Axlan’s Point of View
Let me tell you a story about gods and monsters. Namely the former and how they disguised themselves to seem less like the latter. This story isn’t just a story, you see. It was the truth. Reality that became a rumor. Myth. Legend. But it was true, you see.
Humans always had this funny way of playing off what really took place. People in power threw dirt over it to try and get the masses to follow what they wanted to believe. Sheep and wolves. An endless game of tug of war.
Yet I will always remember where this story started. With the goddess of spring and her undying love for everything and everyone around her. Including her love for her lonely heart.
The air was brisk for an early spring morning. All the animals in the forest had quieted down. Became part of the dull drum of the rest of the world. This was my everyday life, although I knew it was illegal to be doing what I was doing this time of year. It didn’t matter.
Food was scarce and the crops weren’t ready. My family would die if I didn’t hunt right away. The goddess of spring had forbidden the hunt at the start of every spring. Knew that it would be detrimental to the animal population if everyone hunted at this time of the year.
No one dared cross the infamous goddess.
Renowned for her beauty and grace. Kindness. Trilling laugh. I never met her personally but she seemed faker than most people. No one was that pleasant. Not even the wealthiest of men. Everywhere I went, people would admire her. I would only scoff.
A twig broke a few yards in front of me. Knocking on an arrow, I swung the bow in that direction. Aimed true at the large deer in front of me. This would be enough meat to last us at least another two weeks if we worked with it properly. Get some of the women of the lake to lay the meat in salt.
My mouth watered as I let the arrow fly. With a gentle buck and hiss, the large deer fell. It only took me three seconds to get to it. No time to waste with hungry mouths to feed.
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As always, I tried to avoid the main road of our village. There were guards everywhere. Another little addition of the goddess. She claimed they were here to keep the peace but most of them took bribes in the dog fighting rings.
Animals were sacred my ass.
So, I took a side road. Dodged behind the bakery. Waved at a pleasant-looking girl on the other side of the discarded road. Braced for the sweet smell of cooking meat. Just for someone to walk into my line of sight. Two of them.
Then three.
All of them wore armor. Had the crests of a wolf on their chests. An odd symbol for the goddess of spring but no one seemed to question it. Some speculated that she was more than just a joyous goddess of flowers and fun. That she was more. Those rumors were always quickly dealt with by the other reigning gods.
“Look what we have here boys. Someone brought us a fresh meal. How kind of him.” The older of the three mocked.
I grit my teeth and readjusted the deer on my shoulders. They were the kind of guards that took bribes. Blackmailed most of the citizens in town. The worst kind of man. At least my dear sister hadn’t gotten married to one of them. Had chosen a nice lumberjack.
“Please get out of my way,” I said. Knew they wouldn’t but tried regardless. These brutes listened to no one but themselves. And the clinking of coins.
“Make us, mongrel.” The shortest of the three spat. I narrowed my eyes at him and heaved the deer from my shoulders.
The carcass gave a sickening thud on the dirt. It was going to take my mother an age and a half to get the pelt clean because of it. But I needed my hands free to deal with these cunts.
When I didn’t back down, they all came at me at once. I was quick to draw my bow. Quicker still to fire off a single arrow before the first guard got to me. My bow clanged to the cobbled road whilst my arrows remained steady on my back.
His brother-in-arms cried out from the pain. Yet I was already busy unsheathing my hunting dagger. Gripped it backward in my hand.
When the man finally collided with me, all I had to do was swing my arm backward. The dagger caught him between the links of his armor. Another piercing scream ran through my ears. Sang to the wild side of my heart.
It only urged me to move faster. Drive the dagger in deeper.
With the second man clutching his side in pain, the third looked at the situation. I could see him assess it. Assess me.
His eyes sparked but not at me. At something behind me.
When I twisted around, I noticed them. Back up.
Not the kind of guards that would take bribes but the kind that would drag me to the goddess herself. Their words were already free. Eyes glinted with vengeance.
I had downed two of their brothers, you see. So, my punishment wouldn’t just include hunting in the off-season.
Death. Maybe even torture.
Holding up my hands, I dropped the dagger not too far away from where my bow was. Spat on the ground in front of the men. My last act of defiance.
