The Rage of  a Goddess
by Blodeuedd

She has been sleeping for a thousand years or more. Sleeping and dreaming. She was old, she was young, she slept a lot these days. In the days before she was alive with the creation. Together with her siblings they created the sky, the earth, the moon and the sun. Then Marek came up with humans and placed them here and there.  Alina was not happy as she had created animals and now those were hunted. So she created bigger ones that could hunt Men and everyone was happy. But to be Goddess was tiresome and she started sleeping. Now and then she woke up and looked upon creation. Sometimes she was forgotten and raged until she was remembered again. But this time was different. It seemed all her siblings were sleeping too and humankind had gone to war and The Old Ones were forgotten. Instead they prayed to a new God, a God that was not even real. She was angry, she was disappointed and she watched them slay each other while she sat by and laughed. But even this was no fun and she stepped down to earth for the first time in centuries.

The battle was fierce. Men fell left and right and blood flowed this day. The men were exhausted and about to give up when she came down. She looked upon them and grew as tall as a giant.

“How dare you all turn away from your true gods?!” She roared and the sky split upon as fire rained down upon them. “I am your Goddess Alina.”

Men fell down to their knees. Some knew who she was. The Huntress, they had heard stories, children’s stories told sometimes about times long by. But it was blasphemous to even think about calling the old ones gods..or?

Alina screamed in anger and mountaintops in the distance fell down. She raised her hands and the dead stood up.

“Go out and bring the children back to the true faith.” The Dead Men started walking and she looked down at those still alive.

“Remember this day. This is the Day when your false god died. If you anger me again,” she grew quiet and raised her hand again and the sky blackened. “Your sun will be back when you have returned to us.”

The Men cried and begged her to return the sun. But Alina was tired. She wanted to sleep once more. And so she did.

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The end. her voice is not that good, but it has to work

A Handmaiden's tale
by Blodeuedd

To be a handmaiden to the Gods was not an easy task, but then Leigha had not presumed it would be. She put up with their antics and their foolish games. They thought they were everything and more, but then they were. Who was she to think they weren’t? But that was not why she was there, to be their servant. She had a goal, a mission, a longing that made her body hurt. A longing that came from once seeing one of the old ones, they ones who walked the earth before. The ones not talked about. The ones cast aside when a new generation of Gods took power and cast down the former masters of the universe. But she had seen one, in a temple hidden away in the mountains, a shrine that had made it through time, war and destruction. And that had brought her here. To serve the 12 Gods of Anthemen, with her body and soul.

The time had come. She took up the sword and shield of the God of War and got the work. It had taken her 12 years to find a trace of glimmer and now she stood here. At the Gates of Underworld, ready to free the man who had plagued her dreams for so many nights. The Gods were busy with solstice and she had free passage after all, almost everywhere.

“I am coming”, she whispered and the doors shook before her mighty sword. It felt like it was trying to rip her arm of. She screamed in pain as her body felt like it was dying inside. But the Gates that should not be opened was and she saw him. He was not as she had imagined him, he was not a man, he was a beast and she stood speechless before him as he roared and gazed upon her. She though she saw a smile and smiled too. Perhaps he would turn into the man she had imagined. The fantasy man she had fallen in love with so long ago, the God who would carry her away, make her immortal and who would give her all those things she wanted.

But The Great Serpent of Tucocholapain did not even see the puny ant before him as he broke through the door, followed by his siblings, all crying for blood. The destruction of an age was before them.


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Done. Oh foolish woman, do not play with gods

Lovers by Blodeuedd

As a Royal Princess of Illyria Oleana knew her duties. Be pretty, be nice and marry well. But mostly marry the one her parents told her too. This she did not mind as she had been betrothed since childhood to a prince from a neighboring prince. She had loved him always. He had given her her first kiss and told her that she was more beautiful than the Goddess herself. He was all she thought about and she could not wait for their wedding day, which was a year away. So when Prince Alric told her about his plan she jumped at the chance. Sure she knew it was foolish to meet him without a chaperone, but she loved him, and they were to be married. Also, she had these longings in her body that could not be stilled.

With the help of a two maids Oleana was given servant clothes and helped out of the palace. The rest she knew herself and she hurried as quickly as her legs could take her. Her heart was in her throat and she was shivering from anticipation. Then there he was, waiting for her by the little pond, he smiled and gathered her in his arm. She melted into them and he kissed her fears away. He coaxed her toward the water and after having dipped her toe she nodded and followed him. He kissed her gently as he worked the clothes off her. He whispered promises in her ear and how he would make it even better come their wedding day. She shivered again, this time from his hand brushing past her breast, and she wanted to be his every way possible.

