Myths of the TFSK Deities

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For all the myths based around the deities of TFSK....they may be true or twisted by time, they may simply be legends gained fame. Make the title a heading for ease of access and add to the collection~!

## Delilah's Betrayal: A Myth from the Tales of Chaos

By Andalite

Once, early on in the time of the world, the gods, looking down from their city in the heavens, decided to pool their power for the good of mankind.  They would all band together to bring the mortals into a new age, a golden age, and bless the world with peace.

The gods put aside their petty squabbles and raging wars, all of them joining together in this effort to bring happiness and health to all.

At their word, the lands grew more fertile than they'd ever been, the raging Winter storms relented, the sweltering Summer sun hid behind thin clouds.  The animals multiplied and grew plump, sickness died out and children were born, discovery, science and invention boomed, and the world was happy.

But it couldn't last.  Delilah, gazing down at the joyful world from above, grew displeased with all the happiness without tragedy, all the gain with no loss.  An anger built inside her as she looked down apon what she'd helped create, and she slipped down from the heavens, into the mortal relm, when no one was looking.

Dressed head to toe in black, as if already grieving for the deaths soon to come, Delilah went on a rampage, black tears streaming from her eyes as she watched cities burn by her hand, an anguished, enraged scream rising into the air as she summoned thunderstorms, hurricanes, blizzards and tornadoes at once.  The sky was choked with black smoke, looking like night for seven days without break.

It was carnage.  The mortal relm never stood a chance.  Armies were smited in moments, brother turned on brother as her power infected them.  Kingdoms crumbled to ruin, and everywhere she went, her seal, be it on a lucky token, or throughout her temples, snapped in two, barely holding together, against all logic.

As the goddess walked by, entire buildings turned to rubble, never to be salvaged, the most kindhearted mortals felt themselves fill with wickedness, and turned on their firends.

It was a terrible time, and on the seventh day, the other gods tracked Delilah down, and put a stop to it.

Descending from their heavenly abode, they surrounded her, and demanded the goddess stop.  Delilah refused, fighting back and wounding a few in her rage, ichor spilling onto the ground, reviving the burned, dead patches of earth that it touched.

The fight was long and tedious, Delilah against the world, but Delilah was chaos and luck and destruction and she was everywhere, so she evaded capture for another two days.

On the third day, she was caught.  Found by the gods by chance, she was collapsed on the ground, crying, and didn't fight or even speak when they took her away.

Delilah wasn't seen for generations, and it was just as well, giving the world time to heal.  In time, fearing her wrath again, the people tried to repair her broken seals, but any that were made new instantly cracked down the center, a marker of Delilah's betrayal forevermore.

## The Luckiest Man in the World: A Myth from the Tales of Chaos

By Andalite

Once, there lived a young man.  He wasn't rich, hardly anything to his name, save for his house and his flock of sheep.  Despite this, he was fairly happy with his life, though he wished one day to be wealthy.

Over the hills of Spring he lead his sheep, letting them graze on the soft grass as they saw fit, when he came apon a girl, with large eyes and ruffled dresses, her long brown hair piled on her head.

He asked what she was doing so far from town, alone.  To which she replied, with a simple answer: "I'm here to grant a wish."

He mused over that, not quite believing it, and in jest replied, "Why then, I wish to be the most lucky man in the world."

The little girl grinned at his wish, and her eyes flashed lime green.  It was then that he realized this was no little girl, but Delilah in disguise.

"Enjoy boundless luck, young man," Said the goddess of Chaos and Karma, "But be warned, good and bad must always be balanced, one cannot exist without the other.  You will have the best of luck, but nothing is ever without consequence."

With that, she vanished in a cloud of dark smoke, leaving the young man stunned.

On his walk back to town, the man could already notice the blessing taking effect. He had found three more sheep wondering around in the area, and added them to his flock, plucked an expensive hat from its place hanging on a tree branch, and met a pretty lady that seemed to fancy him on the spot.

He soon learned the extent of this newfound good fortune when he began his trek through the streets. A rogue mountain dragon chose that moment to attack, but no matter where it's fire rained down, the young man was untouched, barely even warm.

