Our Love is God

A fantasy tale about a strong women who lost the love of her life to the gods.

My foot is  steady on a sharp and narrow rock as I push myself higher up the mountain. The familiar smell of wet bark and soft soil comforts me. Although the hunt today will be different this is still my arena,  I reach the top I gaze upon the valley below like i have done hundreds of times before. An abundance of  rich green washes over the landscape, a bewildering maze of vines, lakes and dangerous animals.  But none of that  compares to what I face today.

As I square my shoulders bracing myself for what is the come, I remember the words that the Gods chose for me. I move forward on the rough rocky landscape with precise and deliberate steps. Whatever the Gods preach have fallen on deaf ears this day. My thoughts interrupted by a monstrous growl. I turn to the sound,and draw  my dagger ready for my victim. The jet black eyes of the demon like wolf linger on me waiting for its chance, my eyes dart back and forth as I scan the battlefield for the rest of the pack. Damn it, not a single one in sight.But I am not a  fool,  I can  feel the razor claws and dripping fangs drawing closer. I am surrounded. The Gods’ damnable words hammer against my head and my heart thundered in my chest.

The beast takes slow steps beginning to circle me and in turn I do the same. A moment passes and the beast becomes a black blur jumping at my neck. I slash blindly towards the blur and it falls with a soft thud. The entire forest takes a moment of silence for the majestic powerful animal. And in the moment I wonder, if this forest, would do me the same kindness when my time came. This is my home after all, I remember taking her here to hunt, the way she  would fall over herself like a fool.   “There you are” I whisper to myself as the pack makes their presence known and their intent abundantly clear. The bitter mountain air  carrying the scent of pine and  blood from the fallen warrior. Run!

I withdraw my dagger and bolt toward the edge of the cliff. I move  fast, and I can feel the pounding paws closing in. My surroundings are clear and I am certain in each breath, as I go to slide down the hill I feel a sharp slash against my ankle as I stumble down the mountain. Jagged rocks and thrones rip across my body. I slam hard against a boulder that crushes all the air from my lungs. Lucky the impact also stops my decent down.  As i gather my breath I feel a warm glow on my shoulder but I do not give it notice. I feel energy radiating from my shoulder pushing down toward my fingertip dripping with power ready to bring havoc. But not today, I must come back and when I do the air will carry the blood of a God, and with it a message. Run!

As  I begin to limp down the trail to town, I gaze upon the behemoth of stone and stature. A constant reminder of where I stand on this  plane of painful existence .  Where we all stand  work and wither away with the wind. The stone is cool to the touch, I trace the names engraved upon it and flashes of faces and memories flood my mind with vigor. Stringing tears begin to form in my eyes as I trace the final name. “Amila Jakar” I whisper softly to the stone, my lips inches away desperately desiring  a final kiss. Her last words thrash in my head “WE ARE NOT FOUND! WE ARE NOT BLIND! THE GODS WE HAVE LOVED

SO LONG HAVE SOLD US! DO NOT KNEEL, SPILL BLOOD FOR THE GODS CAN BLEED!” Her words, once thought lies, are now the words that lead my journey. The words that I shall carry to the Gods themselves.

The village is as still as glass. Man women and children scurry from place to place in hurried silence, afraid of the God’s eyes that watch our every move. The homes around here are decaying skeletons. The paint, a distant memory of a time none of us remember. The foundation of wood sagging under the pressure of its meer estience. Lanterns sit upon the windows of homes that still harbor life.

This is my home.   

Author's Note

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