Early Stages

Azhatia: Goddess of Courage and Warmth

"You said you knew her?"

"Hmm?"

"Azhatia?"

"You mean the goddess?"

nods

"Yes. She was in my school; in my class even."

"Didn't you suspect that she was more than she seems though? Wasn't she... different?"

"Well, she was. But even I didn't see that coming."

"Hmm.. That's strange. I thought that if anyone at all, you might've had, like, a vision about it or something."

"Nope. Not one thing."

"Well, you would've known her fairly well..."

"Yes."

"And you're pretty great when it comes to the past, future and prophesies..."

"Yes? Where are you going with this?"

"Tell me her story."

~

She was always different than those around her
She wasn't like anyone else
And anything of her past? Even her parents?
It was actually a great mystery.

She was a beautiful girl, anyone could see that
She was calm and gentle; kind and quiet
But people always seemed to be wary of her
She was actually rather peculiar

She always seemed unbelievingly optimistic
And she'd wear the sweetest smile
It'd actually be pretty difficult
To enrage the pacifist

She was as warm as the furnace people had in their houses
She was wiser than anyone you'd meet
But though she was homely and warm and sweet
She didn't have a home of her own

She always wandered all about; a free-spirit she was
She lived among the wolves
The vast greenery that covered the earthly ground
Was her home, under the moon and stars

She was always precise and was very sharp
She always protected the weak
She possessed a bravery unlike no other
She was someone to admire indeed

It wasn't until a great battle
In which many had fell
That we realised just how strong
She was above everyone

When I knew her, she was but a lost goddess
Who was looking for a place to be
But now she's above in her rightful place
Up on Mount Olympus

~

Another one for Marionette Club.

What do you think of my created goddess Azhatia?

Until next time,
Ade Alethra