Mythological & Magical Fantasy
Pharah-centric chapter


One day a stranger entered the small town a few miles away from Eichenwald, now, normally when one is called a stranger it's because the people do not know them. This is the case, however, not the entire reason. It's mainly because the people found this stranger rather strange. Some said it was because of her accent, or her clothing, or, really, that she came out of nowhere one day and began helping out. But really, they all thought, the one thing that was completely and utterly strange about this stranger is that she had two very large, very beautiful, wings protruding from her back. She was taller than most people and her golden eyes seemed to glow.

("Oh they don't really glow," said one man to the other, "it's just the lighting making it look like that!")

None of them ever got to learn her name, as she'd only pass through town with some supplies, tell stories at the tavern, and then leave. They all decided without realizing to call her The Wanderer.

Tonight was a night most townsfolk looked forward to. They got to learn the news of the land and some good deeds that the stranger had done recently.

"Sorry I'm late, I was staying with a witch for a while," she started her stories, warming herself by the fire and her voice was smooth and calm. (Some described her voice as honey, others described it as worn with age like wine.)

Normally it was the children who asked all the questions, the adults were too embarrassed to ask the questions themselves as they eagerly awaited for the rest of the story.

"Did she curse you to stay with you?" One of the little girls asked, raising her hand.

The Wanderer chuckled and shook her head, "Not that kind of curse you think, this curse is stronger and more pure than your typical curse… Love. But that's a story for another time. First… I have another story to tell. It's about a woman named Pharah. She was the goddess of the sky and justice."

1.

Pharah was young and reckless, always daring the world to throw whatever it could at her just so she could fight it off to prove that she could. She didn't realize her own potential, and why so many of those dangerous things didn't kill her. She knew already, however, that there was something different about her. It could be chalked up to the fact that she was born to a single mother and traveled with her from her birth, or her strange clothes, her accent, or where she came from. Could. But the one, soul factor to her knowing that she was different was that she was born to fly.

And oh, how much she loved to fly. It was the one time she truly felt she was free. The wind blowing through her hair, the quiet, all of it she loved. Should anything take it away from her, she thought she would die of grief.

But all good things must come to an end… It wasn't until Pharah was a little older that she noticed how much good she could do for people with her gift of flight. The same good that her mother, an alchemist, so often did. Pharah thought she could use her gift different, through militias and peacekeepers. She brought it up one day to her mother.

"Mama?"

"Yes, habibti?"

"I've been thinking…"

"That sounds dangerous," her mother teased.

"Please, mama, I'm serious… We've been traveling for a long time. I'm nearly 21 now…"

"Where are you going with this?"

"I want to join a military. Like you did… before you had me. I know, it's probably dangerous but it's what I want to do."

"No," her mother said without hesitation.

That set Pharah off, and once Pharah was set off, then so was her mother. What was said to each other would be regretted for the rest of their lives…

2.

"When they said we had a new armed guard, I didn't think that you'd have… uh… Those." Captain Khalil, Pharah's new captain never meant for it to be said in malice, rather the other way. He said it with a laugh in his voice and a smile on his lips.

Pharah laughed nervously and nodded, "I get that a lot."

"Have you had any prior experience to fighting? I should hope so."

"Yes, I served for 11 years in a military."

"That's good to know. What should we call you, I don't want to introduce you to everyone as 'the new recruit'."

"Pharah… just Pharah."

"Well, Just Pharah," he said with a hint of teasing in his voice, "Time to meet your team. This Is Saleh, Okoro, Mahmud, and Aizad, we have a few others but they're scouting ahead."

"It's good to meet you all."

She should have seen it coming. Five years into her time accompanying her team they were ambushed. They had a new recruit, Tariq. She fought tooth and nail to keep the team alive, to protect them, but it was for naught. She, Saleh, and Tariq, were the only ones who survived the assault.

Guilt ridden, Pharah left. She flew as far as she could from her home land, abandoning it and hoping to never return. For why would she? Why would she return to a land that reminded her of nothing but her constant sorrow?

