Son of Thundergod

SON OF THUNDERGOD

Ever since here I was cast I have wandered within these silent forests wondering why. I am the son of Thundergod, true, but yet I feel so helpless. So mortal. Whatever the burden on my troubled heart, whatever the pain, all I can stand. It is only the lost of my divine heritage that breaks me over again. Cast out from the skies by my very own father, exiled by my kind.

Pride, they said. Pride shalt become my doom. But a deity without pride is like mortal without courage. Why should we lower ourselves below pride? Pride is our tool, who would value god who does not even value himself?

All these years, walking from village to village, eating what I caught, bathing where I would, all these years in vain. These people, they disgust me. Me, son of a greatest god of them all. Me, the one of regal heritage, the one who carried lightnings in the times of great conflicts. Now, only with this rusted spear I hunt low animals just to stay alive. But pride... Pride shall walk by my side until the day I die.

I walked for years, until I found my place amongst this plane. Forest, a great one, located between the lake and the mountain, hundreds of beautiful rivers run through my realm. Whoever dares to enter my wood shall find swift end, for even if I may look like a mortal, and die like one, I have still some spirit within me. These villagers learned quickly to respect my boundaries. However, new bells have began to chime near these woods. They have built great temples on top of the hills. Countless years they have worked hard to complete them. I watched them and wondered, would they be the heralds of our doom? I recall hearing from them back in my divine times. Rumors spoke of some powerful foe that has risen and driven people insane and made them abandon their own gods. This foe was said to have power over everything. I am not sure, but I think they called him The Carpenter.

Now, after years, their temple has risen. To a place where once was altar, dedicated to my father. They burned it down and killed the earth itself. Nothing blooms there today like they used to. The witching sounds of their bells have scared away all the bears and wolves. Forests seem to be dying now. It is rare to see even the crownheaded king of the forests himself.

Still, all I can is wander around and think what have become of my kind. Have they moved away like those animals. Did they hide in fear before the might of The Carpenter? Should I flee? No. I shall stand here, this is my forest. Should anyone pass the borders of my forest they shall feel my hatred. The forest itself shall rip their pathetic flesh to pieces, I shall defend my Green Throne 'till I draw my last breath, and before that breath, many shall lie dying at my feet...

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[I might continue the story of a stubborn demigod if someone liked this...]

Geez... brutal.

Yeah, he's stubborn, but he is disrepectful to almost everyone. :P

I like it. So far, all the gods that I've read about weren't subborn. This maybe the first.

We'll see if he ever learns any humility.. Time will tell.

Seems interested; keep writing :)

I'll stick with johnfn

It has been nineteen months since those ships arrived at our coasts. Strange tongue they did talk. After three months our elders had come to understanding with their cloaked priests. After six months they had most of our nobles entwined to their customs and beliefs. It seems to be true that treasures are the way into the hearts of men. While they did all they could to drive off our old habits and ceremonies the farmers and hunters of the village still held on to what they believed was right and true.

They drove us off our homes and forced us to work days and nights to build temple for their Carpenter God. Work was raw and seemed endless. They whipped out every piece of strength we had in us. All but one. While they made our flesh bow before them, they also fed our hearts to stand strong against them. After few months of work one of us was pushed over the fine edge between humility and berserker fury. He grabbed the chain from his ankle, ripped it off and thrusted it into the face of the guard who insulted him. Guard dropped down dead. When we saw the great strength of Thundergod in him the rest of us gathered our courage and smashed the strength of our hearts against their guards. Many died in that uprising.

After the conflict, many of us laid lifeless. Some of us managed to hide in the woods near the village while rest of us got whipped and punished in public and then thrown back to work with no sleep. We were small in numbers and it was easy for us to hide from their scouts. It felt as some strange force made their horses and dogs fear the woods we were hiding in. Same strange force seemed to encourage us not to give ourselves in and trust in that they would not find us. There we lived for days, weeks, months.

We sent words to all other villages near to gather parties and march here for our aid. After week or so we got reply that at least four bands of brave warriors were sent for our need. We also sent few scouts to gather information and began to plan our strategies and possibilities. And now we sit here in the woods, observing, waiting. As said, it has been nineteen months...