Yall want random world building writing lore for a story i wanna write and havent talked about on tumblr? OF COURSE YA DO- here's a one shot about some of the gods. It's old writing so if you've seen it, nooooo
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It was 1847, and even he could not process the amount of suffering that his followers had endured. His sister was flooded by new souls by the minute: what once was a trickle was now an unending hurricane. While years were something that they had come to realize are short, these last few were certainly longer than most of the ones that have lived through. And there was nothing they could really do about it. Tuathas were closing their veils, shutting other fae and trade out for fear that their ways of life would be affected. Wrath boiled in those of the sick and starving, as food that was grown was now being torn from their hands and exported across the sea. "We told you this would happen!" "You called us paranoid!" "We can not let you in, they will follow." These sayings echoed across the hills to those fae who still tried to have a connection to the outside, to those who were now stuck. What once used to be a connected community and otherworld was now shattered, and no one could do anything about it.
It wasn't often that he stood amoung mortals and fae, but this man's pleas were just....it wasn't often that he got a prayer that asked for him to burn the one speaking the prayer. To burn the field and house that he now called a temporary home. It didn't take long for the diety to disguise himself as a fellow man, offer a drink and bread, and let the other spill his sorrows.
"We go out fer one week. One. All I wanted was fer my son to see his seanmhĂĄthair. To witness the ports she lived by. See another person that he looked like." The man muttered. "And now, we are stuck. Years, its been. Men I fought alongside with now refusing to let us back into our home for fears of that queen and her men finding the realm. I say let them find us but they are all cowards who claim we would be destroyed."
"Cowardice and following orders isn't the same." He paused. "But I understand the need of that revenge."
A mumble. A guttural growl. The man's rough, scarred hands pulling at the unfortunate cut strands of his hair.
"What I want most is for my wife and son to live. I give them my portions, I try to steal from the trash of those soldiers without gettin' fined, and they are still much skinner than I. Exhausted, frail, sick-" A cough. "As much as I am grateful for that old man to claim I was he son, I want to burn this sorry excuse of a farm just to spite them all and bring them back to the tuatha. Get them food, treatment- but we can't. I am going to die watching them go to BĂĄal first."
The diety hummed, soon to get up and leave before a thought went through his mind. He could empathize with this man. As could many. But for some reason, he saw a spark that could be kindled. While he didn't wish this offer on anyone, it could provide justice.
"I understand. It is painful to lose a child. I lost my daughter recently. She put up a wonderful fight, but she didn't make it in the end." He took a drink. "The summers are now too cold. Moist. An unfortunate reaction to the unbalance her death caused."
"LĚśĚÍ oĚ´ÍĚsĚśÍĚtĚľĚÍ"
A halfhearted chuckle came from the man, soon bouts of laughter before staring back at the other. Anarwn's face was still, his eyes refusing to leave the man.
"I must be losin' my mind."
"Unfortunately, yer not." The diety hummed, "I can not assist much in terms of helping your family. There is an agreement amongst us that involves that weak barrier. It is something mortals made, and it is something they control. However, burdened are not apart of that agreement. Not at first, anyhow. We tend to leave them alone for the first few decades as their bodies adjust."
"...I don't see how that would help my situation."
"If a burdened came up to you demanding to be let in, would you refuse?"
Anarwn didn't expect to hear from that burdened for a century. He knew that there might be a possibility of worship due to the open nature of the agreement, but the man understood what he was walking into. Anarwn gave him all the details, the pains, the responsibilities, the knowledge. It was more than what his peers often did.
But then a flame caught his attention. Heat radiating across a building, any liquid quickly evaporating into the air as soon as it left a bottle, and the earth itself becoming scorched due to the extreme heat and light that beamed in multiple directions. All at the center of a healer's hut.
Damn. I thought they would have lived. A sigh. Perhaps he would have to grab Ailgus early.
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