Stories Of An Unusual Imagination

The Gods' Will

The Forced Upon. That's what they call me. I don't blame them, I just wished that they could've told me what was coming before it happened. I'm an abomination. A remnant of what is left of the Gods' plaything. 

I still believe in them though. I don't hate them. They needed someone to do the job, and I... just wasn't the person for it. The Gods' tried to reverse what they'd done, but the least they could do was reduce the change.

And so I devoted myself to the cause of finding the right one, whilst facing one... difficulty.

Smoke danced its way into the air as the smell of burning fish accompanied the odor. "So... Sorrel."

I looked up from my smoked salmon. "Yes, Knox?" 

"What happened on that day... you know, the... Giving Ceremony." Knox didn't strike me as a very shy person, seeing how crazy and all the pent-up energy he had the last few days during our adventure on the way back to Salvada. This was different. He knew the kind of question he was asking and was testing the waters.

Smiling, I put down the fish and looked down. "Well, if you really want to know, I-"

"I do!" he suddenly interrupted. "I do... Ahem, sorry, please carry on." I chuckled, he reminds me of Lana. An excited little kid, who although may seem like a dimwit at times, may still grow up to be a fine young man. Just as I thought, he is perfect for the Gods' Will.

I smiled. "I still remember it as clear as day..."

The Gods who have protected our world for all millennia, summoning me to their palace in the Heavens? Who would have thought. Goodness gracious, I was by far the most honored person in all the lands, right in that moment. The people of my village thought that I was perfect for the job. A kind, loving person like me. Gratitude couldn't even begin to cover my feelings for the village people as they cheered me on and waved as I made my way to the palace of the Gods.

They wanted me to take a place high up with them. I was astonished. A person like me couldn't be that perfect, could I?

They saw me as perfect. They thought I had no flaw. But they were wrong. The Gods, wrong? No, there must be some sort of mistake. I was me. I had a flaw. My weakness. 

As soon as they directed their powers into me, I faltered. I was scared as to what would happen to my old life, my mother, my father, what would happen to them? The powers had a mind of their own. As soon as they entered my soul, they detected weakness. Doubt. Fear. A God couldn't have fear. 

Their power crushed my bones, contorting them, twisting them and wrenching them into horrifying directions. Teeth and eyes and wings sprouting everywhere. It was terrifying and disgusting. I didn't know who I was back there, I couldn't remember. Screaming and yelling in pain, my emotions brought a storm within and outside of me. The Gods couldn't contain me, for they hadn't anticipated this. They tried everything to stop the storm that was quickly approaching my village. But it was too late. The houses, the trees, the people, all gone in a blink of an eye. Fires rages and havoc reigned. It was later known as the Storm of Heaven's Rage.

Finally, the Gods were able to contain me. Or at least, the power within my soul. It was too much, they said. Too excessive. My feeble human soul couldn't take it. They apologized, but I never said that it was their fault. 

They told me that they could no longer remove this power, and since then it has been a curse that plagued me throughout my body. Once in a while, I'd see a tooth or a cluster of feathers sprout here and there over my body. But that would later on be contained once again as soon as I regained my conscience. My emotions played a key role in controlling this forbidden power. 

Since then, I've been trying to find a person who was perfect for fulfilling what should've been my role. The Gods needed help quickly, and I decided that if I couldn't take the job, I would find someone that could. 

"And that's when I found you." I finished. Knox stared at me with huge eyes. "I see," he gaped. "Woah... So... I'm..."

"Yes, Knox." I nodded. "I can tell that you were meant for this. Cherish it, and whatever problems you have, you face it head-on. Don't be like me and suffer the same fate." I looked down sadly, no longer feeling the appetite for another smoked salmon.

"If that's so, then I don't want to be a God!" I looked up in shock. "What? Knox-"

Knox stood up. "I'm not worried about getting powers, I'm worried about you." When looked at me, I could feel the warmth and fire in his eyes. Fire was scary, but when used cautiously, it could be extremely helpful.

"What?" 

"Look, I am honored by the fact that you think I am perfect. I will take the role of a God if it is really what the Gods ask for. But once I'm gone, who's gonna take care of you?" Knox explained. "You said it yourself. You need to control your emotions in order for this to work. If you're gonna constantly feel lonely, that can't be good for you Sorrel. You're only a few years older than me anyway, and you're not very different from me. Maybe if we work together, we can even find a cure for this. For you."

"But, what if you get hurt?" My eyebrows nit with fear. I could feel a centipede of fear crawl up my spine once again. 

"Don't worry, I'm not weak, you're the one who's training me, remember?" Knox grinned with wide determination.

The centipede disappeared and I could feel my muscles relax. I smiled back at him. "I am truly blessed to have you by my side, Knox." 

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Heyyyyy I'm back. Exams have just ended for me, so now I can get back to writing. 

God powers are amazing and receiving one can ascend you to a likely Godhood. But what if that power is too much for you to handle? 

Sorrel and Knox are a pair of humans who have set off on a journey to find a cure for that. While Sorrel isn't completely human like he was before, he knows that he can never return back to his old life. Thankfully, Knox, a bighearted kid who is as reckless as he is kind, will help him in search of such a cure. 

Yeah this story was just one that popped in my head during tuition. Guess ideas really do pop up at the most random of times, eh?