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The weight of the world rests on my shoulders. The burden is heavy, almost unbearable. Every step I take feels like I'm sinking further into the ground. But I can't give up. I have to keep going, keep pushing forward. For their sake. For everyone's sake.
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"You're doing great, Elysia! Just a little further!" The encouraging voice of the market worker pulls me back to reality. The heavy boxes I'm carrying are stacked high, blocking my view. I can feel the strain in my arms, but I won't let it stop me.
I finally reach the stall and gently set the boxes down. A wave of relief washes over me as I straighten up and wipe the sweat from my forehead.
"Thank you so much, Elysia. I don't know what we'd do without you," the worker says with a grateful smile.
"It's no trouble at all," I reply, trying to catch my breath. "Anything to help out."
The market is bustling with activity. Gods and goddesses of all kinds are shopping, haggling, and chatting. It's a vibrant, lively place, full of energy and life. Helping out here always gives me a sense of purpose, a feeling that I'm making a difference.
I look around, taking in the sights and sounds. The colors are dazzling, with stalls full of fruits, vegetables, fabrics, and trinkets. The air is filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the savory aroma of food cooking on grills.
As I stand there, taking in the vibrant atmosphere, I feel my foot catch on something. Before I can react, my balance is lost, and I tumble forward, my white cape billowing around me.
"Whoa—!" I manage to yelp before hitting the ground with a soft thud.
A few nearby gods and goddesses chuckle as I scramble to my feet, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. This happens more often than I'd like to admit.
"Are you okay, Elysia?" one of the market workers asks, concern mixed with amusement in their voice.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," I assure them, brushing off my cape. "Just...got a bit tangled up."
Honestly, you'd think after a few centuries, I'd get the hang of walking with a cape.
I sigh inwardly, shaking my head at my own clumsiness.
Oh, where are my manners?
ELYSIA.
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My name is Elysia. Full name: Elyrian Somnia Celestialis Visionara Hypnosia. Quite a mouthful, I know. But it comes with the territory of being a goddess. Specifically, the Goddess of Dreams. My role? Making people's wishes come true.
I know it sounds grand, and sometimes it is. But other times, it's just as mundane as carrying heavy boxes or tripping over my own cape.
You see, my family has a unique origin. A thousand years ago, a dangerous criminal met a beautiful jailer, and against all odds, they fell in love. Inspired by his wife, the man changed his ways and dedicated his life to helping others. That was his dream. And when he passed away, his strong will transformed him into the first-ever Dream God. Generations later, here I am, trying to live up to that legacy.
I glance around the market, seeing the bustling activity, the smiles, the occasional frowns. Each person here has their own dreams, their own struggles. And I want to help them all.
One of the workers, a god with an amused grin, asks, "Elysia, why don't you just take the cape off? It might save you a few trips."
I straighten up, adopting an overly serious expression. "The. Cape. Stays," I declare, my voice firm and resolute.
The worker chuckles, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. The cape stays."
"Anyway. Is there anything else I can do?" I ask, eager to be of more help.
The man shakes his head with a kind smile. "You've done more than enough, Elysia. Really, there's nothing left."
But I can't help feeling there must be something else. "Are you sure? Maybe there's something small, something that got overlooked?"
He chuckles, raising an eyebrow. "Well, if you're that insistent... How about blessing the market with good dreams tonight? Make sure everyone here has a peaceful rest."
I grin at the suggestion. "Consider it done." I close my eyes for a moment, focusing on spreading a gentle, soothing aura throughout the market. When I open them, I see the man smiling appreciatively.
"Thank you, Elysia," he says.
"Anytime," I reply. "It's what I do."
After bidding farewell to the worker, I step out of the market and take a moment to look around. Astralium is truly a wondrous place. I love every part of it, from the bustling marketplaces to the serene gardens. I've memorized every nook and cranny of these roads, every twist and turn.
The streets are filled with gods and goddesses, each going about their day, contributing to the harmony of our world. The buildings, tall and majestic, shimmer with an ethereal glow, their spires reaching toward the sky. The air is filled with a sense of purpose and unity, a testament to the strength and beauty of Astralium.
I take a deep breath, feeling a swell of pride and love for this place. It's more than just my home; it's where dreams are born and where the fabric of existence is woven. Every corner holds a memory, every path a story. And I am grateful to be a part of it all.
As I gaze across the cityscape of Astralium, my eyes catch sight of SOTW in the distance—the School of the World, where I am to start my first day tomorrow. SOTW stands as a beacon of knowledge and learning for all young gods and goddesses. It's a place where talents are honed, destinies shaped, and bonds forged that last for eternity.