“Fine. Fucking take me.” I hissed and they rushed in.
Being dragged through the streets of your home city by guards held a bit more humiliation than I had initially thought it would.
People looked down at me with pity. Some turned to whisper about me. All of their eyes burned holes into my flesh. Made me feel exposed. Wrong.
Gone was the silence of the forest. The cover it provided.
Here, I was on display, all the way to the temple far on the hill overlooking this paradise. Or would be paradise, if it wasn’t for the shitty part of town that I came from.
The cobblestones that ran to the temple were pristine. Washed twice daily, it encouraged more people to go visit the goddess of spring inside her home. Encouraged more offerings, even from the poorest of souls.
There, I knew, she had much to learn about.
Goddess of spring. Someone pure and kind.
A front. That’s what it was.
Just an image. Because if she truly was this kind person, then wouldn’t she rather have the city cleaned twice daily and not just her cobblestones? Not just the road that led to her wealth and glamor?
Once we reached the large golden doors to the temple, most of the eyes that were previously on me, vanished. No one dared look at this scourge of a man on his way to meet his maker. On his way to face the music he had composed himself.
No one would listen if I told them I had done it for my family. That we were going hungry and barely had enough food to keep one of us alive.
Not all four. Never all four.
They would simply ask why I hadn’t gotten out to find work. The thing was. I had. Multiple times. I did odd jobs here and there. Tried to bring in as much money as possible but with my father’s illness-
“She is in session. What is the nature of this visit?” One of the guards asked that stood beside the golden door.
Like the door, their armor was made of golden metal. Gold fused with steel. Or something of the sort. If I had one of those, I could feed my family for a thousand years, if we worked with the money well enough.
Yet here the spring goddess was, squandering it on her most elite guards.
Never looking after her people.
“He hunted in the sacred forest. The punishment-“
From behind the doors came a soft voice. Bells that chimed throughout the day. Soft. Lilting. A breath of fresh fucking air.
I wanted to vomit.
“Let him in. I already caught wind of this infringement.” The voice swept across my ears in a gush of heat.
Every muscle in my body tightened. Became a nervous coil.
And just like that, the golden doors opened. The sound of moaning men and women hit me next. Enveloped me.
My cheeks burned a glowing red the moment I noticed the scene in front of me.
Bodies wormed together. Naked. Writhing like snakes in grass. Even the smell was unlike anything I had ever smelt before.
At the head of it all, a goddess made of moonlight itself.
The picture of beauty. Long almost white hair, draped in curls and braids. A golden circlet atop her head. Flowing golden gown.
Yet, I still felt the same. She seemed fake. Especially when she gave me her serpentine smile.
“I have been expecting you,” She murmured and stood. “Come. Join me.”
Marzanna's Point of ViewAll of this was dull. From the orgy in front of me to the feel of my throne.Everything was just a dull haze. A hollow echo inside of me.I have lived for so many years. Seen it all. Done it all.Men and women fell at my feet the moment I appeared. Some envied me but they were swiftly dealt with by the other gods. No one dared oppose the person that fed the world. That brought crops and harvest and food to their world. Dull.Meaningless.I needed a challenge. Stimulation. Or just an honest companion. One that didn't love me at first sight. Hate would also suffice.It gave me more of a challenge, you see. Something to look forward to.Gerovit challenged me. Drove me to be better in every way. Drove me to adore life and death all the same. But he was far gone from this world.And I had no way of getting back to him.That hollowness in my chest increased. Swallowed me whole as I sat and watched people in the throws of passion.They were lucky. All of them. They
Marzanna's Point of ViewFuck Ixion indeed. The bastard had deigned to fuck me senseless for the last decade and then departed without warning. Left me to watch over his domain.What could be so pressing that he would simply leave without a word? It's not like I had asked him to be with me for eternity. On the contrary, I had made it extremely clear that I wanted nothing of the sort.So, one dead deer won't fucking harm him.Besides, keeping Axlan alive and around me might give me a bit of entertainment. From his reluctance to accept the proposal to the hard lines on his face, I knew he wasn't eager to be around me.This was like a breath of fresh air to me."Are the shackles really necessary?" I asked, keeping my eyes trained on the man in front of me.He stood between two of my guards. Looked more uncomfortable now than he had when we were in the orgy. It only confirmed that he wasn't very eager to be in my presence. Little did he know I visited my animals almost every day."Yes, g
