Memoirs of a Fallen God
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  • Reads 266,404
  • Votes 4,769
  • Parts 32
  • Time 5h 57m
Ongoing, First published Jun 09, 2012
Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. 

And, fool that I was, I tried. 

Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. 

This is my story.  My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. 

Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.
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They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.