After God knows how long I wake up, shielding my eyes from the harsh sunlight as I sit up and yawn. I stretch my arms up over my head, my crop top riding up a bit but I don't really care cuz I'm the only one there at the moment, or was I? I look around and I spot a girl with tan skin, orange hair, and green eyes, looking right at me. "Uh....hi?" I asked in a very soft yet uncertain tone, "do you think you can help me find out where the hell I am?" The girl just looks at me, pointing behind me to a sign. I of course turn back and look at the sign. "Portland? Why the hell am I in Portland? I was supposed to be in God damn Texas!" I groaned, running my fingers through my long, silky black hair, but as I do so, I spy a very pretty woman with light purple skin, red eyes, and milky white hair, and she seems...... shocked to say the least. "You understand.... The symbols of old?" She asked in a melodic voice, which was almost enough to send shivers down my spine I'm not even going to lie. "The hell do you mean 'language of old'? That is the normal writing of my place. To put it in layman's terms that's actually common writing for us." I explained, and the purple girl nodded. "you must be from The Above, then. Only those from up there know the language of old. You might be the goddess that was prophesied about!" The tan girl exclaimed excitedly, hopping up and down on the balls of her feet. "Easy there hyperactive child, what do you mean by 'goddess'? I'm simply but an average adult trying to make a living. Currently I was on my way to go visit my best friend when the plane crashed. I am not a goddess." I said, shaking my head as I stand up. "You must be, though. With your grace and beauty, how could you not be?" A deep voice asks from behind me, and the owner of the voice had earned himself a swift punch to the face out of a reflex of mine. "Shit! I am so sorry! It was a reflex of mine because people tend to sneak up behind me a lot and I get scared easily" I quickly say bowing to the person that I punched, who only chuckled, his voice having a very low bass to it. "It was not your fault, dear goddess. It is I who should be apologizing. After all I did scare you." He said, bowing down. As he raised his head to look me in the eye, I got a good look at his features, blushing a hella red afterwards. When I tell you this man is fine as hell, I mean he is fine as hell. Chocolate brown skin, bright amethyst purple eyes, and what looks to be silky black hair cascading down his shoulders and back like a waterfall of flame. Holy hell he is hot- no no no no no I cannot be thinking this, I think to myself as I shake the blush away. "Again, I do apologize. It was rude of me to hit you." I stated, looking into his eyes. He simply nodded, smiling warmly. "Well my name is Corpha, I am the leader of this tribe." The man stays, bowing to me. "Ok first things first we are not bowing to me. I am not a goddess." I said. "And secondly, my name is Celia Motherlands. Just call me Cece." I say, smiling. The others look at each other before nodding. "Celia is a lovely name, for a lovely goddess." Corpha said, leaning to my ear. I turn a bright red. "Boi if you don't back up I will slap you and not say sorry." I'm trying not to fall for you thanks. I think to myself. The ginger giggles. "She likes you~" she says in a singsong voice. I look at her, giving her a predatorial glare, one that resembles a dragon. "Shush. I'm trying not to fall for the men here." I say, my voice having a low warning growl to it and she backs up, blushing. The others around me blush as well. "My word.... I didn't think Goddess Celia was very hot when scary." The milky haired lady says. "You and me both, Farshel. Holy heck-" the ginger says. "Indeed that is a sight to behold, Gatra." Corpha states. I sigh, rubbing my temples. "Y'all never gonna stop calling me a goddess, huh?" I ask, looking at them. "Nope!" Gatra the ginger pipes up. Fuck meeeeee! I thought, facepalming as I might as well regret my next words. "Alright then, Show me around please."
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The One From Above
De Todoan ordinary girl who was simply on a plane ride to visit her best friend she hasn't seen in years, suddenly gets into a strange plane crash and wakes up in an unfamiliar place. looking up at a sign she reads Portland but the natives there are shocke...