~ The Story of the Lonely God
The story of the Lonely God
The day was bright when the eyes of a small girl cracked open to look up at the cloudless blue sky above her. Confused, she peered around her to find where her family had gone, but to her demise all around her was naught but brilliant gold sand. Dark brown eyes widened in shock and surprise, but there was nothing she could do to change what had already happened.
In her distraught-ness, the little girl didn’t notice that the sands beside her had begun to swirl with an iridescent glow that would have made even the least attentive person stop in their bumbling tracks. Covering her face, the girl began to sob her loneliness and pain to the world around her, still unsure of how she’d come to be in this situation. The sun baked her pale skin deeply as she sat there, burning her as deeply as the loneliness in her heart. Just when the girl felt that she couldn’t handle the pain of the loneliness and loss any longer, a large shadow spread over her body, shading her from the scorching sun above.
“Wha… what?” The girl squeaked in shock, lifting her deep brown eyes.
Over her stood a large white lion with the most spectacular wings that the girl had ever seen, even paling the wings of the doves that she’d been used to see flying around her when she was younger. His eyes were shockingly blue, as if a piece of the sky had been broken and shined into a pair of irises for just him. His mane and tail were dark red, like blood flowing through all things. In all her life, the small girl had never seen a more impressive sight than the lion she had seen that day.
“Something as small as you shouldn’t be crying in the center of a desert all by your lonesome, how did you come out here little one?” the large white winged lion asked her in a gentle voice.
“But I… how can I not cry? I’m all alone here.” The girl told the large talking lion, her eyes widening at his voice, not from the fact that his voice was gentle, but because he talked at all. “I can’t remember what I’m doing here and I don’t know where my home is anymore because I don’t remember how I got here.”
Seeing that her eyes were threatening to overflow, the lion leaned his head down and licked her cheek. His sandpapery tongue cleaned the dirt from her face, leaving a long white streak where the sand had once left a dark brown tint. Taking a few steps forward, the white winged lion stretched out his wings and looked around him. His eyebrows pulled together and he delicately raised one before looking back at her with those same blue eyes she’d seen the first time. His wings ruffled and he nodded slowly.
“What’s your name?” he asked in his deep voice, a voice that for some reason resonated in the most incredible way she’d ever known.
“I’m... Cleo.” The girl said meekly to the large talking lion.
“Aah, a pretty name for one so mysterious. I should give myself a name sometime in the future as well, shouldn’t I?” the lion laughed and shook his head before looking up at the cloudless sky. “Well now, let’s get a look at what we have around here. Shall we?” The lion leaned down towards her and lifted his wing out of the way so that she could crawl up onto his back.
Leaning her head to the side, Cleo stared at the white lion in confusion. Were they going for a ride or something? Her small hand reached out slowly and rested on the edge of his broad wing. Innocent eyes peered up at him as the girl questioned the large lion wordlessly if she really could crawl onto his back like this. A simple nod reassured her and she crawled the rest of the way onto the large lions back.
In the next instant they were airborne, flying on the thermals created by the burning sands and the whipping breeze. The large wings on either side of Cleo’s body flapped deeply in the wind, whipping the wind beneath them to keep the two aloft, though the small girl was sure that this lion would be able to fly much better without her added resistance. Yet still, the white lion flew on, his eyes cast downward as he scoured the sands in the hopes of finding something.
“Are you… a god?” Cleo asked suddenly, completely out of the blue.
The lion jerked in the air a little and tilted his head back to look into Cleo’s eyes once again. A feeling swamped over Cleo that she hadn’t noticed before, when she stared into the lion’s eyes she felt the most incredible sadness and loneliness she’d ever felt, despite the fact that this lion was going out of his way to save her and help her, she couldn’t help the feeling. Closing her eyes, the little girl focused her eyes on her hands, clenched in the thick white fur of his neck ruff.
“A god? Well, I don’t know actually. I might be, I mean, I can sense something in me and I have these wings when others but for birds don’t. I very well could be.” A rich laugh smoothed over Cleo’s ears as the god kept beating his large white wings. “But what would I be the god of? After all, if I am a god you created me, it was your call that made me come to you.”
