Bonfire Gods

Chapter one

   Imagine this, waking up only to see a night full of colorful stars that are spotted across the endless dark sky. After admiring the endless colors in the sky you turn to see a large pile of logs being set ablaze. The fire rose to the sky, slowly dancing and intertwining with the sparks that would leave the inferno every few seconds. The small trickle and crack of the flames leads you closer to the fire, eager to be more indulged into this beautiful world. A soft and gentle hand grabs your shoulder, it does not startle you, the touch is comforting and inviting.
   Turning to look to the comforting touch, you see a beautiful and eccentric being. They smile to you as you take in every detail of their being. Their eccentrically colored hair that changed tones, and shades with every angle you looked at it, Their colored eyes that were one solid color, yet Their eyes still had strong emotion laced upon the edges of them. Every time they spoke  smoke would wisp into the air insinuating it was freezing cold, but you are not even shivering in the slightest. Looking around you notice more people of the same solid eyes, and color changing hair. But they were far from copies
   Everyone of them was different in Their own way, weather it was body shape, hair style, how They held themselves when They walked, Their favorite drink, the tone of Their voice. They were all so different and unique. 
   They all invited you over to drink, and sing, and play the night away until everyone retired to their room. You slept peacefully and dreamt of a wild time you would shar with these beings. Only to be awoken to repeat your actions from the night before.

Believe it or not this wonderful place exists. A place where gods exist and have no care in the world. I want to travel to this place when I am older.
- Kamaiwan Rose

Once upon a time I used to believe in a place where gods never cared, They only laughed and played all day like children looking for wilderberries with Their mother. I only believed this story to be true when I was just like those young children. My uncle would read me these fables shortly before he lay on his deathbed. Before he passed he asked me to find him in this land, because the recently deceased became gods. I agreed to look for the place in grieving because I wished to see him once more.

Little did I know at the time these were fables to have children believe and stay innocent. They were true.

But still far off from the stories