That au I made a while back now in word form.
Beyond what the mind can comprehend of the heavens, there lies a civilization among the stars that worships mortal humans as goddess. They preserve their goddess as long as their physical bodies are not mortality wounded. For many decapheebs the same mortal goddess was kept in his youth and beauty. He knew not of earth, but that he is soul reincarnation goddess of Hathor, the most lusted and adored goddess of love and joy. He himself knowing no knowledge of freedom, and with that; love and joy fell more distant by each passing quintent.
In the early years of human civilization there grew a beauty city by the western point of an island, by the ocean. The city was crumbling by their poor choice of foundation, and would soon perish.
A slave had a beautiful child with brown hair, and dark blue eye that sparkled and gave her joy. She knew the city was going to collapse someday, due to being not on solid ground. She knew the life of her child was so fragile and small, that he would die in mere months. She knew she had to give her son any form of a better life.
One night she ran away and nearly made it past all the guards. No man saw the child she was carrying, and she caught spear in the side of her shoulder. She fled into the world with nothing but her child, and an open wound. As she slowly felt her life draining from her; hope remained. For 3 days and 3 nights she spent crying out to the heavens for someone to save her child from his unfortunate, inevitable fate. On her last night of life, she saw what she thinks is the goddess Taweret. She prays that the beautiful goddess took her child as not an offering, but a goddess as well. She spoke of him so highly, telling of the tales that he should be destined for; but he is held back by the corruption of civilization. The beautiful creature accepts the dying mother’s plead, and asks what she would like for the care of her child’s life. Begging for the destruction of the city, that was her dying wish. The creature sinks the city to the bottom of the waters and leaves with the child for a new life. The infant not knowing where he came from, but that he has always been a goddess of love, and kindness. With each growing quintent, the child became known as the embodiment of love and joy. Gaining the name Hathor, or his birth name; Lance.
Thank @littleinternetbeantrash101 for this wonderful writing. I loved this epilogue so much!
We'll gladly take suggestions for a name for this au. It'd be deeply DEEPLY appreciated.
