Thread: Aber     (WhiteTiger& position open)

Aber Standing on the crest of the large hill, Afon watched the sun setting, moment by moment. In the distance, the loud cries of battle echoed off the surrounding trees, rocks and air all around her. High on the hill, she had a clear view of the sun setting and a great sadness filled her. Sunsets never pleased her, as they reminded her of the ending of her old life and the banishment into this one. The great sounds of the battle brought her to this hill, mourning her own loss and the loss of all the lives from yet another battle, as humans fought against humans. Lives setting and seeing their last moments as the world sees the end of the day. Blowing in the light breeze, the hood and cloak she always has worn, sways softly from it. Here she doesn't have to worry about the stares and gossip and fear that her presence always seems to invoke in humans. The setting sun reflects the luminous hidden gold in her eyes, giving away that Afon is not human, but here, alone, safe, she never has to worry about that. Necessary walks into town to gather supplies and food are the times she does have to worry, and is why she has worn this cloak for thousands of years, simply repairing it over and over as it ages with a simple twist of her power. Memories of the past flow through her mind at times like this, especially with the golden glow of the sunset and the myriad of colors across the sky. Afon remembers the time when she lived as and amongst the Gods as the Minor Goddess of healing and wisdom. Journeying to the temple of peaceful monks, she had hurried that time, to save as many as she could from the attack of yet another lustful and vengeful army of humans, slaughtering every one and everything they could in sight. Sadly, at the same time, unknown to her was the great God of Creation's son, Bel in battle against the forces of chaos and was mortally wounded. Brought back to the home of the gods dying, The Great God Brenin and The Great Goddess Rhianon, screaming for her to come immediately to heal their son. As Afon was busy saving and healing as many monks as she could, the son of the Gods, Bel, died in his mother and father's arms. Returning from her desperate journey to help the monks, she remembers the horrid ominous feeling in the air around her. Walking into the great hall, she saw the Brenin, the God of Creation and Rhiannon, the Goddess of Creation, hunched over their deceased son, Bel. Horror struck her as Brenin looked deeply and piercingly at her and through her with pain, agony, mourning, hate and rage. The Rhiannon wouldn't even raise her head from holding her son, as the golden tears of the Goddess flowed down her cheeks. Shaking ominously from the sound of his voice, the entire city of the gods was struck, WHERE WERE YOU?! the Great God accusingly asked her, almost frothing violently at the mouth. WHERE WERE YOU, WHILE MY SON LAY HERE DYING AND IS NOW DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU?! Falling to the ground between collapsing and begging for forgiveness at the horror that struck her, the golden tears began to flow down Afon's face, I am so sorry Brenin. I am so sorry. I didn't know. as she lay there crumpled on the floor before him. WHAT KIND OF GODDESS ARE YOU THAT TENDS TO HUMANS WHILE MY SON LAYS DYING? IT IS BECAUSE OF YOU HE IS DEAD! YOU ARE UNWORTHY TO BE A GODDESS AT ALL OR EVER BATH IN THE RADIANCE OF OUR CITY. YOU ARE BANISHED FROM HERE FOREVER AND YOU WILL GO AND LIVE WITH THOSE HUMANS YOU LOVE SO MUCH MORE THAN YOUR OWN KIND! With those words, simple really, as she remembers, the sudden shifting of space and time as her body was being rejected from the realm of the Gods and took a solid consistent form. The very same form she has today after so many thousands of years. The Vortex, the gate way to the realm where only the Gods may enter, she can still see, as she looks into the setting sun, just as clearly as she remembers it that day upon being cast out of the realm of the Gods. The cries grow louder from the battle as it heats up and peaks. Afon can feel the passing on of their life energy, bringing her out of her memories and into this day and the setting sun, away from the forever distant vortex and towards the cries of battle. Leaning down to pick up her basket full of medicinal herbs she had gathered from the forest that she lives on the edge of, Afon heads towards the sounds of the battle. Knowing the battle will be over soon. After the battle has finished, she will look for survivors and see what she can do for them. The home of the Gods and the vortex to and from their realm, the Aber mouth of the river source of all life and energy The great God Brenin and the great Goddess Rhianon The son of the Gods, Bel... now gone