It's raining. I can hear the soft sounds of droplets hitting the roof as I sit here. It's nice, relaxing. Makes me smile. I've been thinking about her lately, not sure why exactly. Must be coming up on the two week mark or something. The 21st or something is the last time we had contact. Yeah, a few days short of two weeks. So that may explain a bit of the anxiety that's starting to pick up. It usually does. Maybe I'm worried she'll find another reason to contact me. It's possible. I did promise the journals would be down in a week, and it's been almost two now. But really, why the hell should I be on her time? Everything is always on her time. She wants to talk about the past, when it's a good time for her. She wants to talk to me, when it's a good time for her. What the hell. Even now I'm trying to keep living by her time lines. Bleh. How ridiculous. Ok, now for some real writing I guess.
Silently she made her way through the tunnels, traveling father and farther into the neither regions of the great Mother. Scowling, she let her feet pick their way over the crevices and rocks. Apparently they remembered the path much better than her mind did. Centuries seemed like eons to her mind. But, she'd held fast to her memories. The times before he precived himself as The Father, The One. She shook her head, tangled ebony curls cascading around her in a whirl.
She paused as the tunnel broke into three smaller branches of it's former self. Closing her eyes she let her senses take over. The smell of the darkness, the taste of damp, moist earth. The soft heartbeat that pulsed through the Great Mother. 'Mother, it is I, your daughter. For eons I have known you. Help me now, open yourself to me, share with me the secrets that you have hidden these past centuries. Show me, so that I may once more know you as I did in the past.' Silently she let herself be lead, following an ancient memory, a time when this was her playground and comfort. A time, when her lover and her were free to roam, before he was shackled and chained, sentenced to spend the rest of eternity within the Mother that so gave him life.
She walked the rest of the way with her eyes closed, a feeling of fullness, of wholeness pulled at her eyes and she found she was in a chamber. In the middle, surrounded by candles, and guarded by unicorns, was the tomb The Almighty had Uriel fashion to contain him.
She moved forward swiftly, silencing the guards as the rose with sweet whispered words. He had forgotten, when he'd sentenced Odin to this prison, forgetting her ties with the valiant and loyal Unicorns. Deftly she moved the slab atop his tomb, looking down onto his face. It seemed an eternity all ready since she'd last looked upon him, and she wept bitterly with the weight of what she'd come to do.
"My love," she whispered softly, sliding her fingers through his hair slowly. Her green eyes closed slowly as she remembered the showdown between the two Gods. The pain of watching Odin dragged away, the horror and solitude of her fall from the heavens. The years and years spent in oblivion and pain. She wept fiercely, her palm pressed lovingly to his cheek.
"Hel, my lovely...." the great God spoke hoarsely. "Tell me you are not a dream, that I look at you and not some specter my mind has created."
"It's me, Odin. Though my name has been changed, many times if I remember correctly." She gazed into his blue eyes, once again the pain of long buried memories sharp. The moment of their fall reared it's ugly head, washing over her with the strong emotions only a memory can. The moment Odin had been bested, as Zeus raised his sword and made to strike him. "Swear your alliance to me, The One God, The Almighty." He had roared. Hermes, Hera, Ares and Apollo all holding her back, having secured their place as the seconds in command of the new order of the gods. "Denounce your heathen ways and declare yourself my Holy Servant." They had spoken in unison, the two lovers, as well as their many followers, lesser gods and goddesses who felt the same. "My Mother, Creator and Provider is Mother Earth. My Protector, Guide and Teacher is Father Sky. They will forever be who I am sworn to and will serve." Shortly after that she was stripped of her title, cast onto heaven to walk among the mortals.
Centuries had passed since she'd gazed into those eyes. And now she was here, looking at him, touching him, simply to condemn him once more. "I've no good news, my love." She sobbed, laying her head against the cool stone. "Things on the Human plane are falling apart quickly, time is running out. There are more faithless today than we've seen in a very long time, even He is worried about the current circumstances. I have to turn my attention else where. My attention can be put to better use and will else where."
"My thoughts of you are all that have kept me sane in this box," the God replied thoughtfully. "Things are bad you say?"
"The humans, our children- all of ours but mostly the Mother's - are suffering. Someone has to help them. I cannot begin to imagine what these past centuries have been for you, but know that they've not been easy for me either. A lot of them were filled with self pity and wasting away in mourning. But, I've had my eyes opened for me recently, and there is much work to be done. I don't know what He will do if he finds out what I'm up to, so I had to see you now. I hope you can forgive me this one, selfish cruelty."
Odin closed his blue eyes and nodded slowly. "We are here to guide the humans, Mother's most precious children. You are simply doing what you need to do. A Mother's love runs deep and spans generations." He looked on her once more, studying her pale skin and green eyes. Once again he memorized the way her lips seemed to be etched into a permanent scowl, the way she always looked determined, as if she was always at battle for some cause. He smiled slowly as her fingers brushed against his gently. "Save them, give them hope, my dearest. Know that I am beside you in spirit, and I reside within your heart. Remember me, and I shall remember you."
She pressed a kiss to her fingertips before pressing it to his lips. She remained for a mere second, the lid of the tomb sliding back into place chased her down the corridor. She had studied him as well, but the phantom of his blue eyes lingered as it always had,just in the back of her mind. She braced herself against a wall, suppressing the scream that threatened to consume her.
He had much to answer for, The Almighty. And she'd make sure he did.
Eh....just something I've been toying with. Mk. Night all.
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