This hadn’t dawned on Cleo before that if he was the god she thought he was then she must have created him with all of her lonely thoughts and saddened heart. Her eyes widened and she leaned forward to wrap her arms around the white lion’s neck, her own personal god that she’d created with her own mind. With every beat of his incredible wings, the god soared through the sky at a speed that she hadn’t noticed before, the wind whipping her hair around her head like a halo given to her personally. The two soared above the sandy ground below with the grace of a dove on the move.
“The god of Loneliness, Athrun. That’s who you are.” Cleo nodded with tears in her eyes as the white lion’s head turned and his eyes looked back at her with a smile.
“That’s who eh? Well, I’m glad I know that much now at the very least.” Athrun said to the girl in a fatherly-like voice that resonated with everything that he knew in the world.
Slowly they began to circle higher and higher into the sky, the thermals carrying them up much higher than any living being that wasn’t a god had ever been. The sun wasn’t as harsh up here, though that didn’t make as much sense seeing as how they were quite so high. With a few more flaps Athrun carried them even higher than they had been before, uncovering the entire land for many miles around them.
But there was no city, no village, nothing that resembled a large human civilization at all. The only thing that the two could see was a small human camp that was situated a few miles from where they floated in the air. Athrun’s ears pricked forward when he saw this and he glanced back at Cleo with a hopeful grin, only to have it downcast when she shook her head and sighed sadly. The god quirked his muzzle lightly and huffed into the wind as he floated on the air, fluttering the tips of his wings lightly before pivoting in the air and flying down at an angle towards the small camp below.
“Where are we going?” Cleo yelled up towards Athrun’s ears, hoping that the wind wouldn’t blow her words away.
“Down towards that camp, maybe they’ll know who you are, or at the very least know a place nearby that could know you. Where we are now, I could fly for hours in the hopes of finding someplace where other humans like you live and even if we found it that might not by the right place. This’ll give us an idea at least of what we’re looking for or where we should even go.” Athrun answered immediately. His response was a little curt, making Cleo wonder what was going through his mind at that moment, because she couldn’t see his beautiful eyes while he was flying.
So instead of fighting against him to keep from flying down there, Cleo just let the god do his thing. What he had said did make sense, there was a chance that one of these people would know, but what if she couldn’t understand them? This thought almost made the sunburned girl thwack herself in the head with the heel of her palm; she was riding on the back of a god and here she was wondering what would happen. A laugh was prompted from her and Athrun swiveled his head back to look at her for a moment before chuckling deep down in his throat that vibrated in Cleo’s arms.
A few moments later the god’s paws landed on the soft sand with a gentle thud and the large white wings folded up on Athrun’s back delicately, the one bent slightly to let Cleo climb off of his back when she wanted to. As it was, they were about ten yards from the camp, but already someone had seen them and sounded the alarm for intruders, or at least what Cleo thought was an alarm. Clambering from Athrun’s back quickly, Cleo watched as people from the camp stared at them and talked amongst themselves, well they yelled but Cleo didn’t know anything about them so for all she knew the yelling was their form of talking.
Beside her Athrun fluttered his wings harshly and looked at the humans with wary blue eyes, his ears thrown back and his head lowered slightly from where it had been held up high only moments beforehand. Instantly fear washed over Cleo and she watched Athrun carefully, none of his movements or expressions escaped him. What did escape her were the events that happened next, but before Cleo knew it she was ushered into the village.
Many years passed, sand sifted and the dunes of old changed into valleys of deep cool air, the grass and trees grew and died leaving the landscape all around completely changed from what it had once been. But of course all of this could happen in the blink of an eye in the desert, but one eye had seen all of these years and changes with an icy keen eye, not entirely caring of what was happening. A white god sat up on a high mountain in the mountain range near what had now become Egypt. A collar rested right on his collar bone, an ankh on his hip that was melded from pure gold onto his skin and fur, forever staying in one place, the rest of him pure white as snow sitting as a cap on the top of the mountain.