Tell Me a Fable Pt 3

---Flashback---

Young Parame: *Inconsolable crying* Chizi-chi, Miri-chi…. My children…. My sweet children….

Younger gods: This…. This was too cruel…. Why wouldn’t you have just let them alone….? Damn and when we found a cure as well…. Mother….. Damn, damn, damn…. The hell…. Damn it Chizo, Mirah…. Gone... they’re really gone….

High Council Member 1: Mirah… committed a crime. While Chizohara will be spared, Mirah will not be. If you don’t agree with him being punished in hell, remove his soul from this plane. Let him not able to interfere with us again…

---End Flashack---

*Time had passed since the tragic events of that day. However, nothing could be done to reincarnate the souls of Chizohara and Mirah until the damage had begun to mend once more. Unfortunately, the process took far longer than it might have done under ordinary circumstances. Due to this, Elder Gods were left in a quandary as to where to go from that point onwards, especially since the souls, while still somewhat fragile, would not be able to linger much longer if they were to enter the cycle of reincarnation once more.

As such, ordering all other gods to not disturb them for the rest of the day, the two retreated to Parame’s chamber in order to discuss what to do with the two souls*

Parame: We’ve been avoiding this for too long, but still quite the predicament…. Force the cycle of rebirth, and repeat until ready….or let them remain as they are and let them both fade…. Neither of them are favorable. But which is the lesser of the two evils in this case?

Thanatos: Neither option is inherently evil. However, you yourself are aware that these souls still have much more to offer, a duty that still has yet to be fulfilled. Far crueler would it be to transfer such a destiny to souls entirely unsuitable to the task. However, what they do need is time. Time we do not have. Therefore our only option truly is to reincarnate them for a time. It would not be what is needed yet. However, it would allow the souls to become strong enough to face the task at hand.

Parame: Ha! You think that at their in fragile state, they could survive it? Chizi-chi went half mad because he was trapped. Doing this would would damn near turning them into a beast. While Miri-chi, well, you saw it: the fighting spirit that once burned in their eyes died out the moment they realised it was hopeless. Inter-species’ romance is a far too radical idea for this time. If they were going to be together, they would need a heck of a lot of support ‘n not just any kind - top tier gods, excluding us. And the likelihood of that again is...

*Thanatos closes his eyes thoughtfully, a slight frown on his face*

Thanatos: The main problem, however, is how to avoid the same mistake happening a second time. Should it occur once more, before the souls have had a chance to heal...that might be crueler than allowing them to fade here and now.

Parame: Well, we have another two options, none I like, either….

*Gestures with her fingers* One: we do as those rodents suggested and separate them - Miri-chi stays with me on our plane and Chizi-Chi stays with you on the other. We keep them as far apart from each other as physically possible. It would reset their relationship pattern to becoming two strangers toward one another… but not even I would know how long it would take for that to happen, they had a strong bond last time round there design… well what was being formed and planed was elaborate, it could take lifetimes to unwind…. Then again there souls seem to call out for each other. Like magnets drawing each other in eventual I can see them finding each other again… and replay last chapter.

And then there's our other choice. Two let them be together… but we’ll put fear into them. They may fall in love but they won't act on it. That way they would avoid following in their last selves footsteps. But again… that whole intricate pattern thing…. There's an off chance they won't listen to reason and act on their love/ attraction. Then game over.

Thanatos: Indeed, no option would be foolproof. And, unfortunately, the latter of which could easily be...manipulated. Considering who it is we face, even if we have yet to enter a true conflict….Inspiring fear would be met with sympathy and promises of future where fear is unneeded. Or, as you yourself said, it might result in rebellion and simply allowing them to walk into a trap all on their own. At least with the first option, they can at least gain a better understanding of their situations long before they even meet. Should they cross paths, they may, at least, have more of a chance of either remaining as trusted confidants, but not as foolishly reckless in love. And if they were to fall in love, at least, individually, they may have a chance to have gained connections that might at least step them in the right direction.

Parame: There bound to ‘recklessly fall in love,’ it's a flow of their nature… but not that I think about it… let's marry the two?

Thanatos: Marry them? As in form a full bond between their souls?

Parrame: No… but put a pin in that thought. Might come in handy later…. What I’m thinking is you raise Chizi-chi in the lower plane. Raise him on stories of past events and make sure he has backers - politically powerful and respected. Meanwhile, I’ll raise Miri-chi in this plane. I’ll raise him like one of my personal servants. I’ll make sure he's well respected and have that spark back in his eyes. Docile by nature, but when pushed-

Thanatos: *Sly smile* He becomes like you?

Parame: *Chuckle* What are you trying to say old man….? That I’m a near unstoppable force both willing and ready to rip the heavens in two to get what I want? That I, by nature, hold the scales of justice and am more than ready to bare my fangs if and when needed? Oh dear, I hope that not what you're suggesting or little Ol’ me may get offended.