Axlan's Point of ViewHer aloof nature was an enigma. The air around her seemed less shiny than the rest of the world. I had thought it would be the opposite. Maybe it was just my anger towards her that dulled the effect.She hadn't fluttered an eyelid when I took off her guard's head. Didn't flinch when I came straight at her with my sword raised.Her personal guards were better trained, I was sure of that. The ones that led me with her weren't even close to a match. They were lax. More reserved.If I tried the same stunt with her personal guards, I might just end up dead.She knew this, somehow. Predicted the outcome. Knew I would run at the first chance.And none of this seemed to faze her.Marzanna set a lazy pace for our long walk. Hadn't called any other guards to her side. Just remained silent as we trudged forward.Her long silvery hair bounced off of the back of her dress in waves. The small crown she wore sparkled in the sun. With just her outfit alone, I could buy a better
Marzanna's Point of ViewNights were the hardest for me. Reminders of Gerovit sat heavily on my mind at night. Off in the distance, my wolves howled their songs to the moon. Sang sweetly to their young and loved ones. I envied them. One partner for the rest of their lives. Raising their children together.Dying together.Even though neither I, nor Gerovit, had passed away, it felt like it. Stifled me late at night when I lay in bed alone. The sheets beside me cold and my memories a trap that I couldn't escape.Thus, I was out and about in the temple, as usual. Nights had become my alone time. Time to walk about. Reflect. Mourn...Mostly mourned lately.With Ixion being gone so often, I was more alone than ever before. My mind was cast into idle with his constant ministrations to keep me occupied. Now that I had no other god or goddess to keep my mind occupied, it wandered to the life I had before this.To the city we lived in. Each faction. How all of us worked together to create pe
Marzanna's Point of View"Rub down, like I taught you. From the crook of her shoulders to the back of her body," Ben instructed. Calm tone. Just another night for him. Although I knew full and well this was the first and only wolf that hadn't tried to bite his arm off whilst trying to help. Shiva wouldn't dare. My tender hands ran along the path he told me to stroke. Felt her supple fur beneath my fingers. Swore I could feel my heart plummet when her heart sputtered.Her last two births had been troublesome. With Ben at my side, we produced healthy pups but Shiva barely made it out alive. Refused to eat or drink a single morsel for nearly a week afterward. All of the pups were hand-fed.I had milked every damned drop of their milk from another wolf mother. Ensured to keep them warm at night. None of them stayed with her. Remained in my rooms for the next three months. "Her heart..." I sputtered as I stroked down again. It was fluttering wildly beneath me. Her breathing was labori
Axlan's Point of ViewA scream broke the night. Raw with pain. Ripped through my ears with a hefty blow.The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I gripped my mug of ale tightly. Head whipped in the direction of the animal pens. To where I knew Marzanna was busy delivering the wolf pups.From here, I could see the trees right in front of all the enclosures. Flames from the torches flickered just below the branches. Licked at the sky.Until they were snuffed out. All at once. Not even one was spared.Seconds passed before a second boom echoed from behind the trees. A loud crackling sound followed and I watched as the trees bowed toward me. Nearly touched the ground with the tips of their branches from the force.Icy cold sliced through me. A billow of white chased the crackling sound. Static filled the air around me. The feeling of lightning filled the empty space where the static couldn't make its home.Almost like a storm was approaching and would leave thousands dead in its wak
Axlan's Point of ViewThe riders came in first. All leather armor and tight-fitting clothes. Preening as they went. Dewy-faced priestesses gawked at them. Openly giggled as the men wound their way up the path.Next came the hounds. Dreery beasts with barely any fur to spare. Or those were just the front lines. The hunting dogs that had been used one too many times. Because the hounds that followed behind them were splendid. Black coats gleamed in the afternoon sun.And at the very end came the hunting god himself. Ixion. His attire was much like the men at the front. Just a whole lot more intricate. Woven with gold strands. Even his boots seemed to have gold woven into the leather. A peacock preening over his domain. Smugness lined his face.Every priestess on the property had come out to see them arrive. Mooned over the steel-faced men who barely regarded them as anything more than cattle. They reminded me more of their goddess by the day.Luckily, Marzanna would never allow her mai
