Mirror Of The Forgotten Gods

Chapter 1

Part 1

The Yearning

Nyx

The wishing God

On the wings of regret

Three Centuries Prior

For the span of three millennia, Nyx endured her nightmarish imprisonment within Sunshard the elvish heart city of Eldrithel. She spent most of her time in the palace gardens taking solace in the sunshine and the ever constantly blooming fruits and flowers. She watched from the palace balcony as the kings personal guard honed their skills together with wooden swords and knocked back arrows which struck their targets with expert precision. She particularly enjoyed scaling the roof of the palace and chasing the birds which seemed to gather constantly there and looking at the king in his secret chamber. As the birds took flight so did she flinging her body from the thatched roof and launching herself into the sky after them. They marveled at her, squawking as she joined. She would never travel as far as them and only joined them till the cities edge.

Today Nyx felt the sunshine on her face and listened to a constant stream of wishes chattering in ears. She looked towards the city center. There were throngs of people laughing and for the most part the city had a playful feel, the air swirled around them with their whispered secrets.

Yes, this would be a good day for Nyx.

She leapt from the balcony she stood on and floated gracefully down as the cobblestone street made contact with the balls of her feet. After her time spent amongst the elvish people she understood the essence of her mother and fathers creation. She preferred the elves companionship to the humans.

Nyx felt her eternal punishment was superfluous. All that she had done was kill Tyrankrill. Who even cared about him? She wondered. He was the God of some underwater sea urchin. Sure it was a whole family of urchin and mussels but it wasn't like she'd killed the God of the ocean himself.

"It wasn't his death," her mother and father had chided, that bothered them so much. "It was her dishonesty." She mimed as she walked through the soldiers horse stalls. She skipped past a particularly muscular draft horse and then sidestepped dung. One of the ebony horses batted a fly with its tail and she felt the tail hair snap at her too.

"Hey!" She chided the horse, who merely snorted its displeasure and looked forward at its feed bin. A grey mare snorted as she passed. She felt it mocked her. The horses often took in her ethereal scent and spotted her when the elves did not. She towered over even the tallest horse. Most of these horses were trained for war and so they did not frighten as she passed them, like the commoners farm and work horses did.

She walked down the hill which connected the palace to the main road deep in thought, "She had broken the most important rule of all." She recalled her father saying to her. "Gods do not kill Gods, by proxy, or by their own hand."

But what was she supposed to do, not fight back? Should she have let her cousin push her around? Besides... He'd left the most important part of the rule out. If they did kill another of their kind, or have someone else do it, they should just never be caught. Nyx had been sloppy.

Nyx felt the ebb and flow of the throngs of people beside her. She allowed the winds to swell around her. She looked to the birds above her and made her own silent wish. The one wish which would never come true, for there was no God beside Nyx to wish to. She ran forward towards the smell of honeyed bread and the loud fountain in the main streets within Sunshard.

She was the wind. She found she picked up their secrets faster as she swirled past them in her ethereal form. She loved to be the wind, it was the most freeing to her to flit about town faster than the eye of the elves could register. She felt it was the closest to freedom that she could experience in her forever prison her parents had left her to rot in.