The Shunned Goddess

3

And the silence was the most dangerous of them all

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"Devany, come here" a voice says seemingly from everywhere and no where

"W-who are you? Where are you?" I shout into the forest

"Tsk tsk tsk, alas so sickly weak"

I open my mouth to say something but nothing occurs

"Don't worry I'll fix that soon, dear"

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I couldn't focus, the dream seemed so simple but it was never just that, nothing was simple. At least not anymore, not since- I catch myself before I let my thoughts drift too far. Before I drown.. not thinking clearly I curse them out

"Damn you bastards"

I had thought for a moment, I left that past behind me, it seems trying was for nought

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It seemed surreal to be back here, once again I thought I left this behind alas nothing here was real. After all, it was only a realm I forged to use as my escape. It was used it many a time and every time I visited it shifted to fit with my perspective of the chaos around me.

I chuckled to myself, I was twisted and alone, at least it was what I was told. Ever since my early days of goddesshood, the gods and goddesses shunned me, I slowly grew to understand why that is.

I was untamed.

It seemed so trivial, one could say the god of death was also untamed but they didn't see it that way. They fear me, they fear the prophecy that entails with me.

All these millennia, I've spent either alone or interacting with mortals. The only ones who've accepted me but slowly they perished of old age or because of me.

If even the gods couldn't bear to be near me, no one can. I was brought into existence for nought it would appear, only for the damn prophecy.

A prophecy that didn't make sense in the slightest.