Earth was formed into existence on a bright and sunny morning. The kind of morning when everything is wonderful and the possiblitities are endless. She was a soft sandy beach, colorfully decorated with bright corals, pretty shells, and shiny colored pebbles. She was lush with beautiful green forests covering rolling hills. Her hair was a soft waterfall of ivy.
Earth's life after, however, was anything but bright and sunny. The boys would try their hardest to steal her shells, her corals, her shiny rocks. They pulled and knotted her cascading ivy locks. Her grandfather, the all powerful sun, beat on her every day, hardening her soft sands into rocky cliffs and hardened desert plains.
Earth was made strong. She learned to be tough, durable. UNBREAKABLE. She learned she could make others cower with the wrath of an earthquake, or the eruption of a volcano. But most importantly she learned the one who could hurt her the most, was herself. The goddess hated herself. Hated her rough body, hated the way she had to make everyone hate her. She hated them all but mostly she hated that she couldn't change herself. And so she punished herself, gorging canyons into her body. Slashing rivers open from her skin, leaving them to gush out. And yet she couldn't accept her hate for herself. She turned the blame outwards and made herself the victim.
Earth stormed through her life cutting those who dared to get too close her. She was angry at their happy lives. She was the picture of hardened bitterness and she lashed out with hate at everyone.
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The Love of an Earth Goddess
FantasyEarth is beautiful, kind. Earth is strong, a small rock fortress of a woman. But Earth is lonely, lost in a cold and dark universe. She longs to find another soul like hers to complete her. Accompany her in her travels through the universe in her s...
