The Old Gods

The Old Gods

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Mythic and Epic
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Have you ever wondered where the gods are now? What happened to them after the world stopped believing in them; after humanity moved on to bigger and better? This is our story: who we are now, what we did to get here, and the cruel hold the Fates still have over us. DISCLAIMER: I am writing this as a Hellenic Polytheist, not to dishonor the gods, but to imagine their roles in the modern world that humanity is slowly destroying. This story is to show the way that our society is altering the gods and forcing them into darker versions of their ancient selves.
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I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.

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