The Goddess of Creation and Beauty

Dream

When Jirou woke up, she didn't find herself in her room. Instead, she found herself in a nice bed. It's rather fluffy and comfortable. She got up and looked around. She seemed to be in a rather fancy room with mostly white color scheme. The bed was in the middle of the room facing the door.

Someone walked through the door. She was wearing a pure white dress and had her hair up in a ponytail. Jirou blushed looking at her. She smiled at Jirou. "Oh welcome." Jirou looked confused. "Who are you and where am I?" The women smiled. "Oh sorry. I'm Creati and this is my room." Jirou slowly moves back till her back was against the wall. "W-what?" She blushed harder.

"Ahh sorry about the blushing. That happens when mortals see me my god form. It usually becomes more effective the closer I get." She gets on the bed and Jirou blushes harder. "What do you want?" She asks.

"Oh I wanted to actually meet you. Watching you without knowing you seemed rude of me." Now Jirou was even more confused. Creati sat next to her. "Don't be worried. Your body is still in your room." She put her hand on Jirou's.

"Just relax Kyoka. I won't hurt you." Jirou tensed up when suddenly her body relaxed outside of her control. "What..?" She said. "Oops I'm sorry. I seemed to have relaxed you a little bit too much. I just wanted you to be comfy and not stressed out. Here." She created pillows and a blanket. She moved Jirou's head onto the pillow and put the blanket over her. She laid down next to her.

"Shh Kyoka. Just relax and sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." Creati smiled.

Jirou jolted up. She was back her room. It was the next day. Strangely, her wounds were healed. She heard her parents calling for her. She got her stuff and went into her grandfather's car. He smiled. "If it isn't my little flower bud." He said, rubbing her hair.

The drive was a quiet three hour drive. Jirou was deep in thought. The dream she had felt so real. Like Creati was really talking to her. She had talked so softly and was so beautiful and nice. I wonder what kind of people she likes. Jirou thought. She quickly shook her head. She can't think like that. She's a god and well... she is just a human.

Towards the end of the drive Jirou spoke up. "Hey gramps. You know a lot about the gods right?" She asked. Her grandfather laughed. "Of course! Why you ask?" She sighed. "Can gods talk to morals through their dreams?" He hummed. "I believe so. Why do you ask?" She sighed. "Nothing gramps."

He looked worried. "You know Jirou. There is a reason I leave stuff for every god." Jirou sighed. "Yeah I know every god is equal and stuff." Her grandfather sighed. "No it's for a much more important reason. In this time, gods are often coming to the mortal world. I've talked to a few gods in my time. Chargebolt, Red Riot, Ground Zero, and Pinky to name a few. Those few were passing by for food, knowing a few of their shrines were up by my house. It's was just that around that time, I was putting down the food for them. They said that there aren't as many shrines as there was many years ago and they often come to mine. I figured it was the same for all the other smaller gods and even the bigger ones. There has only been one shrine that the god made for it has never been to."

Jirou looked confused. "Who's could that be?" He sighed. "The god of music. I once saw a women crying over that shrine. No doubt it was Creati. There likely only one shrine for that god and that's mine. When talking to Red Riot, he told me that gods are often drawn to their shrines. I often see more food left at the shrine then I left. I think Creati puts food there." He sighs. Jirou continues to become deep in thought.

"Hey can I visit the shrines?" She asked. Her grandfather smiled. "Of course! Oh and look at that we're here." He parked the car in front of a log cabin. "Home sweet home!"