Founded by the wisest of our kind, SOTW represents more than just education; it's a symbol of unity and progress in Astralium. Here, gods from all corners of our world come together to study the arts of creation, governance, and the mysteries of existence itself. It's a place where dreams are nurtured and aspirations realized.
I feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I think about stepping through those grand gates tomorrow. The challenges and adventures that await me at SOTW will surely shape my path as the Goddess of Dreams. But for now, I cherish this moment, soaking in the anticipation of what's to come.
"I wonder what else is there for me to do." Checking my list of tasks for the day, I smile to myself as I see each item checked off, neatly marked with my delicate script. From assisting at the market to blessing its patrons with peaceful dreams, everything has been completed. The last entry on my list simply reads "going back home."
With a sense of satisfaction, I fold the list and tuck it away in the folds of my white cape. As I turn to head home, my thoughts drift to the warmth and comfort waiting for me there. Home is not just a place; it's a sanctuary, filled with love and tranquility. I look forward to returning, knowing that I've done my part to make Astralium a little brighter today.
With a graceful leap into the air, I spread my ethereal wings and take flight. The wind rushes past me, carrying the scents of Astralium—the sweet fragrance of celestial flowers, the faint hint of ozone from distant storms. Below, the city stretches out like a tapestry of shimmering lights and intricate architecture.
Gliding effortlessly through the celestial skies, I navigate familiar paths, following the currents of magic that pulse through our world. The journey home is a tranquil one, filled with the gentle hum of cosmic energy and the distant melodies of celestial beings.
As I soar higher, the stars above twinkle with their ancient wisdom, casting a soft glow upon my path. I feel a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that I have fulfilled my duties for the day and contributed to the harmony of Astralium
As I approach the familiar door of our celestial abode, a warmth spreads through my heart. With a gentle push, the door swings open silently, revealing a scene that fills me with surprise and joy.
Inside, my family stands before me with beaming smiles and twinkling eyes. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of celestial treats and the soft glow of magical candles. Streamers of ethereal light dance around the room, casting colorful patterns on the walls.
"Elysia!" my mother exclaims, stepping forward to embrace me. "Congratulations, my dear. We are so proud of you!"
My father joins in, his voice filled with pride. "Welcome to SOTW, Elysia. You've made us all so happy."
Myra, my mischievous younger sister, jumps up and down with excitement. "Yay, Elysia! Now we can finally see who's smarter!"
Tears of happiness well up in my eyes as I take in the love and support of my family. They have prepared this celebration to mark the beginning of my journey at the School of the World. It's a moment of unity and joy, reminding me of the strength of our bond and the endless possibilities that lie ahead.
Amidst the laughter and cheers, I feel a deep sense of gratitude. I am blessed to have such a loving family, who believes in me and celebrates my milestones with such warmth and affection.
Tears of joy glisten in my eyes as I look around at my family, who are all smiling warmly at me. The room is filled with love and the soft glow of magic, making the moment feel even more special.
"You did this for me?" I ask, my voice filled with awe and gratitude. My heart swells with emotions as I realize the effort and love they poured into preparing this surprise.
My mother nods, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Of course, dear Elysia. We wanted to celebrate your journey to SOTW. You've always been our shining star."
My father steps forward, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You've worked so hard to get here, Elysia. We are incredibly proud of you."
Myra bounces excitedly beside them. "It was all Dad's idea! We wanted to make sure you felt special."
I'm overwhelmed with emotions as I wrap my arms around each of them in turn, feeling their love and support envelop me like a warm embrace. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what to say."
My family smiles warmly, sharing in the joy of this moment. Together, we gather around the table, ready to celebrate and cherish the bonds that unite us in Astralium.
As the party unfolds around me, I find myself caught up in a whirlwind of joy and celebration. The room is adorned with shimmering decorations and glowing orbs that float gently in the air, casting a soft, radiant light. Music fills the space, a melodic harmony that seems to resonate with the joy in our hearts.
First, my mother presents a lavish feast of celestial delicacies—golden fruit that sparkles with starlight, cakes that shimmer like moonbeams, and nectar that glows with a faint, ethereal hue. The table overflows with abundance, a testament to the love and care they've poured into this celebration.
My father leads a toast, raising a goblet filled with sparkling ambrosia. His voice, warm and resonant, echoes through the room as he praises my dedication and determination. The toast is met with cheers and applause from our gathered family, their support a comforting embrace around me.
