Born of the Gods

Chapter Eleven- A New Toy

It was a while into the deep sleep before I began to dream. I was pulled from my slumber by the roof of the inn being torn off. I had begun to suspect it was only a vision when the entire building collapsed from seemingly nothing but wind. I was pulled into the air, similar to my last adventure in the sky. It was my father, but why was he calling on me? 

Wind pushed past my face until I slowed and hovered midair. A chair formed from condensed water vapor under me and I sat down. It was surprisingly dry.

"Hello," chuckled an old voice I recognized, "I didn't expect you to actually sit."

"It seems comfortable enough," I told him calmly, though I really didn't feel that way. The idea of sitting in the sky and talking to a god who claimed he was my father didn't really appeal to me.

"I can sense your unrest, but I assure you you will not fall. I have called you for two reasons. One is a warning. One is a gift," he said in a serious tone. I began to get worried.

"A warning?" I asked, "Trouble from the other gods?" 

"No, not yet. However, their children plan to make a move against your camp soon," he said.

"How did they find us?" I said and nearly stood up in frustration. That would've been bad.

"I do not know," he admitted, "But Hera has told me they plot against you. They will wait until you return, then strike at night. They know you are in the city. Someone might be following you."

"Well then we need to find and kill him," I suggested.

"No," he said quickly, "You need to go back to your camp once you are ready. Use this information and ambush them. Your time for revenge has come, Sarin. Alulim will be with them."

"Why would I want revenge against him? Was it not a god who killed Mother?" I asked.

"Yes, it was," he said, "But Alulim is that god's son. That is why he will try anything to kill you. His father was made foolish when you escaped his beast."

Anger boiled inside of me, along with a strange sense of anticipation. I was finally going to avenge my mother. Maybe it was not her true killer, but it would be a start.

"Do not let your anger cloud your thoughts. Focus in the fight, and do not let revenge twist your heart. You are a good person, Sarin," my father spoke.

"You said something about a gift?" I asked nervously. I'd always felt strange taking gifts I didn't feel I'd worked for.

"Yes," he said and a hand formed out of clouds and extended towards me. It was empty and I began to get confused. The hand began to glow with light. It was a soft golden light, not too bright, but still very strong. Wind began to blow harder and faster, moving in a circle around the godlike hand. The wind seemed to move closer and closer around an area on the palm. The spot became shrouded in mist until all movement stopped and there it was. A small, golden object.

"Take it," the deep voice spoke. I climbed onto the cloud and took the golden item. It was the grip of a bow. It looked amazing. There were engravings of the sun and beams of sunlight covering the piece. The strangest part was the top and bottom. There was no obvious way to attatch any arms to it.

 The god laughed at my confusion. "Imagine it as a full bow. Imagine that it was complete, and the string already attatched."

I closed my eyes and thought of it, feeling slightly silly. I heard a hum and looked down to see that the missing pieces had formed of what looked like golden sunlight. The string was a thin, golden strand like nothing I'd ever seen before. It didn't even seem to be made of material. It looked as if a really strong beam of sunlight just went from the top to the bottom. I touched the string and it was warm.