Marzanna's Point of ViewIxion was a brooding force beside me as we walked. His eyes frequently drifted to the bundle in my arms. Barely contained anger simmered on his face when he looked at the little pup.Focussed on the white fragile thing for longer than was deemed appropriate, considering she was so close to my chest.Although, I knew he was angry with me for causing the scene in front of everyone. I had undermined him in some way. Knew I had but couldn't bring myself to care. Not when so many other emotions stormed inside my mind.Shiva was dead and now Ixion was here. Like a knight on a horse appearing when he is needed most. But I had needed him long before this instance. As a friend. Confidant. And he hadn't been here because his male pride had gotten the better of him.Rejection was the one thing Ixion hated, even before we fell from our world. As children, he pined after me. Tried his very best to become mine. When I chose Gerovit, he seemed to vanish from my life. Retra
Marzanna's Point of ViewIxion was a brooding force beside me as we walked. His eyes frequently drifted to the bundle in my arms. Barely contained anger simmered on his face when he looked at the little pup.Focussed on the white fragile thing for longer than was deemed appropriate, considering she was so close to my chest.Although, I knew he was angry with me for causing the scene in front of everyone. I had undermined him in some way. Knew I had but couldn't bring myself to care. Not when so many other emotions stormed inside my mind.Shiva was dead and now Ixion was here. Like a knight on a horse appearing when he is needed most. But I had needed him long before this instance. As a friend. Confidant. And he hadn't been here because his male pride had gotten the better of him.Rejection was the one thing Ixion hated, even before we fell from our world. As children, he pined after me. Tried his very best to become mine. When I chose Gerovit, he seemed to vanish from my life. Retra
Axlan's Point of ViewThe riders came in first. All leather armor and tight-fitting clothes. Preening as they went. Dewy-faced priestesses gawked at them. Openly giggled as the men wound their way up the path.Next came the hounds. Dreery beasts with barely any fur to spare. Or those were just the front lines. The hunting dogs that had been used one too many times. Because the hounds that followed behind them were splendid. Black coats gleamed in the afternoon sun.And at the very end came the hunting god himself. Ixion. His attire was much like the men at the front. Just a whole lot more intricate. Woven with gold strands. Even his boots seemed to have gold woven into the leather. A peacock preening over his domain. Smugness lined his face.Every priestess on the property had come out to see them arrive. Mooned over the steel-faced men who barely regarded them as anything more than cattle. They reminded me more of their goddess by the day.Luckily, Marzanna would never allow her mai
Axlan's Point of ViewA scream broke the night. Raw with pain. Ripped through my ears with a hefty blow.The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I gripped my mug of ale tightly. Head whipped in the direction of the animal pens. To where I knew Marzanna was busy delivering the wolf pups.From here, I could see the trees right in front of all the enclosures. Flames from the torches flickered just below the branches. Licked at the sky.Until they were snuffed out. All at once. Not even one was spared.Seconds passed before a second boom echoed from behind the trees. A loud crackling sound followed and I watched as the trees bowed toward me. Nearly touched the ground with the tips of their branches from the force.Icy cold sliced through me. A billow of white chased the crackling sound. Static filled the air around me. The feeling of lightning filled the empty space where the static couldn't make its home.Almost like a storm was approaching and would leave thousands dead in its wak
Marzanna's Point of View"Rub down, like I taught you. From the crook of her shoulders to the back of her body," Ben instructed. Calm tone. Just another night for him. Although I knew full and well this was the first and only wolf that hadn't tried to bite his arm off whilst trying to help. Shiva wouldn't dare. My tender hands ran along the path he told me to stroke. Felt her supple fur beneath my fingers. Swore I could feel my heart plummet when her heart sputtered.Her last two births had been troublesome. With Ben at my side, we produced healthy pups but Shiva barely made it out alive. Refused to eat or drink a single morsel for nearly a week afterward. All of the pups were hand-fed.I had milked every damned drop of their milk from another wolf mother. Ensured to keep them warm at night. None of them stayed with her. Remained in my rooms for the next three months. "Her heart..." I sputtered as I stroked down again. It was fluttering wildly beneath me. Her breathing was labori