Myra, always the lively one, insists on showcasing her own talents—dancing amidst the glowing orbs, her movements filled with grace and playfulness. She twirls and spins, her laughter ringing like chimes through the room, drawing smiles from everyone around.
Throughout it all, I am surrounded by their love and encouragement, each moment etching itself into my heart. The party becomes a tapestry of shared memories and joyous laughter, a celebration of unity and hope for the future.
As I narrate these moments, I can't help but feel immense gratitude.
My dad, with a playful glint in his eye, raises his goblet again. "You know, Elysia, the day you officialize your first human follower, we'll have an even bigger party! Imagine that—a grand celebration for our little goddess of dreams!"
I laugh, shaking my head at his enthusiasm, but it does make me think about the significance of followers for gods.
Followers are the lifeblood of a god's power. They are the humans who believe in us, who worship us, and who draw strength and guidance from our divine presence. When a god gains a follower, it's more than just a number—it signifies a deep, spiritual connection. The more followers a god has, the stronger their divine power becomes. This power isn't just for show; it allows us to fulfill our roles more effectively, to influence the world in meaningful ways, and to protect and guide our followers in return.
In my case, as the goddess of dreams, having followers means I can enter their dreams more frequently, help them overcome their fears, and inspire them with visions of hope and possibilities. It's a symbiotic relationship—we provide guidance and protection, and in return, their belief fuels our existence.
For now, though, I'm just a goddess in training, still learning and growing. But the thought of one day having human followers who believe in me and my mission is both humbling and exhilarating. It reminds me of the responsibilities I carry and the potential I have to make a difference in the lives of those who look up to me.
As I look around at my family, I feel a renewed sense of purpose. One day, I will have followers, and I will strive to be worthy of their belief and trust. And when that day comes, I know my family will be right there beside me, celebrating every step of the way.
My sister, always quick with a teasing remark, grins and says, "Oh please, Elysia won't need to do much. All she'll have to do is trip on her cape, and everyone will find her adorable."
I feel my face flush a deep red, the warmth of embarrassment spreading across my cheeks. "Hey!" I protest weakly, though I can't help but smile. My sister's laughter is infectious, and soon the whole room is filled with the sound of our family's joy.
"Seriously, though," My sister continues, her tone softening. "You'll be amazing, Elysia. Just be yourself, and people will see how special you are."
I nod, feeling a mixture of pride and nervousness. "Thanks," I say quietly, appreciating her support even through the playful teasing.
"Elysia," my mom starts, her eyes twinkling with warmth and pride, "you'll probably be working on your celestial dance too."
I tilt my head slightly, a curious expression on my face. "Celestial dance?" I repeat, knowing full well what it is, yet still feeling its mystery every time it's mentioned. "It's this process where a god's power increases when they realize something important," I explain, my voice thoughtful. "But it's so cryptic. Even I can't seem to fully understand it."
Mom chuckles softly. "It's meant to be enigmatic, darling. Each god's celestial dance is unique, tied to their personal growth and revelations. It's not something you can rush or force."
I nod, the concept still swirling in my mind. "So, it's like...an epiphany that triggers a power boost?"
"Exactly," Mom says. "It can be a moment of clarity, an act of selflessness, or even a deep understanding of one's purpose. It varies from god to god."
I sigh, feeling both intrigued and slightly daunted. "I guess I'll just have to wait and see when my time comes."
Dad, ever the optimist, adds, "And when it does, Elysia, you'll be even more incredible than you already are. Just keep being true to yourself."
Mom's eyes twinkle with a playful smirk. "And who knows, Elysia? You might even find some promising gods at SOTW."
I feel my face heat up instantly. "M-Mom! I have no interest in engaging in romantic affairs right now!" I stutter, my cheeks burning. "I'm focused on my duties and helping people!"
Mom's smile only widens. "Oh, come on, sweetheart. I want to hold my grandchildren someday!"
"Mom!" I protest, my voice high-pitched and flustered. "I'm serious! I'm not thinking about that at all!"
"Yeah, Elysia will probably dump a lot of guys," my sister chimes in, laughing. "Or not really. She's too kind to break anyone's heart. Maybe she'll just run away whenever someone confesses."
I feel a pang of fear at the thought. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but I don't say that out loud. Instead, I shake my head vigorously. "That's not going to happen! I'm not even thinking about that kind of stuff!"
My sister's laughter grows louder, and I can't help but join in, despite my embarrassment.
