Mirror Of The Forgotten Gods

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Nyx

The Wishing God

The New King

Three Centuries Prior

Nyx slowly closed the distance between she and the large white fountain the locals had accurately dubbed the Whispering Fountain. It seemed to them at this fountain more than anywhere else their wishes came true. The fountain was a thick glowing gold and silver statue of her father Aeltharion towering above the towns center outside the palaces gates. His face was bearded, and he held large scepter in his right hand which was meant to be charged with his divine Essence.

Within the scepter was a green orb which illuminated the fountain at night in a green and golden light that cast out in front of it an otherworldly glow. In the daylight the orb refracted sunlight casting glittery refractions on the town center. She loved to sit here and watch the rainbow patterns swirl across the faces of the elves.

The tall statue's sword was sheathed in a scabbard at his side, his left hand held palm forward towards the sky, a snake wrapping its way around his arm. The snake was meant to symbolize her mother, Vaylith.

Though the elves were a considerably more talented in the arts than the humans, this was not a close image of her father. Many seemed to think powerful Gods sported large beards, and looked old to convey their ancient wisdom. In reality her father often chose to wear the face of a young elvish man with wavy locks, a shadow of brown facial hair, and his true golden eyes. The major distinction between him and the elves were his otherworldly eyes. They took in both the picture in front of him and the whole world at once. While her father did take a scepter into battle at times he more often carried a battle axe than a sword.

Nyx frequently came to this spot to beg forgiveness from her father, to worship him, and other times to spite him. She deliberately answered wishes that her father would see as a betrayal. She reveled in the idea that her father watched them take place through the eyes of his worshippers at his place of worship.

The more of his worshippers who gathered the more likely she was to come. This city used to be his, but now it was becoming hers. With every passing year the only comfort she could take was in turning her fathers followers and making his precious heart city worship her. Her fathers powers peaked in the places where his followers spent the most time, as did her own. She felt the competition of their forces channeled in the city. The smokey smell of his Essence as it changed course whenever she came close to it. If she was going to spend an eternity here she would at least chase out his Essence. He would not gain strength where she was meant to spend her days in prison and if it was to be her prison she would at least make it her kingdom.

Nyx spent days at a time waiting by his fountain until enough wishes had been gathered and then she would answer the most inappropriate of wishes and prayers. Sometimes she gathered the wishes and answered them in their dreams, plaguing them with thoughts of all of the things they had wished for in anger and spite. Other times she was kinder, allowing them to only see what could be and not what would in their dreams. When she answered the kinder wishes and desires she often converted her fathers followers to become her own. Occasionally to convert the most stubborn she stepped out of the Ethereal Shroud so that they might see her. For the brief moment they were lost in time as they took in her beauty. Even though granting wishes was her duty, it was her primary goal to be a nuisance to her father, frustrating him from where he undoubtedly watched in the Gods ethereal realm.

Nyx looked around as she sat under the fountain. There were none of her personal followers about or her fathers and it was eerily quiet.

There had recently begun to be whispers that the fountain was cursed, as ills befell only Aeltharion's followers when they visited. It was a nice touch, she admitted to herself. If her father had realized he would lose ground here he probably would've exiled her to Thaladore or some other elvish city. Perhaps with his stranglehold on the people he though he could keep a better eye on her here as he looked through the eyes of his followers to observe her. How misguided he had been. In her temple she gifted the most truly devout answers and wishes. The more she answered, the more elves left her fathers following and joined flock.