Chapter Two: Streams

Pain…. The small flash of a human emotion. Pain…Can one truly understand it? As being a god, this was new to me. On that cold, raining night. With the thunder telling all of creation of its power. The light would shine for mere seconds, as if the scrolls had been opened. Depicted in our sacred text, of the power of heaven. This was no heaven, just a flicker of nature's unnatural power. My power…
Finally, after a long, endless sleep. I was awoken. I groaned as my head lifted from the ancient crater. This body that I was cast into could not hold against the tribulations of being a god. So, it suffered…. and that suffering brought more pain to my awareness. "This is not…what I am accustom to…." My voice had lost its omnipotent brass tone, and was nothing more than a grating murmur.
I arose from the wet, muddy ground. My naked skin prickled and was soaked with the wetness of the falling rain. On two wobbly legs, I slowly stumbled onward. Trying to peer upon the rising land, searching desperately for anyone familiar.
Anther emotion…..Fear…..Was I afraid of the unknown? Was my soul uneasy of the trials ahead? These too, coursed though my brain, yet it could give no answer to the screaming questions. I put my hands to my head, holding my aching mind and gritting my teeth. 'S…Stop…It!" Yet, the questions kept on coming…What if you die? What if the world you knew, no longer exist? Do you exist? What is a god without his body?
I screamed…and threw my self into the murky puddles…That was the first time, I saw my reflection…For a god, this was a new experience…Even though, I had been witness to countless millenniums. For a being once composed of ethereal powers, this was…new.
The face that was looking back at me was…My face..was fair, and well featured…With shimmering blue eyes, and long black hair. My teeth were white, with not a blemish on my scarless face. It was though, it was…perfect.
I ran my muddy hand, slowly along the curves of my face…it felt warm. I could feel heat. With another slow feeling, it was soft. With little black hairs growing out of the chin, and cheeks. These felt, spiky, and hurt when tugged on.
'Is this…What a mortal is? A mud covered hairy creature, which feels this cataclysmic array of emotions!?" I lifted my head to heaven, and cried out…Not for this world, but for a boy, longing to be in his mothers arms, and not being alone no longer.
I sank to my knees, and cried. Holding my face in my mud covered hands. I was alone….