"You have so much time yet, you keep using it to make fun of me," I pouted at them, crossing my arms.
My sister giggled, and my mom's playful smirk softened into a gentle smile. "We only tease because we love you, Elysia. You're our shining star."
My dad nodded in agreement. "And besides, you're pretty adorable when you blush."
I couldn't help but smile despite myself. "Alright, alright. Let's just enjoy the party."
After the party, Elysia stepped outside to take care of a few more tasks, her white cape fluttering gently in the evening breeze.
Inside, her mother turned to her husband, worry etched on her face. "I'm concerned about Elysia staying at the school and her future as a goddess," she confessed.
"Why is that?" he asked, curiosity in his eyes.
"It's just that...She's too nice. Too innocent. Too forgiving,"she said, her voice heavy with concern. "Someone might take advantage of her kindness and manipulate her."
He nodded, understanding her worry. "I know, but remember, Elysia has the ability to look into a human's heart. She would know if someone had ill intentions."
"I hope you're right," she sighed. "I just want her to be safe and happy."
"She will be," he reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Our Elysia is stronger than she seems."
(Back to Elysia)
We cut back to Elysia, who was now busy helping various people around Astralium.
First, she aided an elderly couple struggling with their groceries, her small frame belying the strength she used to carry their heavy bags. The old couple thanked her profusely, their faces lighting up with gratitude.
Next, she found a group of children playing in the streets and helped them fix a broken toy, using her dream magic to mend it seamlessly. The kids cheered, surrounding her with joyous laughter and hugs.
As night fell, Elysia continued her tasks undeterred. She assisted a merchant who had lost his way, guiding him back to his stall with a reassuring smile. The man looked at her with a mix of awe and relief, grateful for her unexpected help.
Finally, she came across a young woman struggling to find her keys in the dark. Elysia used her abilities to illuminate the area, revealing the lost keys. The woman jumped back, startled by the sudden light, but quickly calmed down when she saw Elysia's kind face.
In each instance, Elysia's presence brought comfort and relief, even if her sudden appearances occasionally startled those she was helping. She moved through Astralium with grace and determination, embodying the very essence of the goddess of dreams.
Elysia wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and pulled out her task list, her eyes scanning the neatly written tasks. With a tired yet satisfied smile, she realized that every item had been checked off.
"All done," she murmured to herself. "Guess it's time to head home. Don't want to make Mom and Dad worry."
She took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill her lungs. The streets of Astralium were quieter now, the hustle and bustle of the day giving way to a peaceful stillness. Elysia spread her arms and, with a gentle push of her feet, lifted off the ground and began her flight home.
As she flew, she reflected on the day's events. The joy on the faces of the people she had helped warmed her heart, but the physical exertion was beginning to catch up with her. The familiar sight of her home came into view, and she quickened her pace, eager to see her family and rest.
Touching down softly, she opened the door and was greeted by the comforting warmth of home.
As Elysia stepped into her home, the warmth and familiar smells instantly wrapped around her like a comforting embrace. Her family greeted her with smiles and light-hearted teasing, but the day's exhaustion was starting to weigh heavily on her. She exchanged a few words with her parents, assured them she was fine, and then made her way to her room.
The soft bed seemed to call her name, and she didn't resist its pull. Within moments, she was fast asleep, her dreams filled with the day's events and the kind faces of those she had helped.
Morning arrived gently, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow over Elysia's room. She stirred, stretching and yawning as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Today was a new day, and with it came new challenges and opportunities.
Elysia got up and quickly dressed, her mind already racing with thoughts of the tasks ahead. As she made her way downstairs, the smell of breakfast greeted her, and she found her family gathered around the table, ready to start the day together.
Today was the day. Elysia prepared her things, carefully packing her bag with everything she might need for her first day at the School of the World. She made sure to include her notebooks, pens, and a few keepsakes for comfort. Her excitement was palpable, mingled with a tinge of nervousness.
As she descended the stairs, her parents and sister were waiting for her, their faces beaming with pride and encouragement.
"Good luck, Elysia!" her mother said, pulling her into a tight hug. "You'll do amazing."
Her father clapped her on the shoulder. "Remember, if you need anything, we're just a thought away."
Elysia's sister grinned and gave her a thumbs up. "Go get 'em, sis! Show them what the Goddess of Dreams is made of!"
Elysia smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude and determination. "Thank you, everyone. I'll do my best."
