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Friday Flash Fiction

Dottie over at Tink's Place has come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge.  Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to  participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take. 



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


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