At last, when she landed atop a mountain, she yelled out in pain, rage, and sorrow. And that's when he showed himself to her. Her mentor. Horus.

3.

With the head of a falcon, and the body of a man, Horus guided Pharah through her travels. She sometimes thought it odd that he would appear so suddenly and disappear in the same fashion, but she never questioned it. He was her mentor, and he had much to teach her. However, they had their differences. He would tell her she was meant for leading, she would laugh it off and wave her hand in dismissal. She would insist on continuing her travels, he would insist she return home.

It wasn't until an incident involving a woman when things changed, for better or for worse, Pharah never figured that out.

You see, through her travels, Pharah's name became quite renowned through the land. Those that came in direct contact with her would change forever. Either they were saved by her, or attacked by her, there was no one greater or lesser who would face these facts.

During her travels she helped out a stranger. This stranger quickly became attached to Pharah, they traveled for quite some time together. And through their travels and time together, Pharah became smitten with the woman.

Horus warned her about the woman, about falling in love with mortals, for they were greedy and unkind. But Pharah did not want to hear any of it, refused to hear it. So she pursued the woman.

They were together for months, they were intimate, Pharah thought they were meant to be. She was so blinded by love, she hadn't even realized she was only being used.

One night, the woman tried to cut off Pharah's wings, so as to sell them for vast sums of money. Pharah, enraged that her trust was betrayed, swiftly ended her.

Heartbroken was she, so she called out at last to Horus.

"Horus… You were right. Humans are greedy and selfish and unkind. I did nothing to deserve this."

"I know."

"What should I do?"

"Accept it, and realize that even if they are all of these things, it is your duty to watch over them."

"Like you…"

"No. Not anymore. I am but an extension of you. You are Horus, and I am Pharah. We are one in the same. Goddess of the sky, kings, and now protection. If you accept this, then you will know at last what to do."

4.

Perhaps, Pharah thought to herself, in one possibility of her life, she was normal. Not in a sense like we normally see "normal." But more… human normal. And while she may have appeared to be human normal, she was anything but. Sometimes she wondered why it had to be her, her to bear the mantle of godhood. She was born to a human-enough mother, so it would only makes sense that she would be one too. But apparently some higher being or the universe itself thought it was funny to leave such a big responsibility on such a young soul.

And what more, that it made the soul older than it should have been.

She thought to herself that there was at least one possibility of herself out there in the great wide unknown who, born to a human-enough mother, was human-enough herself. She yearned to see the possibility.

But she knew it was for naught.

For a goddess ought not think of such futile things, yes?

But this is why Pharah was so confused. Horus was different from Pharah. Horus felt like a completely different entity, whereas Pharah… Well, she wasn't sure who Pharah was anymore. That was something she had to figure out again.

It was when she encountered less-than-a-witch and more-of-a-hermit that she found herself trying to settle down. To stop traveling with no destination in mind.

And as time went on, she went on she decided to help the villages close by.


When the Wanderer finished the story, people looked at her with a baffled look on their faces. Finally, one of the adults spoke, "This Pharah… Where is she now? Is she immortal? I don't understand?"

The Wanderer smiled a smile that could only be described as one of nostalgia. Without another word, the Wanderer stood up and started her way out. All of the children understood, they understood who the Wanderer was now. But none of them ever told the adults, not until they were old and frail and had grandchildren of their own. They told the tale of the goddess who came to their town.


A.N/: hey, take this collection of drabbles i've written until I finish the next chapter of Impression (which is still alive, i swear.) anyways, i'm gonna leave it up to you guys if they should be separate. one of the aus i might make into a full fledged(hahah) fic, or not, all up to u guys really.

ANYWAYS THANKS FOR READING THIS ONE. yall keep going on and on and on about anubis!pharah. but tbh that doesn't make sense to me. so i present you with the god that she has more connections with and her raptora is quite literally designed after. HORUS! also like,,, where all the fics at of pharah with wings. i'm really thirsty for winged pharah. please guys,,,