Chapter Three

He was wandering for hours now.
Well, he would not count it as wandering, it was more like a Zombie state stagger.
His knees and legs wobbled as if they were made of Jelly and his surroundings still pulsed, less intense than before, but the forest was still pulsing - or was it him?
Strangely it had a beat, almost like a heart.

It pulsed again and he actually heard something.
Confused as to where that sound came from he blinked slowly a few times, the next time it was noticeable he realised even the sound came from him.
Slowly, almost as if he was afraid that the sound would vanish he lowered his gaze to his chest, his Hand slowly wandering up to lay where his eyes rested.

There.
Slow and rhythmical it pounded. A heart.
Question was why by the Netherealm did he have a heart?
Sure he had a human appearance, but that was, as already stated, appearance - there was no need for him or other gods to have internal organs.

He noticed the pulsing of the trees was slowly fading away until it was gone and he could hear another thing that was foreign to him.
It sounded as if there where rivers around him, but there were no rivers he could see.
Confused because of said sound he let it sink in until he realised that it was blood cruising through newly build veins rushing through his human turning system.

What in the havens had that person done to him?
Whoever that person was he currently could not recognise had clearly cursed him to become human. The huge human turning god had no other way of explaining this recent events.
After his newly build system had calmed itself he began walking again this time less like a Zombie and actually like a "normal" being, but alas he apparently was never normal.

As he walked through the forest the animals which had held in the background came forth and guided him through the green territory led by a single grey rabbit.
They seemed to be friendly, but he still was a bit wary because of his current situation.

The unlikely group wandered for hours, no end in sight.
Then, at long last they stepped onto a relatively large clearing which held a tiny house, almost a shack, to it.
In front of this old-looking house there was standing an old women holding her fragile body up on a broom.
As the human turning god stepped closer with the animals her eyes cracked open making her already wrinkled face look ancient.
Her eyes where a strong forest green, matching their surroundings, he noticed that her gaze was strong indicating that she had a fairly strong spirit.
As her mouth opened and her voice carried over to his no longer too sensitive ears he was shaken at what came out.

"I have awaited your arrival Raiden, human turned god of thunder."

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