Old Scars

The world is in grave danger. The Three Ancients, three gods that hold unmeasurable power, have been brought to their knees in the wake of the Last Battle, leaving them vulnerable. A new God, Topu, is trying to worm his way in, while one of the Three Ancients, Mirrian, has nearly faded away entirely, having sacrificed himself to save Fen, an Ancient who had been held prisoner. Meanwhile, Piad, the last of the Ancients, has lost all his alliances and is struggling to manage the brunt of his power on his own. But all is not lost, Praa, a minor goddess, has come out of hiding after nearly forty years.

Runa, a young mortal girl and once lover of Mirrian, struggles to right the wrongs and stop Topu, with the help of Praa and a small her band of allies, Cyepa and Jidi, all while grieving over the loss of Mirrian.

-undergoing editing!!! But essentially, all chapters are finished.-


7. Chapter 6



I follow the human girl and her friends out of the cave, as we make our way through the mountains. My magic hums and sings, and I hone in on the emotions of my company. 

The one who introduced herself before we left as Runa, the seeming leader of the group, is filled to the brim like a pitcher of water ready to poor, with anger and grief. I feel the distinct pinprick burning of her rage, along with the powerful river of her sorrow. Flitting glimpses of fear, like vultures circling a fresh kill, dance inside her mind as well. Such a strange mix. 

Then there is the one called Jidi, who swims in a soupy concoction that is a mix of bone grinding terror and waves of powerful doubt. Doubt for what?

The third, Cyepa, is a bundle of rage. Bright and burning, flames of rage dance, like the flames of the hottest fire to ever be lit. Her anger is so strong, it flows into me, giving strength to my weary bones. Anger is a powerful emotion. It makes people do things, things they wouldn't normally do. It is stronger than other emotions, and it makes people stronger in turn. 

I myself, am numb. I can feel a battle coming, and I can already feel the rivers of blood that will flow. I will need to weave a new tapestry. One for the war that looms. 

All the tapestries that hang along my cave walls are recreations of events, events that I've felt, gleaned from other people's minds. Mirrian's death, and how I'd felt it through Runa's perspective. 

We hike and hike, until finally clear the mountains. Then hike some more. Night begins to fall. The sky is washed red and orange and pink, the clouds tinged with blood. 

We set up camp, myself aiding the human girls in prepping the tents and bedrolls. 

We descend into sleep, myself under the stars, and lapse into dreams. 

I dream of blood and rage and vengeance. 


I awake in the morning to the sun glaring down on me, setting my eyes aflame. 

Runa has cooked breakfast, and I gobble it down without even bothering to ask what it is. We discuss strategy under the morning sun, and despite the fact that I am a goddess among mortals, there is no awkwardness, no formality. 

First we will split up, Jidi and Cyepa going to recruit more mortals to fight, while Runa and I try to recruit gods and goddesses, Fen in particular, but also Eva, goddess of ravens, and Allix, god of air and sky. They are known enemies of Topu. 

Jidi talks about recruiting a friend of Cyepa's, Dirian, while Runa suggest Breka, a friend of the entire group. 

We talk about it for half the day, then finally move on to other things like building and maintaining a fire and hunting for food. 

Such trivial thing to a goddess. 

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