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There was once a land where the new gods ruled as kings and speech with them was not uncommon. Each god spoke with only whom they wished, for each remaining god was harsh and cruel, not unlike the others before them. Heroes came to converse with them, asking for quests to acquire the position of glory and wealth they desired, but the gods witted the heroes into endless journeys only to bring them to the most horrid of destinations of which were impossible to escape. The gods became accustom to the dull minded humans, and grew weary with their boring banter quickly.
Then there came a time where Saar, a young flesh, visited the god Jamenta, a wicked soul, skinny as a tree that smelt of decaying earth and rotting flesh. Saar had only one question to ask of the god. He asked him.
“Jamenta, god of the dead earth, tell me, how can I hide from that which is death?” The god chuckled, then suddenly became enraged.
“You are wasting my time, that I, as the god I am, could be spending on other such things. Be gone with you and your companions. Return not again.” But Saar was persistent. He repeated his question.
“Jamenta, god of the dead earth, tell me, how can I hide from that which is death?” Now Jamenta had become unruly and agitated by the young male and lashed out at him, striking him in the ribs. Saar clutched his wound, but then repeated his question once again.
“Jamenta, god of the dead earth, tell me, how can I hide from that which is death?” Jamenta scowled and threw himself at Saar, but Saar was too quick for the sluggish god, whom had spent many of his days leisurely in his temple.
“Fine foolish flesh, I shall tell thee how to avoid the clutches of hades. Find that which will shield you from the hand which smites those whom have dwindled there life. The shield is not in such appearance as you would assume, it is in the form of a hammered coin. It dwells in secrecy, in the caverns of Dwern, the goddess of youth. Find the coin and keep it with you always. Do this and you shall avoid that which is named death.” Saar thanked the God for his guidance, returned to his village, and gathered his belongings for the next day; for he knew his journey would be long and treacherous.
In the evening of the same day, a half flesh came to Jamenta the god of the dead earth and begged him for answers that he may have to himself. The half flesh was a girl with porcelain skin, named Merenta, daughter of Mertain, goddess of love and Ginart, a mere temple keeper. She came to the temple of Jamenta to ask him: “The young flesh, of the local land yet of German blood, the one whom came to thee only earlier today to ask of you a quest. Please, tell me where he has been sent by you.”
The bitter god chuckled to himself as he lounged weightlessly into his throne. He asked her what the reason for her question may be. She answered meekly, humbled by her own words.
“I wish to accompany him, for I have feelings of which may kill me if he leaves for a place so far from where I am. I know I am not worthy of what I ask of thee, but show mercy on me and grant me my only wish, I beg of thee.”
“You ask of me to inform you, so that you may follow your love to the depths of which I have sent him? Does he not know you wish to take the journey with him? Does he not know of your feelings?” Merenta looked down at her feet, too embarrassed to answer. The god reached down from his throne, raising her face to see him.
“I find it unwise to ask me to do such things for you, for you are but a girl of porcelain skin and barren bone, where I have sent him is not a place for such delicate flesh. If you wish for him to stay with you, why do you not ask your mother , Mertain, goddess of love. Could she not help you?”
“I would never have her do such things to Saar. The love she can manipulate is not true, and I do not want it to be a forced situation. I wish to only be his companion, on a journey he dreamed to complete.” Merenta explained. Jamenta let out a weary breath that filled the room with a decaying scent.
“I never quite understood you fleshes and your ‘love.’ Why can’t you just stay as one flesh? Is there a need for two of you to become a match for eternity? Don’t you all know that faithfulness cannot last so long?” Jamenta began, “I suppose though, I shall aid you. I will send you to a point along the way, but I must warn you, he seeks the place of which Dwern inhabits and she is a temptress, whom offers life eternal in exchange for other things. Do you still wish you to go?” Merenta nodded.
“Yes.”
The next day, Saar set out on his journey to find the caverns of Dwen. He headed west, near the land of the new, for he felt the caverns may be found there. He soon stumbled upon what seemed to be the perfect place to make camp, a small patch of woods, cleared out by the weather that had arrived before him. Saar was setting up his belongings when he heard an eerie sound. His ears were flooded with awful screeches and yelps. The air began to thicken, and the trees around him seemed to lean it to him, trapping him within there grasp. The smell of pure honey overwhelmed Saar, but then it changed, withdrawing from the woods and being replaced by the odor of deceased wildlife. The young flesh now knew what was going on. Jamenta was sending a message.
Saar’s eyes watered as the retched sight of Jamenta’s true form appeared from above the trees. The god was now nothing like Saar had remembered, not a trace of human in him. Jamenta stood eight feet tall with the leg of an ox and the body of a bear. He had no eyes, but the nose of a mole. The rest of his being was combined of dark shapes and wisps, he seemed to charge and flat at the same time as he grew closer to Saar.
“Flesh, I have given you the instructions for this test, and I now have decided it has been to easy for you. Take this.” The god told him as he placed a large wooden chest beside of the boy.
“What is it?”
“A gift, or a curse. It is up to you, weak minded flesh.” And with saying so, Jamenta dissolved into the darkness of the sudden night.
Saar starred at the chest, weary to open it. It was quite large, but not quite large enough for himself to fit in as he first had assumed. He pried the chest open carefully, to uncover a sleeping flesh, a familiar young girl he had seen wandering the temples in the evenings. She smelled of marble and incense, confirming whom he thought she was. He shook her, hoping to wake her from her slumber. She slowly opened her eyes, looked up at him, and sat up in the chest.
“Oh hello, Saar.” Saar scrambled back away from the lass. Frightened by the fact that she had known his name but he had never meet such a girl personally before. Merenta frowned.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You do not remember me? I am Merenta, daughter of the goddess Mertain and the flesh Ginart. I dwell in my mother’s temple by your city, you seem to visit the temple quit often.”
“Well yes, I suppose I do…I’ve seen you there before, have I not?” He replied, his cheeks reddening as the conversation went on. Merenta stood up and exited the chest, glancing around the area.
“Yes, you have. I aid those whom look for closure.”
“Closure?”
“When a lover dies, I help the other move on, only if they wish to. Some flesh come to me, wishing to find closure by speaking to the dead, but only do so that they can speak with their love once again. Most do not seek real closure. Most seek to use my mother’s power as they were not intended to be squandered.” The two sat down, intrigued with each-other's company.
“I did not know that Mertain took care of such things. From my knowledge, she was only what seemed to be a match maker and joy bringer.” An excited look appeared on Merenta’s face.
“Oh! No! She deals with so much more! Even martyrs, suicidal lovers, and family relations. She’s quite a powerful goddess.”
 Turts · Sat Mar 24, 2012 @ 08:50am · 0 Comments |
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