The Curse Of Tragedies

Prologue

Jude always loved myths and legends about gods and divine deities. Her parents would always read her myths, even if they had to skip over some parts that would've been less than appropriate for a little girl to hear. Yet she never was weirded out by some of the things she was read, oddly enough.
There was one story that felt more like a tragedy than a myth. The legend of The God of Death. But Despite how tragic it was, she wanted to hear it over and over again, to the point she practically had it memorized.
The legend tells of a goddess who couldn't bare children, but desperately wanted a child of her own. The goddess formed a small child out of the snow of the world of the afterlife. The goddess breathed life into the snow, and a boy formed, with the wings of a raven. He was then given the title of The God of Death.
The other part of the myth was always blurred between the truth and rumor. Some say that the young god grew over thousands of years and developed a liking for Silon, the goddess of beauty. A rumor spread that Death was having an affair with Silon, and this enraged the god of fire, Kliagon, who was Silon's lover. Kliagon found Death, enraged and hungry for revenge, for Death had made a fool of the god, taken his lover away from him. As a punishment, Kliagon cursed Death to turn to stone.
The other version said that the curse was a punishment from the gods altogether, though it was never known what Death had done to receive such a consequence.
Jude had never known why she liked the legend so much. Maybe because as a ten year old girl, it was easier to believe in those myths and hope that Death had gotten a happy ending after all.
Or maybe she hoped The God of Death was looking after her parents in the afterlife.
As Jude got older, she never stopped praying to The God of Death, leaving offerings at his shrine in the graveyard that was her parents resting place, though she didn't really know why she did when she hardly believed in the myths anymore.
Maybe it was to hold onto the stories that her parents told her.
Either way, she would never understand the weight of these myths, and the effect they would have on her life.

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Hello!

Sorry for the boring prologue, I just had to give a little context for the rest of the book.
I hope you enjoy!

-Anni