A five thousand word short story where the quill proves to be more dangerous than any sword.The genealogist Draston is charged with the impossible. His master, Hamvok the Merciful, craves a royal ancestor or two to legitimize his tyranny. But every avenue of Draston's research comes to a dead end. Nobility has never sneezed on Hamvok's ancestors, much less married into them. And now Draston's time has run out.To save himself from Hamvok's violent displeasure, Draston promises to prove the tyrant is descended from a god. In doing so, he commits himself to a path of forgery and sacrilege. His enterprise will risk the wrath of gods. But, far worse, it will draw him to a shadowy figure more terrible than all the gods combined, the Fate Healer.