Deciding to test his new power, he approached the dragon, sheep following obediently.  The dragon didn't seem to notice him nearing, and with his herding staff, the man swung at the monster's leg with all his might.

The beast roared in pain as, by chance, the man had hit its weakest spot exactly, and flew away.  The town celebrated him, and the Shepard enjoyed the praise and attention.

Things were going incredibly well for the young man, and by the time he returned home, it only got better.  The King, it seemed, had taken notice of him and called him to the palace for dinner.  For all his hard work, the young man was granted a knighthood, and gifted with gold and land by the crown itself. It seemed even a young princess had taken notice of him, and by the looks of things, the King seemed to approve.

In time the Shepard sold his flock and married the princess, eventually being made King. His life was going wonderfully, and he had all but forgotten Delilah and her appearance to him, accepting this luck more as a fact of his life than a gift.

Delilah, of course, took notice of this, and appeared to him one night as his wife lay sleeping.

"Are you enjoying your luck?" The goddess asked with a smile.

The king who was once a Shepard jumped in alarm, the memory coming back to him.  "Yes, very much so," he replied.

"Have you yet figured out the price?"

He paused at this.  "I can pay you with anything you want. Land from my kingdom, treasure from my palace."

Delilah laughed, a sound that would drive humans to madness, but in his luck and distraction, his mind was too busy to notice the sound.

"It isn't something you will pay." She said. "The price has been payed every day since you accepted this gift."

He was clearly puzzled, not knowing what she meant.

"The sheep you found after I had left belonged to a child, raised by his hand.  He lost them in the woods and never found them, because you took them, and later sold them to Winter as meat and wool."  The goddess said with a grin.

"The expensive hat belonged to the father of an orphan girl, her last memory of him.  She went out for a stroll and always left his hat there, close, but where it wouldn't get lost or dirty. Until you picked it up.

"The girl who fancied you back in the town, well, she had a long-time admirer, one who was going to propose that day, but after meeting you she had eyes for no one else.

"The dragon was injured and ill, sneezing fire and unable to stop, it came into the Kingdom looking for help, unfil you attacked it.  It died shorty after, unable to find a cure on it's own.

"Your little wife here was meant to marry the prince of another Kingdom, her destined, true love, not that they ever met now, and the King had planned to crown his young son until you showed up."

The man didn't know what to do with this revelation.

Delilah smiled at him. "Your luck, your happiness, comes at the price of everyone else's. A simple trade, spread out across the world.  The recent drought in Summer paid for your wedding suit, the Autumn - Winter war will balance out the wealth in those mines you bought at the boarder.  You are draining the life and joy from this land, *great king.*"

The goddess' eyes danced.  "Do you feel lucky?"

Speechless, the king looked around his room, filled with wealth bought with the lives of strangers. He looked at his wife, someone never meant for him.

"I want to give my luck back."

Delilah laughed again.  "All of it?"

"All of it."

With a delighted grin, she waved a hand and black smoke surrounded him, choking him.  When it faded, she was gone, but her voice whispered in his ear,

"You have given your luck to the world, and have none in return. This is your price, and your choice."

From then on, the man had a very long, very hard life. His wife awoke, barely recognizing him, possibly from sleeping through Delilah's laughter.  While the palace staff attested to who he was, by the demands of the public, he was removed from the throne and the Queen ruled without a husband, until she met the man she had been destined to love a year later.

The ex-king wondered the kingdom, his posessions left at the palace and everything from his former life having been sold long ago.  During his life, he suffered every hardship imaginable.  He caught illness after illness, broke every bone at least once, was forced to fight in a war, suffered robbery and attacks, poison and heartbreak, and when he eventually died, was nearly unrecognizable as the king, or even the Shepard he once was.

Some say he regretted giving up his power, his luck, and often cursed at the gods for teasing him with such bliss, then tricking him into giving it away.  Others claim he found peace in his hardship, knowing each trial he faced, he saved someone else from such suffering.

In the end, the world forgot him, except in myth, his name erased from the family trees and history books, but the Luckies Man in the World is remembered as a story, a warning, that no matter how grand the gift, nothing is free, and there will always be a balance, a consequence to your actions, even if you don't see it right away.