Marzanna's Point of ViewNights were the hardest for me. Reminders of Gerovit sat heavily on my mind at night. Off in the distance, my wolves howled their songs to the moon. Sang sweetly to their young and loved ones. I envied them. One partner for the rest of their lives. Raising their children together.Dying together.Even though neither I, nor Gerovit, had passed away, it felt like it. Stifled me late at night when I lay in bed alone. The sheets beside me cold and my memories a trap that I couldn't escape.Thus, I was out and about in the temple, as usual. Nights had become my alone time. Time to walk about. Reflect. Mourn...Mostly mourned lately.With Ixion being gone so often, I was more alone than ever before. My mind was cast into idle with his constant ministrations to keep me occupied. Now that I had no other god or goddess to keep my mind occupied, it wandered to the life I had before this.To the city we lived in. Each faction. How all of us worked together to create pe
Axlan's Point of ViewHer aloof nature was an enigma. The air around her seemed less shiny than the rest of the world. I had thought it would be the opposite. Maybe it was just my anger towards her that dulled the effect.She hadn't fluttered an eyelid when I took off her guard's head. Didn't flinch when I came straight at her with my sword raised.Her personal guards were better trained, I was sure of that. The ones that led me with her weren't even close to a match. They were lax. More reserved.If I tried the same stunt with her personal guards, I might just end up dead.She knew this, somehow. Predicted the outcome. Knew I would run at the first chance.And none of this seemed to faze her.Marzanna set a lazy pace for our long walk. Hadn't called any other guards to her side. Just remained silent as we trudged forward.Her long silvery hair bounced off of the back of her dress in waves. The small crown she wore sparkled in the sun. With just her outfit alone, I could buy a better
Marzanna's Point of ViewFuck Ixion indeed. The bastard had deigned to fuck me senseless for the last decade and then departed without warning. Left me to watch over his domain.What could be so pressing that he would simply leave without a word? It's not like I had asked him to be with me for eternity. On the contrary, I had made it extremely clear that I wanted nothing of the sort.So, one dead deer won't fucking harm him.Besides, keeping Axlan alive and around me might give me a bit of entertainment. From his reluctance to accept the proposal to the hard lines on his face, I knew he wasn't eager to be around me.This was like a breath of fresh air to me."Are the shackles really necessary?" I asked, keeping my eyes trained on the man in front of me.He stood between two of my guards. Looked more uncomfortable now than he had when we were in the orgy. It only confirmed that he wasn't very eager to be in my presence. Little did he know I visited my animals almost every day."Yes, g
Marzanna's Point of ViewAll of this was dull. From the orgy in front of me to the feel of my throne.Everything was just a dull haze. A hollow echo inside of me.I have lived for so many years. Seen it all. Done it all.Men and women fell at my feet the moment I appeared. Some envied me but they were swiftly dealt with by the other gods. No one dared oppose the person that fed the world. That brought crops and harvest and food to their world. Dull.Meaningless.I needed a challenge. Stimulation. Or just an honest companion. One that didn't love me at first sight. Hate would also suffice.It gave me more of a challenge, you see. Something to look forward to.Gerovit challenged me. Drove me to be better in every way. Drove me to adore life and death all the same. But he was far gone from this world.And I had no way of getting back to him.That hollowness in my chest increased. Swallowed me whole as I sat and watched people in the throws of passion.They were lucky. All of them. They
Axlan’s Point of ViewLet me tell you a story about gods and monsters. Namely the former and how they disguised themselves to seem less like the latter. This story isn’t just a story, you see. It was the truth. Reality that became a rumor. Myth. Legend. But it was true, you see.Humans always had this funny way of playing off what really took place. People in power threw dirt over it to try and get the masses to follow what they wanted to believe. Sheep and wolves. An endless game of tug of war.Yet I will always remember where this story started. With the goddess of spring and her undying love for everything and everyone around her. Including her love for her lonely heart.The air was brisk for an early spring morning. All the animals in the forest had quieted down. Became part of the dull drum of the rest of the world. This was my everyday life, although I knew it was illegal to be doing what I was doing this time of year. It didn’t matter.Food was scarce and the crops weren’t read