She quietly began to leave her house, stepping out into the morning light. The familiar surroundings of her home felt like a warm embrace, but today marked the beginning of a new journey. The School of the World awaited her, filled with unknown challenges and opportunities. With a deep breath, Elysia spread her wings and took to the sky, her heart filled with determination and hope for what lay ahead.
As Elysia flew through the streets and buildings of Astralium, she took in the familiar sights with a new sense of purpose.
The Lumina Library stood tall and grand, its shimmering glass walls reflecting the morning sun. "This library, founded by Athena's successor, is a treasure trove of knowledge. It's a shame I've never spent much time there. Reading does help with sleep… Maybe I should visit more often."
Passing by the Celestial Market, she smiled at the bustling activity below. "This market is always so vibrant. I love helping the vendors here. They always appreciate an extra hand, even if I do trip on my cape more often than not."
She flew over the Astralium Gardens, a lush expanse of greenery and vibrant flowers. "These gardens are a sanctuary. I've spent countless hours here, helping tend to the plants and ensuring the dreams of those who visit are peaceful."
As she neared the Temple of Dreams, her heart swelled with pride. "This temple is my sanctuary, a place where I connect with the dreams of mortals. It's here that I find solace and strength, and it's where I can truly make a difference."
As Elysia soared through the air, absorbing the sights of Astralium, her tranquility was shattered by a chilling cry for help. Her heart pounded in her chest as she veered sharply towards the sound.
She landed in a dim alleyway, her eyes widening in horror at the sight before her. A fellow god lay on the ground, clutching his stomach, blue blood seeping through his fingers.
"Someone help me," he gasped, his voice weak and desperate.
"Don't fret. I've come to help you!" Elysia assured.
Before she could move, another voice echoed through the alley. Elysia turned to see three gods emerging from the shadows, their expressions smug and malicious. The leader, a tall figure with a cruel smile, stepped forward.
"Well, well, look what we have here. If it isn'tthe little bee that's been zooming around the town lately," he sneered. "I'm Acheron, the god of torture. And these are my associates. Me and my boys weren't doing anything big in case you're wondering. We just came to punish a little shit who was unlucky enough to run into us in broad daylight. Little did the poor little man know that he would have to deal with a hole in his stomach today. We were just watching him until you showed up."
Elysia's heart raced as she faced them, her mind whirling with fear and uncertainty. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded, her voice trembling.
Acheron laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Why? Because we can. Because it's fun. Its my goddamn purpose so i might as well put it use against y'all. Think of it as our training routine."
Elysia took a deep breath, summoning all her courage and empathy. She stepped forward, her eyes fixed on Acheron, the god of torture, and his companions.
"Please," she began, her voice calm yet urgent, "There's no need for violence. Let's talk this through."
Acheron scoffed, crossing his arms. "Talk? What's there to talk about? I need something to keep my existence up. This weakling deserves to suffer."
"He's done nothing to you," Elysia countered, her tone pleading. "Violence only begets more violence. Can't we find another way to resolve this?"
The other gods exchanged skeptical glances, but Elysia continued, her words gaining strength. "We're all gods here. We should be setting an example of compassion and understanding, not cruelty."
A flicker of doubt crossed Acheron's face, but he quickly masked it with a sneer. "You're too soft, little girl. Always trying to save everyone. One of these days. That's gonna stab you in the back. Just like this dude."
"Maybe that's true," she admitted, her voice unwavering. "But I believe in the good in people. Let's not let this escalate into something we'll regret."
"Tsk. I might end up falling asleep from all the boring dialogue this bitch is taking out of her mouth. Boys. Make quick work of her before more witnesses show up." The executioner said to his two associates who pulled out their long pointy spears at Elysia.
Elysia clenched her fists, her fear slowly giving way to determination. "It appears i have no other choice. I wish it didn't end like this. But i seem locked to use force. I won't let you hurt this man any further."
Acheron smirked, tilting his head. "Oh, really? And what are you going to do about it, little dream goddess?"
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"That's enough."
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"Huh?" Everyone turned to see a figure stepping out of the shadows. His presence was commanding, and his expression was one of cold determination. It was Orion, the impulsive sun god, though Elysia had never met him before.
(If i had an artist this is where there would be a CG of Orion staring down at the executioners. If you're interested contact me. Just saying ya know. But if you scan me i'll sent jesus after your ass.)
Acheron narrowed his eyes. "And who might you be?"
Orion stepped forward, ignoring the question. His gaze shifted briefly to Elysia, and for a moment, their eyes met. Then he looked back at the god of torture. "I said, that's enough. Acheron!"
TO BE CONTINUED.