The gods may be immortal, but their fame isn't timeless.
They used to know her name. One look at her and they knew she was divine.
She was the one who toke the souls lost at the sea to their final destination in the Underworld . She felt sorry for the mortals who passed away because of the wrath of her father or the rage of her brothers and sisters, so she made a deal with the king of the dead himself
and promised to give safe passage to those who lost their battle to the ocean. She was a safe haven after the storm.The goddess carried a replica of her father's weapon, the one who caused chaos and death and troubles but instead she used it to help the sailors, merchants and travelers. She protected and blessed the ships and boats. They didn't pray to her father in a storm. They prayed to her, and she helped them reach safe land, either in life or death.
She used to have temples and altars.
Now, not even her name is remembered.
Still, she sits by the sea, waiting to help the ones who need it.
After all, there is always someone who needs it.
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FantasySo this is a book of stories I created, characters straight out of my imagination Most are accompanied by my drawings that act like my views of the scenes or I think the characters would look like Hope you like it