Long, long ago, at a time when the earth was claimed by none and grew wild, there used to be a small settlement by the seashore. They were the first inhabitants of the world to claim the seashore as theirs, the first for everything.
From them, came all the knowledge of the Gods. The Gods first spoke to a small child in the settlement, who had not yet reached adulthood. Though not ignorant, the people could not understand the concept of another supernatural being which was their creator.
And thus, they disregarded the child's sayings, taking it to be the youth's overactive imagination. The Gods, merciful as they were, demonstrated their power by making the child perform various miracles.
However, still as unbelieving as ever, the people thought it was all the child's doing and elevated her to the status of a God herself.
This angered the Gods greatly. They unleashed their fury once the people started worshipping the child, placing great burdens on its shoulders. The seas roared and raged, destroying everything in their sight. They struck when it was most joyful: at the wedding of the chieftain's daughter.
The Gods' rage lasted merely a few minutes before it was all the same once more. The same rustling trees, the same sounds of the waves lapping. Except nothing could be the same once more for the people.
Some describe the rage as the Gods pulling the sea back like the arrow on an archer's bow, stretched back as far as they could. They aimed and let go of the string made of wind. The sea flew like it was carried by the swiftest horses, making its way for the settlement's simple celebration.
It struck deep into the land, letting out all the force with which it was strung. The people cried in despair, their tears mixing with the sea, and they became one with the Gods again.
The sea finally calmed down and went back to its rightful place, leaving behind hell for the surviving people. It was all calm once more. Trees lay broken and strewn around everywhere, wet sand claimed the lives of many more as it sucked them into the depths of the earth.
They built up the settlement once more and populated the village once more, but since then they have lived in fear of the Gods. Instead of the devotion, the Gods had asked for, they did everything out of fear.
Ever since then, the people have always scrambled to appease the Gods at the slightest sign of changing weather. Generations of the same family have been chosen as the sacrifice, the sole reason being that they were of the same bloodline as the child who was first spoken to by the Gods.
The Gods have never responded to their tearful cries as they were left to face the wrath of the elements of nature and they will not now. Not even when the whole settlement mourns the loss of another loved one.
She understands the villagers' fear, she understands their nervousness. But she can never forgive them for taking away her beloved.
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To Kill A God
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