You still have a small amount of food in your pouch, so you don't have to worry about foraging for more yet. You close your eyes a moment as you eat, feeling suddenly tired, though you don't particularly want to rest. But maybe it might be better? It couldn't hurt, after all, and it's hardly like it'll make things worse.

What do you want to do?