“Hey, ah, my name is Deeter. And, um, well I’d like to tell you the story of Oseria. If you want to hear…
Oseria was the mother goddess. She was, well… I don’t know what she was like. But I was always told she was great. You know, kind, and gentle, really nice. She wasn’t Queen of the gods, or anything, but she was definitely one of the strongest. She raised an Island from the sea, and… well my mom told me this and I don’t know if it’s true, but she says Oseria pulled out the bones of fish and planted them, you know, into the sand? And our ancestors grew up from out of the sand. Neat, huh?
Anyway, our ancestors were, ah what was the word… handmaids! They tended her shrine and sacrificed animals on her prye, and stuff like that. Oseria wasn’t making them stay on her island though, they wanted to stay, you know? All of them were women, mom says they were super beautiful, and gifted with dark magic, probably where I get my knack for it from… but the other gods, and the humans, mostly men, always tried to invade, try and take them away, ‘cause they were really powerful and pretty? But Oseria always kept them away, starting storms and chasing off the other gods, really cool battle stories my grandma told my mom when she was a kid, but thats for another time.
One day though… he came. Agolthorp. He was… well he was the worst of the worst. A horror demon, a champian in the underworld- crazed paranoid human hating monster- you know the type. See, Agolthorp, he was a god killer, he wanted to destroy humanity, because the gods held them in high regard, and he hated the gods and wanted to take humanity away. Humans were strong though. He couldn’t do it alone. He came to the island, and he killed Oseria. She fought him, but he was too strong, and with her gone, my ancestors couldn’t fight him.
There’s a lot I don’t know, my mom doesn’t like talking about Agolthorp, and my aunties hate talking about him more than she does. All I know, is that when he took over, our island changed. He rose it into the sky, and in her memory, we whispered her name to our island. Our island is called Oseria now, but for a long time stories of her were forbiden, especially to the boys of the island. But, well, it’s just me now, and my mom isn’t scared to tell me the stories her mom told her despite fear of death.
I hope Oseria doesn’t hold my father’s guilt against me, but my aunties can’t forgive me. I wasn’t the one who killed her, I wasn’t the person responsible for her death, right? But… as his son, I’m never coming out of his shadow. I might not have done it… but do you think I’m as guilty as my father? I don’t really remember him, and what I can remember is that I didn’t like him but I don’t know if that maters.
Oh… sorry, I got side tracked. Well, that was most of the story of Oseria, the mother goddess… sorry for taking so much of your time.