Oleana remembered their first night together with a smile on her lips, the second night made her blush. She looked up and saw him enter the Hall together with his parents. But why did they all look so upset? The words barely reached her as she stared. What? Now her parents looked at her.

“But I was with Alric!” She shouted and her father groaned.

“He was been away in a diplomatic mission for 3 months,” he said and slapped her across the face. “How dare you betray your family like this!?”

She did not see much behind a veil of hair and the tears ran down her cheeks. She searched for Alric and saw the smirk in his face, and then the look he gave her sister..her sister?! She was ruined and he, she twisted her hands. He would not get away with this. That she swore as guards took her away.


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Eh, I was not that inspired 

Valeria's Hope
By Blodeuedd

War changed everything, but that was nothing new. War killed and destroyed and the latest country to experience this had been Valeria. The once proud Valeria where magicians came to study and where architects made wondrous things in Valeria’s capital city of Ankerrad. But war had reached even this country as the conquering Empire had pushed forward. In an epic struggle to save the capital they had lost it all. Magic had exploded, the sea had swept through the city and it had fallen into the earth. Not much was left now. Towers stood here and there, forgotten remnants of a once glorious city. Magic still polluted the air and no one ventured there..no one.

Except for Alliandra.

A year had gone by since the fall and she had been back several times. Diving for treasures and building up quite the little nest for herself. The magic did not bother her. At first it had almost smothered here but now it was an old friend and slowly it had seeped into her veins until she could control it. She was a thief, and damn proud of it. Of course before the war she had been a whore but that was then, and this was now.

It was like any other morning. The sun was hiding behind a fog made of magic. The sea was calm and she was sitting on top of a palace looking for where to go next. But this morning was the day everything changed. The morning when she met a once spoiled prince of a deposed royal family. The day she joined a struggle that was not hers

She did not see anything at first, but she heard it. A fight and it was coming close to her. She did not know who was more surprised, she, the prince or the ones trying to kill him. But she soon got her wits back because she realized that she would not keep her alive and she cursed them and jumped into the fight. The prince said nothing but saw she was helping him and let her be. This was Alliandra’s city after all and she knew it. Therefore she knew how to kill, and kill she did.


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Hm, yes I have to end this here cos it is obvious I am not writing a short story any more. For some reason I think I could go on and on. They would meet up with others, they would fall in love and they would save the kingdom.

The bodyguard part 2
by Blodeuedd

She could no longer get a long good night of sleep. He haunted her dreams and the way she was in there made her heart ache for times long by. She was innocent and wearing that dress she has wore when they first met. She had hated that pretty dress that she had to wear for a formal function. But he had smiled and kissed her hand. She had gone from warrior to woman in second. A woman longing for something more. She had felt soft and vulnerable, but in a good way.

She knew they were only dreams but when she woke up covered in sweat she felt unsure. She should not have these feelings. He had been an enemy of the crown. The clean cut of her sword had been a mercy when it came to his crimes, but then why was her heart breaking?

A knock on the door and soon a woman looked in.”You are called for, the red dress.” That was all the servant said before disappearing. She rose and closed her eyes for a moment, his hands still lingering on her skin. She turned around but there wasn’t anyone there and her heart ached once more. But she dressed and went to work, if you could call it that.

“You’re late.” The words slammed in her face as soon as she entered the emperor’s bedchamber.

“I am sorry your imperial majesty,” she sank to the floor and he came closer. Naked as the day he was born. She stared at the floor. She was a bodyguard, he had wives coming out of his ears, why was she and her women needed?! Anger boiled inside of her as he touched her shoulders and loosened her gown from her body.

It always felt like several hours, but not long after she had come he was done and finished and she was being sent away. She was about to leave the bed when she felt that ache in her heart again and bit her lip until it bled.

“I thought I told you to leave,” he muttered and turned in the bed and the anger grew into fury. She had killed the man she had loved! And for what?! This?! A lecherous emperor? Who cared if he was the son of a god. He was no longer her emperor.

“Of course, my liege,” she said with her softest voice and came closer as to show her goods again. Just, this time she took a grip around that fat neck and while he wrestled and turned red she thought about Kain and cried.

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I blame this on twitter. After my last flash I came up with new ideas on twitter (you the guilty ones know who you are), and I had to write more of her story. Not as good as the first, she is more angry now