Flitting across the cosmos from one rock to the next, all was still.
A swirly purple one. A little green one. A sandy red one. Alighting on a mostly blue one with wavy whites, she dangled her feet off the edge and into the void.
Cheek in in palm, she bore a frown. Boredom reigned.
"Hmm?"
A brow was raised in moderate surprise. There was a microscopic peculiarity.
So she gave it a nudge. Just a nudge.
Space rippled as if it were the surface of a pond.
She was gone. Off to find the next rock.
...
..
.
A swirly purple one.
A little green one.
A sandy red one.
A mostly blue one with a tinge of green and wavy whites.
Little things had erected shapes and pillars from the earth.
Upon a pasture, a young girl laid limp. Her life pooled under her, dying the grass, already wet with rain. Huddled over her, embracing her tight, was a man clothed in primitive garbs. A father.
The air swelled, and a brow lifted in base curiosity.
Maroon climbed its way up the father's tunic. Tears were shed, unceasing in their sorrow.
A radiant palm reached out, drawing his attention, its touch gracing his daughter's figure.
He directed his gaze upwards and beheld naught but vestiges of fading ripples.
Warmth returned to the one within his arms, as did the sun.
"Goddess..."
The blades were dyed no longer, verdant in all their glory. Tears were shed, unceasing in their joy, unceasing in their piety.
Two souls thus set across the land, devoted to spreading word of a creator—of an almighty savior.
Then came amusement at the status those creatures afforded her.
...
..
.
A man of destiny stood before his vassals, crowned and clad in regalia. A sea of subjects heeded his words.
It was here that he set aflame the machine of war, pointing the tips of their spears towards friend and foe.
Space billowed, and from behind him manifested her radiant form.
Eyes wide, he spoke thus, "Behold, our kingdom's guardian has blessed us with triumph!"
A frown.
Resounding roars shattered the sky, smothering the warps in space left in her absence.
Unceasing was the king's ambition.
In but a blink, however, her status diminished just as her amusement did.
...
..
.
Towers of metal and glass protruded forth, motion and noise abound.
She walked among them.
"Did you see her? That wretch caked in dirt?" Laughter erupted among a passing pack of them.
That dirt was a souvenir from a brief visit to another one.
A coin was tossed her way, accompanied shortly after by some spittle.
They were unceasing only in their apathy and their derision.
Ripples spread just as they had before, but they now encompassed it all.
One moment, the mostly blue rock was there, with its swathes of green and stagnant grays in lieu of wavy whites. In the next, a vacuum took its place, the only indication anything had ever existed there waning waves.
But she was gone. Off to find another rock—perhaps another one worthy of a whim.
It should come as no surprise, then, that just as it all began with a whim, so too did it end with one.
RouGui_ t1_j93vu9r wrote
Reply to [WP] God, demigod, guardian--Every time mankind finds you, during a different age, they give you a title representative of your otherworldly power. You aren't getting weaker, yet your title gets diluted each time until finally, a group of humans think you're just a homeless person who needs help. by gymleader_michael
A whim. It was just a whim at first.
Flitting across the cosmos from one rock to the next, all was still.
A swirly purple one. A little green one. A sandy red one. Alighting on a mostly blue one with wavy whites, she dangled her feet off the edge and into the void.
Cheek in in palm, she bore a frown. Boredom reigned.
"Hmm?"
A brow was raised in moderate surprise. There was a microscopic peculiarity.
So she gave it a nudge. Just a nudge.
Space rippled as if it were the surface of a pond.
She was gone. Off to find the next rock.
...
..
.
A swirly purple one.
A little green one.
A sandy red one.
A mostly blue one with a tinge of green and wavy whites.
Little things had erected shapes and pillars from the earth.
Upon a pasture, a young girl laid limp. Her life pooled under her, dying the grass, already wet with rain. Huddled over her, embracing her tight, was a man clothed in primitive garbs. A father.
The air swelled, and a brow lifted in base curiosity.
Maroon climbed its way up the father's tunic. Tears were shed, unceasing in their sorrow.
A radiant palm reached out, drawing his attention, its touch gracing his daughter's figure.
He directed his gaze upwards and beheld naught but vestiges of fading ripples.
Warmth returned to the one within his arms, as did the sun.
"Goddess..."
The blades were dyed no longer, verdant in all their glory. Tears were shed, unceasing in their joy, unceasing in their piety.
Two souls thus set across the land, devoted to spreading word of a creator—of an almighty savior.
Then came amusement at the status those creatures afforded her.
...
..
.
A man of destiny stood before his vassals, crowned and clad in regalia. A sea of subjects heeded his words.
It was here that he set aflame the machine of war, pointing the tips of their spears towards friend and foe.
Space billowed, and from behind him manifested her radiant form.
Eyes wide, he spoke thus, "Behold, our kingdom's guardian has blessed us with triumph!"
A frown.
Resounding roars shattered the sky, smothering the warps in space left in her absence.
Unceasing was the king's ambition.
In but a blink, however, her status diminished just as her amusement did.
...
..
.
Towers of metal and glass protruded forth, motion and noise abound.
She walked among them.
"Did you see her? That wretch caked in dirt?" Laughter erupted among a passing pack of them.
That dirt was a souvenir from a brief visit to another one.
A coin was tossed her way, accompanied shortly after by some spittle.
They were unceasing only in their apathy and their derision.
Ripples spread just as they had before, but they now encompassed it all.
One moment, the mostly blue rock was there, with its swathes of green and stagnant grays in lieu of wavy whites. In the next, a vacuum took its place, the only indication anything had ever existed there waning waves.
But she was gone. Off to find another rock—perhaps another one worthy of a whim.
It should come as no surprise, then, that just as it all began with a whim, so too did it end with one.