The damned Zealots of the All-Seeing-Eye had been chasing me for three days when things finally came to an end. That last day had been all mad dash through jungle too. I’d played one little game of chance, in one of their temples, and they wanted me dead. Stupid of me to think I could be sneaky about it. In a Temple of the All-Seeing-Eye. It’s right there in the name. A little harsh on the reaction though. As I ran that last day I fully gave myself to Luck. To my Goddess of Chance. I rattled the dice in my hand as I ran, and I prayed. She was always my protector in my mind. I always prayed to her, only her, since I knew there were Gods and we could pray to them. So as I suddenly burst out of jungle cover onto a cliff edge, I kept running, kept praying. As my feet no longer touched ground beneath, them I threw the dice one more time. Left my fate to Fate. Seems Zealots of the All-Seeing-Eye don’t get to see their own demise in order to prevent it. While Luck, she works in mysterious ways, so can I live to tell her story.