My book of one shots

OC back story

So uh, I created an OC and I had her story but never written her down or used her in any story. So, yeah, I'm doing it now.

Thine's POV.

I never asked to be goddess of all things night. It was just how fate determined it.

I never asked for my mortal family to be killed. It's the only way my actual half immortal parents could get me.

I never asked to be immortal. But that's the way heterozygous genes decided that I be homozygous recessive.

I never asked to be goddess of scaled creatures. They came to me as an idea and they appeared, with me as ruler.

I never asked to be goddess of winged creatures. They just bow down to me and were created like the scales.

I never asked for an army of huteresses and warrioresses. They were born that way.

I never asked to be this way.

It all started when those stupid werewolves attacked my village. It was the night after my 16th birthday.

It was a very happy day. I was a free woman.

My village worked differently than the other villages. My village at the time was a civilization, before Mesopotamia era. It just hasn't been discovered by today. It's been long forgotten in the hearts of many, but still reign in today's philosophizes. It worked better than any society today. It was perfect.

It was also a time of when the werewolves came to be. I may have been born of half gods, but I was raised like mortals.

Back then, women were stronger than men. They fought along with us. Only 18 and younger stayed behind, as we had yet to complete our training.

We never had a ruler. We all made rules together as a community, and the only person who truly was considered an authoritive figure was the representative, who was equal to us, and only traded messages between villages.

On my birthday, I ranked up to a class normally a middle aged person would be. I had unusual talents. We may have had the present day high living standards, but we each specialized in individual talent. Usually one per person, two if you were lucky, but I had all of them.

Nobody was envious, there was no such thing. We were happy, a concept lost by today. Of course we felt other emotions like sadness or frustration, but we felt happy for others. Envy, greed, and other emotions that did not exist came along after our village was lost.

I was honored. My family behind me on the stage, our representative giving a speech on what a grand occasion this was, a beautiful flower wreath being placed on my head with only flowers that exist in my privet garden, and all the congratulations as I walked through the crowd, slightly flustered as we were humble people.

I went to sleep that night without a pain in my back for the first time since I was 13.

But that was my last truly happy moment.

Around one A.M., the first types of werewolves attacked our quaint little village.

These were created by my biological parents, to get me back.

Why they sent me to live in a village like this I'll never know, they never told me.

The first pack, the Silverlight Pack, first started at the north side, where our representative was ripped to shreds. Then started to kill the adults. They saved the children for last.

I don't know all the details, but when I woke up, all saw was a man's face above me. The beta's face.

I sat up immediately, regretting my decision for a split second. The beta was shifting from his wolf form and his body wasn't fully shifted. His claws ran across my right shoulder, across the blade, and down my back. It left a permanent scar, signaling the birth of a goddess. I wasn't a full immortal up until that point, because the first wound triggers that immortality healing to kick in. I could never heal it.

I quickly grabbed my rank dagger from my bedside table and held it up to his throat.

I've never acted like that. Sudden hostility was not a thing I have experienced before. We usually tried to solve things rationally before resorting to defense, even then we try to settle it with peace.

"Who are you?" I demanded, "Why are you here?" Terror filled his eyes.

"Let go of him," a new voice said.

I didn't want to but I dropped him on the floor. I muttered an apology that wasn't really one.

"Look at me," the voice demanded. I scoffed and deliberately looked the other way. He snarled and put his hands and forced me to look at him.

I could see what he saw. I was his mate. But my will was strong enough to overcome him.

"Mine," he spoke as soon as his vision was over, "You are my mate. I am alpha, and you are now mine."

Realization hit me, how he was in my room.

"What did you do to my family?" I glared, the weather becoming dark.

"I'm sorry," he responded, holding his gaze, "They're dead. The whole village too."

I slapped his hand away and ran to what would be called a living room today and saw my mortal parents and siblings dead. Lightning flashing as my gaze landed on them.

I went insane that night, for that night only.

The alpha came down the stairs.

Instead of going wild with grief, I smile insanely. My breathing became heavy and thick. My eyes became snake slits, the first part of my immortality madness transformation. Black, sleek wings sprouted from where my shoulders hurt from previously, the second part of my madness transformation, the first of my immortality transformation.

I turn to face him.

"You will pay for this," I chuckled darkly, "I will return, and I will cause the same pain that you have caused me.

I flew off into the night, into the vast forest north of my village.

I wept under a tree that was deep in the forest. I came here here as a small child, when my mortal family was picking flowers for various events.

My eyes had faded back into the original silvery blue color. My wings, didn't go away however. It would be many more years before I learned how to make them disappear from my back so I could sleep more properly.

That's when I met my real parents. The sun was coming up, and they appeared in front of me. I was confused and scarred at first. Then they explain who they were with proof.

A few weeks in after accepting their hand in family, I learned that they sent that pack to kill my village. I was mad. I refused to eat, drink, sleep, and talk to them for days.

I eventually got over it, seeing as they only wanted their daughter back, but I never forgot it.

As I grew, I did return to where the Silverlight pack marked their territory. I cursed them to have a weakness of silver, for all eternity. Of course, it still holds true to today. The alpha is alive, as I punished him to live in sadness and guilt over what he has done. He is in the lowest level of the dungeon of the void where he suffers, along with all lovers that come around every century to claim me as theirs.

Around 100 B.C.E., my parents died, leaving me with the responsibility of all things night. It was a little hard at first, but I got the hang of it after a while.

I have never met Solaris, god of all things day. I couldn't if I wanted to yet. I do not care for romance if you think I'll fall for him, it's sheer curiosity of the unknown.

I have my soilderesses and warrioresses to command. Spreading dreams for encouragement, and resolve fears with nightmares.

I do visit the dead people of my once beloved village. The people tell me about the regrets of not seeing the signs. I assure them that it's alright. I wish I could hug them.

I have yet to find where half immortals go when they die.

I wish I was killed that night. I wish I didn't have to isolate myself in my own dimension of the moon to hide from mortal eyes. I wish I didn't have these responsibilities.

I wish I wasn't me.