War Queen

Our village was one of the fore-founding ones. From us came so many settlements and colonies, and we continued to increase with time. Our relationship with others and nature was excellent and beneficial. We scratched each other's backs, and at the same time, there was no war. We lived in peace and good health. Ours was to rest and let nature do its work. There was no need for fighting or war. We never trained our young ones to fight but rather to take from what life gives us and to give back. It was a win-win situation. If we worship the gods that protect and guide us. If we continually pay homage to those who fell for us to succeed. That was all we had to do.

A moon has passed, and Arthy has taught me almost everything on all the gods out there. There was a lot, but only ten gods stood out. Apparently, they were the most powerful and probably the most troublesome. Thankfully no one had disturbed us, and we were left to our devices. It gave me a chance to think long and hard on how I wanted to win the war. Killing a god relied on humans not believing in them. It meant that someone had to be there to turn their hearts away from them. This meant that destiny wasn't only for me, but instead, I needed an accomplice. The only problem was the prophecy never said anything about that (I asked Arthy about it). If it never said anything, how was I expected to complete it all?

It took a while to connect with reality after I had woken up. The effects were hurting, and with what felt like bruises around my arms and the headache I was sure I didn't have before sleeping all gave me better reasons to go back. Though the fear in Arthy’s eyes made me rethink sleeping. He had tried shaking me awake, which explained the bruises; the god sometimes couldn’t control his strength, but I was unresponsive for a long time. He would have thought me dead if not for the slow rising and falling off my chest. His fear was funny and scary. It wasn't like this was the first time it had happened, but every time I had a coma-like dream, something terrible would happen.

Anthuina always had a strange obsession with the little humans she had created ever since she was born. It was something we could never understand but couldn't hold it against her. We didn't need to have a  close relationship or the bond to thrive and be required. After all, she was the one who created them and sent them to paradise when they died. She had a connection with them which was why we suspected and expected it when she fell in love with a human. She walked amongst them every day. And though she was invisible to their eyes, there were some people who generations before them, had made deals with gods and had a 'spiritual eye'. It was unexplained how him, a street rat, someone with no family members and his lineage couldn't be traced could have seen her when she was mourning for a fallen bird. Maybe

The battle between Anthuina and Jacilis was attended by only a few deities. No one was that concerned with whatever the battle was going to be. Yes, they might have been part of the important circle, but even with that their roles were often seen as insignificant that often people forgot about them.  Even I myself, didn’t want to go, the battle of a few days was still fresh in my head. The gods were truly all powerful, to think that we were so sure that one side would win, prevail from the onset, only for the tides to turn and behold it was the other. Also, I was scared. Not only scared but p