Soul Thief
The child's weeping grew silent as Mira held her close. The child listened to Mira's raging heartbeat as they fell through the crevice Mira had struck through Earth.
Mira had shimmering white hair and white skin. She had large angelic wings that extended as she left Earth. They moved aside rocks and boulders as she descended to her domain.
And she indeed did descend, like Oberon when he desired to return to his domain. But she had light and electricity in her palms, much like Athena.
Mira did not know why she existed. She had just met Sage Edol when an overwhelming force compelled her to take this child.
And she set this child down upon a pillow in her stone domain before she realized what she had done.
The child was now asleep, seemed lulled by Mira's calm aura, even if Mira did not feel calm at all.
She brought her fingers to her long, smooth hair and grasped the locks.
"Oh no. I've done something wrong. I've done something terribly wrong," she whispered.
Mira had little idea of what she had done wrong exactly, but she knew that she was a Goddess, and this sleeping child was human. And human children were perhaps not meant to be in Gods' Domains.
Mira was the Goddess of Peace and Tranquility, and for a Goddess of Peace and Tranquility, she was not so good at her work.
She slipped into her stone throne, anxiously gazed upon this child with red hair and a soft, snoozing face. She felt the child's small breaths and it seemed to calm her.
"Why am I here?" Mira asked herself.
I would like to know the same, Oberon said.
Mira gasped, looked over to see the tall and daunting Oberon standing beside her.
"I'm sorry," she stuttered.
She stood from her throne. Her wings flapped and pulled her from the ground.
Oberon looked between Mira's fantastic wings and the child who rested.
My name is Oberon.
"Are you a God?" she asked.
I am, Oberon said. And so are you.
"My name is Mira," said Mira.
It is a pleasure to meet you, Mira.
Mira had shimmering white hair and white skin. She had large angelic wings that extended as she left Earth. They moved aside rocks and boulders as she descended to her domain.
And she indeed did descend, like Oberon when he desired to return to his domain. But she had light and electricity in her palms, much like Athena.
Mira did not know why she existed. She had just met Sage Edol when an overwhelming force compelled her to take this child.
And she set this child down upon a pillow in her stone domain before she realized what she had done.
The child was now asleep, seemed lulled by Mira's calm aura, even if Mira did not feel calm at all.
She brought her fingers to her long, smooth hair and grasped the locks.
"Oh no. I've done something wrong. I've done something terribly wrong," she whispered.
Mira had little idea of what she had done wrong exactly, but she knew that she was a Goddess, and this sleeping child was human. And human children were perhaps not meant to be in Gods' Domains.
Mira was the Goddess of Peace and Tranquility, and for a Goddess of Peace and Tranquility, she was not so good at her work.
She slipped into her stone throne, anxiously gazed upon this child with red hair and a soft, snoozing face. She felt the child's small breaths and it seemed to calm her.
"Why am I here?" Mira asked herself.
I would like to know the same, Oberon said.
Mira gasped, looked over to see the tall and daunting Oberon standing beside her.
"I'm sorry," she stuttered.
She stood from her throne. Her wings flapped and pulled her from the ground.
Oberon looked between Mira's fantastic wings and the child who rested.
My name is Oberon.
"Are you a God?" she asked.
I am, Oberon said. And so are you.
"My name is Mira," said Mira.
It is a pleasure to meet you, Mira.