[Quest] the story of a god -

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- begins with her creation

All is silent until the gods come, rising upon the sun. They tumble in through great pillars, streaming in gold and stirring the dust motes that swirl in idle revelry. Their laughter is wild and creativity burns in the ichor of their veins.

Upon a dias they gather, about a marble statue, white as innocence and rearing in fearsome wonder. The sun limns its marble limbs in light casting a warrior’s shadow across the tiled floor of its divine temple.

The statue is divine, it is a warrior’s cry, a violent twist of grace and ferocity. The gods admire their work, as all gods do. Even in their troubled hearts they find glory in their masterpiece.  But it will not do, no matter its wild savagery and haloing sun.

It’s gods pull the winds in from the mountainside upon which their temple rests. They push it in, in to the statue until stone becomes animated and marble hair rises and falls at the zephyr’s touch. It is soft as silk, rippling in the wind, rolling like the sea.

But still the gods are not content with merely that and they turn yet more marble into flesh. Pink skin blushes and black skin darkens. Over it they lie snow stolen from the mountain’s cap and cover their statue so completely. Snow warms and yet it does not melt. It warms and warms, forging in magic until it becomes like velvet to touch. The soft down of equine hair gleams in the sunlight and oh how the sun shines upon this creation. Not content with merely white they take too a tiger’s skin, its fierce oranges and its swallowing blacks. They lay them across her skin and paint their creation with the bark of trees that grow within the temple’s atrium. Red roses bloom and they steal their petals and their colour, weaving them into ribbons that wrap about the flowing mane and rippling tail. Cherry blood is painted across each hoof and then, oh then, the gods pull the blue out of their sky.

An eye, what is in an eye?

They paint the marble blue and black, bright as the sky and dark as night. They run the sun along its surface but it does not gleam, it does not move. Not until they draw eternity down, down from the endless universe above. They trap time in its confines and weave it into nerves and bones and fibers and then, then they press and press and press it into their new creation too.

That great creature rears, it pierces the sky with its stone limbs and staring eyes. It’s lips are parted with a soundless, endless cry that reaches out into the stars. Yet so suddenly the silence is no more!

A life, endless and eternal, twines and twists through its warming flesh. It turns all into bone and vessels, nerves and airways. Her eternal lungs burn as the statue draws its first breath – it comes with the sound of groaning, creaking stone: an earthquake rumbling within a god’s creation.

At the beginning of time they named their creation Antiope and she is endless. Eternity burns fire-blue within her eyes. There are galaxies swallowed in her Time-born gaze and as universes grow, so does she.

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@Antiope's Immortality quest begins with her creation - in the temple of the four gods of her homeland. The four gods arrive in the morning, gathering around a marble statue. Antiope's story will begin when they bring her to life - but the rest of her story is her's to write. 

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[Antiope]

Antiope
won’t you teach me teach me how to see?
tell me you love me, am I Lilith or am I Eve?

What is nothing?

What is darkness, and silence, when it is all you know?

How can you know something, when you haven’t been created yet?

~~~

Somehow, though she isn’t sure how, she knows that she is not alone. She cannot see, cannot hear; there is nothing and nobody in this in immeasurable, unfathomable darkness, and yet she is somehow not alone.

It’s a feeling, although she’s not quite sure how she can feel anything at all.

One day, there was nothing.

And then one day, there was her. Somehow, strangely. Wonderfully, her.

And all around her there is nothing and nobody but beyond that is a feeling, a sense, that there are others. A feeling that she is not alone, that she is cared for and loved and wanted. How? How does she know that?

~~~

The first sign that something is changing are the flashes. The colors are bright, bright, bright (how does she know what colors are?), and they come and go in quick bursts. She feels… she feels.

Hunger, so sharp and keen that she ached with it.

Magic, so strange and pulsing as it flooded every cell.

Power, so inky and black she all but breathed it.

Life, so boundless and strong that she might never quit.

One moment, there is only darkness and nothing, and a distant feeling of something, someone else, somewhere out there. And then, there is light so bright she is squinting against it, and her hooves are touching the ground and the wind is pulling on the strands of her hair.

She turns her head, eyes as blue as the sky and the sea, and looks at the gods around her and knows, somehow, that they are the ones who were there all along. In each of their chests they boast a gem the same color as the lights she had seen in the darkness and she knows, too, that they are her creators.

“What am I?” she asks, and she feels like a lioness but looks like a tigress who is still partially encased in marble. As she looks around her, she realizes there is no evidence of the statue she once was, nor how she can possible know that that is what she was.

“You are ours,” the gods say, in unison. “You are more powerful than the strongest of beasts, faster than the swiftest wind, deadlier than the stormiest sea,” they say, one by one, as the gems in their chests gleam, “you were made to end a terrible war.”

“You will go to the south, to the east.”

“To a jungle.”

“You will know what to do.”

“Hurry, your sisters are waiting for you.”

She steps forward, and the sun is bright upon and brown and white of her skin as it slants through the white marble columns all around. Outside, the ocean sings. She stops, at the threshold of the stairs that will take her down and away, and looks back one last time, “And who am I?”

“You are Antiope.”

"Speaking."

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