God of Discovery [high fantasy, slow build, mlm]

Arc 3 - 11. God of Creation

As the decades slowly trickled by, D'Argen watched Olde turn his mathematical formulas into true wonder. He did not remember this from his other set of memories, so seeing it now was wonderous. He was in awe of Olde. As an artificer, the weakest of the five aspects of the mahee, D'Argen was truly surprised by the other man. Even so, it was also boring to watch sometimes.

And as the decades slowly started piling up, it started nearing the third millennium since the gods fell to the mortal realm. The most dangerous one, according to his other memories. He could do nothing but sit and wait and hope that Olde reached his spells faster than his other memories so that he could look forward and see the destruction that would come about.

But before that. There was a moment of life.

Darania was due to be ready with her own spells soon. Spells that D'Argen did not know of in his other memories until she shared them with him at the same time as the others. The only ones who knew about them, as far as D'Argen was aware, were the first five. Them. And Lilian.

"You have not come with me in decades. Why the change of heart now?" Lilian asked as they packed a small bag, getting ready for the last leg of their annual trip – down to the southern peninsula to help the flowers spread their seeds.

"I miss it," D'Argen lied with a shrug. In his other memories, he had missed them all until a specific event that tickled at his memories but did not reveal itself in full. All he knew was that something very big and important would happen barely a few centuries after Darania's spells.

So far, most of his second memories were proven true. When a star had fallen, impacting the earth and creating chaos, D'Argen had conveniently prompted Vain to be in the area to watch it all and record it. When one of them left to explore the lands without their mahee, D'Argen had spent the night before drinking with them for a final goodbye he did not get in his other memories.

It was the small things that did not always align.

Those, and anything that involved Thar. Some of the memories he had of Thar came about anyway with Vah'mor taking Thar's place, but other events did not occur at all. And most of the memories that involved Vah'mor were different too.

When D'Argen and Lilian arrived at Lilian's usual spot to change the winds, D'Argen left them there and started wandering. Darania should not be too far. A day's walk if he did not open his mahee.

Lilian ignored his wanderings and opened their mahee, scattering the flowers and their seeds to help them grow in the coming years.

D'Argen came across Darania well into the night.

Her bright white curls were like a cloud around her head, free from the braids she would start wearing in a few millennia when even she got touched by insecurities under the mortals' scrutiny. Her eyes were the darkest black, an endless nothing that made him feel like all of the universe was focused on him when she looked at him, yet there was also every single colour in existence in them.

She smiled, unsurprised to see him.

"Good night, Darania," D'Argen greeted her with a raised chin.

"And to you, D'Argen," she greeted back and raised her own chin in respect. Unlike the other four of her rank, she always bared her throat to the other gods.

And for the first time in three millennia, D'Argen was alone with her. Never before. Always in a crowd. And yes, he had heard her speak before, but this was the first time her voice was clear and surrounded only by Lilian's distant winds.

"It was you," D'Argen could not help but say, in awe, as he stared down her small form.

Darania looked confused even though she was still smiling.