An ancient fairy tale

Chapter 00

In an ancient time gods used to rule over the world. Among them, a young and brave goddess with hair like flowing gold, sharp violet eyes, who watched over the world in times of disaster. She never understood the need of killing other living beings. In case the need arose, she detested it. For her, everyone has a purpose he or she lives for and they need to accomplish it before their death.

She always sat in her throne of pure white marble with her astral sceptre right next to her. When something happened on earth or in the heavenly castle it would shine in a bright red hue. When somewhere a new one was born, it would shine in an emerald green, which resembled the new leaf of every tree blossoming in spring. She was the archpriest of heaven and helped those in times of need. Everyone smiled and loved the goddess, whose name was unknown. But even in heaven there were traitors, who wished for her death.

Her head-maid was one of them. Even though the goddess graced her with life and health, she despised her. The maid never understood how the goddess could be loved so much and was envious of her astonishing beauty. But one needs to say, the head-maid herself was rather beautiful as well. With rich black hair welling until the end of her back, where her juicy, round hips were. Her huge black eyes and the tiny, slim nose, along with big, ample red lips matched her raven black hair in an astonishingly beautiful manner. She wore a dress, which was assigned to her by the goddess. It made her look even slimmer than she already was and hugged her body to perfection. It was in a violet colour, which underlined her snow-white skin. Someone who did not knew, she was the head-maiden could think, she was the actual goddess herself. But just, until they saw the real one. The head-maiden as gorgeous as she might be, she could never surpass the beauty of the goddess.

The goddess was tall. Her gold hair flattered her face, which held big violet eyes, a slim straight nose and pale red lips. She has slim shoulders that were hugged by the white dress, she was wearing. It enveloped her body down to her waist and flowed from there in slight waves until it molded into the ground. It was decorated with golden and white flowers and golden engravings at the end of her dress and on her waist. A long white cloth was bound around her body and made it look like she wore a second layer to hide her body and beauty. Her feet were stuck in a pair of leather sandals that were bound by two roped up to her calves.

Her bare arms laid on the armrest of her marble throne. It was huge and cold compared to the goddess, who had a warm glow to her appearance, that made anyone near her feel comfortable. Her sceptre was around two metres long and was leaning next to her on the wall. It was a long white wooden stick, which was wrapped in several layers of golden and white laces. It was crowned by a golden circle that contained a radiant stone.

The stone was able to detect the slightest danger on earth and in her castle, but it does not include herself. She wanted to live her life for those who cannot any longer and thinks that it is too vain to include her own person. Or else she would have known, what was going on behind her back.

Her head-maiden is in responsibility to bring the goddess her meals and teas when she longs for them. Half a year ago the head-maiden started to put a tiny amount of poison in the tea of her goddess. It was a leaf by a poisonous plant that could not be found in the garden of the castle, so the head-maiden send out her servant to gather it for her. He does not know what it is, because he was always responsible for the laundry and did not need to know such things. For that, he did not recognized it as a death bringing herb used to sicken the goddess, so her power would weaken. And for the sake of the head-maiden, it worked to the finest.

The goddess was not able to walk by herself any longer. Her skin seemed to become even paler as the days went by. But she put it aside and thought of it as exhaustion from the war that keeps building up in the human world. She was unable to keep it under control. The hatred and anger the humans felt against each other, boiled up as days went by. And the weakened power of the goddess was of no use.

The head-maiden enjoyed the appearance of her goddess. She raised the amount of leaves bit by bit and soon the goddess sat on her throne, unable to move. She could not even raise her hand and head anymore.

On her destined day, as the head-maiden bid her to drink the tea, to regain her health – not saying that she will enjoy it in the heaven, even the goddess cannot rule. The goddess took a sip and kept still for a single moment, which seemed like eternity. The porcelain cup fell out of her hand and shattered on the floor into an endless amount of tiny pieces. Her hand sank gracefully down to rest on her armchair. Her head leaned back against her marble throne as her eyes started to flicker.

The goddess closed her eyes as the sun was drawn to the horizon, splitting ground and heaven in the unreachable distance, letting her take her last breath as her eyes shut close and her body froze to stone and sat elegantly on her throne, bound to stay there for an endless eternity.

Her sceptre sparkled in an emerald green as a new born opened his eyes to the world for the very first time. It could not be said, which decade he was born in, but it was not a great one. But the light of the sceptre was also interrupted by red rays, which sees the evil coming in the human world without being heard.

Only the head-maiden saw the light, but was too vain to pay further attention to it. Snickering at the dim light of the moon as he rose lovely to the sky, she has not heard the person standing behind her. Her red lips started to frown as the sword was impaled in her body, spraying blood on her violet dress as it was withdrawn from behind, leaving a gaping hole in her chest. Like a rack-doll her body fell to the ground as she exhaled her last breath of air.

Now there was only one person left in the heavenly castle. Someone, who has a grudge against the head-maiden, because she had treated that person badly several times a day, using him as a slave. The kitchen boy, who had always been assigned the laundry, stood smirking at the edge of the castle, looking down upon earth, where war was starting to run wild. He could not stand those pathetic humans, who are throwing the life away, which they were rewarded with.

But now he was going to end this. In a few decades this world will come to an end through their own hands and no one will be able to do something to end it. They will not have the power. He loved his goddess, but she was too lenient and dear. But he is not. He is the self-crowned archangel, who is deciding their fate.

Some might have thought that the goddess or the archangel will be the main characters of this story. But it is not as some might think. The new life, born into a world of disaster and war, where life and death stood side by side at the edge of the cliff of destiny. He is the one, whose story will be told.

A story of a boy with golden hair, pure white skin looking like snow and mesmerizing purple eyes that have not seen the evil yet. Love is an important part of life, but not for those, who are captured in a world of war. But he is going to open their eyes to what really is necessary in life and his journey has just began.

He name ... is Mordecai.