A/N: Hey guys! Back with another abstract sort of chapter! Hope you like it!
The world is vast and complex and endless. With all the thoughts and things and feelings of everything ever made and anyone ever lived it was easy to forget.
And in a small corner of this very vast, very complex world was one such forgotten thing. At the edge of a park, in the middle of a pond obscured by some bushes, sat a stone idol of a god long past. Perhaps this being had been praised long ago, with sacrifices and food and festivals in his worship. But in the long winding history of this world, had gotten lost.
A lonely little god with no worshipers and just a plaque that simply read the name of the museum it had been lent from. Lent so long ago that perhaps the museum itself had forgotten it among the bushes and trees and lily pads on the water.
And so sat this little idol, lost in a strange land, when a boy stumbled across it on a cloudy afternoon where the air was thick with petrichor.
The boy might have been a man, but to the little ancient god who had seen so much and was so old, he looked like a sad young child, picking his way through the bushes to plop on the small bank of grass.
His clothes were worn and his eyes tired, a far cry from those who had once worshipped him, but the little god had grown kinder in the years after seeing what time could do and let the man sit by the bank with his hands in his face.
The idol simply watched as the man wept silently before standing up, throwing one last look at the center of the pond as he walked away.
He recognized the look on the man's face, it was the same he had seen in a long-lost ancient civilization, an anguished prayer thrown in his direction.
Back then he would've granted it only if he happened to be in a benevolent mood. Now, he didn't know if he had the power. So he just continued to sit on this stone slab in the middle of the pond.
But perhaps there was something left in him, because a week later, a woman showed up by his bank, staring across the water into a realm beyond the park with the trees and the pond and the idol.
The little god recognized the look as those who are lost.
She left as silently as she had entered, like a ghost to the world. A broken man and a lost woman and by some miracle beyond even the little god, he had gained two worshipers.
They came intermittently, to sit upon his bank with heavy hearts, staring out as if the answers they were searching for lay on the other side of the water.
So one day the lonely, forgotten, little god decided to show them a small often overlooked truth of the world.
That sometimes, the woman stood by the bank, the things that are searched for, the man scrambled his way through the bushes, are right there.
The woman started as she heard the noise, tearing her gaze away from the other side of the water to the man who had appeared right next to her. They stared at each other for a while, and in that silence the god started to feel weary from his work.
Perhaps once they had sacrificed for him. But today, he had sacrificed for them, for humanity. And as his only two worshipers walked away he was left once again. A a lonely little god, in a strange land.
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And perhaps one day, after some indeterminate amount of time a young girl stumbles on the banks. She has blonde hair and sea-green eyes and reminds the little god of something that might have also been forgotten in the vastness of the world. But her smile keeps it alive.
A/N: This is HEAVILY inspired by Agatha Christie's short story The Lonely God and I highly recommend reading that because it's so amazing and left goosebumps on my arm. I used the concept of the little god statue and created a different meeting around it but please read her work!
I also added (along with a happier ending) the concept of sometimes the things we search for are closer than we think, maybe even inside of us all along.
I hope you guys liked this! I know it's super different but that's this drabble series for you!
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