Post by Skrillz50 on Mar 20, 2015 3:32:41 GMT
(FOR ONE, THIS IS MY FIRST SHORT STORY AND FOR TWO, IT'S CALLED THE BLANK SLATE BECAUSE SHE HAS NOTHING ABOUT HER YET! Here goes! P.S. I have no idea what is already made for the deities so don't be mad if I get something wrong. )
Alaktuu looked around. These deities were quite fascinating! She found it hard to believe they could act as mortals. She nodded, and walked to the portal.
She looked at Lumius, a hollow deity that showed no emotion, and he nodded. She walked in and it teleported her to her temple. Old and stone, filled with vines, it was still magnificent. Her temple had a few bookshelves that needed books and a few cells for some reason, but this was her new place so she did what she could to make it her resting place.
A wispy thread of mist floated from her paws and everywhere. It put books in the bookshelves, it dusted away the vines, and it made the beds behind the walls.
"Well, now it looks like someone could live here," she said, admiring her work.
She walked swiftly to a bit of old armor and examined it.
"Sure is rustic, ancient too. It needs some new swords and helmets here and there but I can fix it."
She shot more and more mist, fixing the old temple.
Her error in this was that only she could see these changes. The bookshelves remained empty, the vines still hung from the chandelier, the beds had rumpled sheets everywhere and the armor was rustic and old.
(THIS CONCLUDES ALAKTUU'S TEMPLE)
(Next Chapter: Alaktuu's day out... well, century out.)
Once Alaktuu was satisfied with her artificial improvements she walked outside. She exited the entrance, which was quite gorgeous, with stone pillars and stone statues. (That she had made, which where not seen to the mortals.)
She felt her hind legs crunch in the crispy green blades of grass. She heard the crashing of waves against the shore. She smelled the sweet smell of daisies nearby. She spread her arms wide and took it all in.
The venue was amazing, she could not see how another deity would give it up. She walked a little way to the other side of the shore. Her long strides made it easy for her to reach it. She looked at the old, crashed ship. She sent more mist out from her paws and made it upright. As soon as this happened, behind her were three young wyverns. They were all gold and quite mischievous. She glanced over her glossy purple shoulder and caught them crawling in. She kept on looking at them and tiptoed after them. Quietly she transformed into her mortal form, so the wyvern boys couldn't see her. The wyvern boys crept down the stairs and into the gold room. They stole most of the treasures but as soon as they turned around they saw a purple dragon. She had beautiful yellow eyes that glittered and green horns that pointed straight up.
"Who are you? And why are you following us?" asked the smallest wyvern.
"I AM ALAKTUU, DEITY OF MAGIC! HOW DARE YOU COME INTO MY TEMPLE AND STEAL MY GOLD AND QUESTION MY PRESSANCE?" she bellowed.
They quivered in fear as she grew ten times her size and glared into their golden eyes. She glared at them so hard they turned to stone. She crushed the stone statues of the wyvern boys and turned them to match the color of the temple. She covered up the gold room with the stone and huffed.
She went back outside and traveled out on her lawns for a long time. Longer than she had thought. Since deities don't keep track of time she did not realize how much time she had spent. It had been a century. And she had still been on her island the whole time. Poor Alaktuu did not know that she had wasted a whole 100 years just examining and fixing her island to look prim and proper to her standards. When she walked back inside she saw that her temple was rotting and old again.
"Huh? I just fixed this!" she screamed.
She fixed everything again but her magic was not improved enough and the temple still looked only good to deities and immortals. Normal dragons and humans could not see the beauty of her temple and most did not even know it was hers. Over the century that Alaktuu was out, many families buried their family members behind walls, and others kept prisoners in the cells. This made Alaktuu very mad and she punched a hole through the entrance ceiling. It is still seen to us, but to Alaktuu and the deities it is sealed.
(THIS CONCLUDES CHAPTER TWO.)
(TELL IF YOU WANT MORE OF ALAKTUU, THE BLANK SLATE. THANK YOU!)