Thanatos: I hardly said it like a bad thing. Immortality would be dull without you, I assure you. Who else would I be able to plot torment of fools and idiots with?

Parame: Aww, you’re so swee- *pause*

Parame: Wait, ‘hardly’? What do you mean ‘hardly’?

Thanatos: In any event, I see no reason for that plan not to take effect. It would be rather interesting, I’ve not had a protege in some time. Were you, perhaps, thinking that we should begin to chose a Hero once again?

Parame: My thoughts exactly. That way, we would have the excuse of them always being around them… for ‘protections’ sake… as their future ‘Masters’, of course. Besides, the closer they are to us, the less harm He can do to them.  Oh, would you mind separating the hybrid Chizi-chi, back into Chizi and his kin? For now, I want to develop them separately before they're fused. The stronger they are separately, the more powerful the fused self will be… Well, that's the theory, anyway.

Thanatos: Hm...I assume that you foresaw the fusion then? Interesting. Indeed, the fused soul is an interesting one no doubt. Those souls, once split, will never quite feel right alone, however. It seems I might end up having a group of ducklings rather than one in the future. Such an interesting outcome this will be…

Parame: Pft! Don't tempt me. You may end up with a tapestry portraying that scenario, and I would hang it in my temple.

*It seemed like eons sing the two elder gods shared a genuine hearty laugh together the pair had been so preoccupied with gathering and molding the fractured remnants of the two souls that they had seemed to care for their own mental well being at times. This moment of relief seemed like just what they needed. It was…. Refreshing to say the least.*

*Elsewhere in the time-stream, Inari had appeared in a new time once more, in a room that was exceptionally familiar to them. It was, in fact, the same room that they had turned up in before, only the slight variation of furniture, the light that showed a different time of day than the one they had been in the first time and what looked like a new tapestry hanging from the wall let Inari know that they were not yet back in their own time, but at some point between the time they had witnessed the lives of Chizohara and Mirah, but before Inari’s own birth.*

Inari [Inner Thoughts]: Well, not going to learn anything standing around here….Time to see what is important about this time that Mother obviously feels I need to see. I just….hope it doesn’t end up like….last one.

*Shaking off the numb ache left behind from witnessing the execution of the tragic lovers, Inari, checking to see that they were still wearing the nondescript clothing of a minor deity rather than the more elaborate robes of their station back in their own time, makes their way from the room and began to explore the halls, absently noting the differences, even if they would occasionally incline their heads politely should a god do the same to them. There was indeed a difference they noticed almost immediately. While there were not the amount that were in their own time, there was definitely an increase in the number of Children of Two than there was when Mirah had still lived. They were discreet, of course dispersing themselves among the servants - Inari had a feeling that they did not want to fall down the slippery slope Mirah had - but they were not exactly hiding their presence either.

As for gods, there were a few that Inari recognised as gods they recalled from the older timeline, though they were much older now. Though they tended to take on the physical age they desired, if they lived long enough, Inari could see the centuries in their eyes that they hadn’t supported while ‘Kazuomari’ had been training with Chizohara.

Not entirely sure if they would recognise them as they were at the moment (it was hard to say if anyone recalled a minor god that seemingly vanished a few days before Chizohara was killed due to retreating to the other plane to watch uninterrupted), Inari made sure not to catch their eyes. Instead they made their way to Parame’s office once more. They were pretty sure the Goddess of Fate was already aware that they had arrived and they would rather not have Parame being upset with Inari avoiding her, whether intentionally or otherwise. It didn’t take them long - they knew the way by heart, after all - before they had reached Parame’s chamber and rang the bell for her attention, stepping inside.*

[END]

Tell Me a Fable Pt 2

Dear Diary,

If someone had informed me when I first came into existence that I would be witnessing events in history many years before I had even been thought of as a concept, I would have been exceptionally confused and disbelieving. After all, I am not a god of time, nor have I ever been a Seer. Yet, here I am, in the past, thanks to Mother. It was a surprise to me to think that Mother is capable of this. After all, weaving the world to its destined path does not make one think that it would involve time travel to the past, but I have come to learn, in my short existence, that underestimating one of the Elder Gods is akin to denying existence itself. Therefore, in order to preserve my sanity, I have decided to not give this much more thought beyond keeping myself in check to prevent a paradox and, thus, avoiding Mother’s wrath.

One might wonder why it is, then, that I am, in fact, in the past at all, if all it might do is cause a paradox. It would seem that Mother wishes for me to learn something, something which involves what I once thought were two people in a fable that warns gods about the fragility of our existences, and the consequences of becoming corrupted and becoming Fallen. As such, I am, as of now, posing as a newly created minor god of harvest, under the tutelage of Master Chizohara, one of those very gods from that fable.

Master Chizohara is a very harsh, but capable teacher, and I’ve been learning much from him in the ways of battle. It is rather surprising, however, Master Chizohara has claimed to me, in his worry that I might Fade due to my newness, that this is the only way that he thinks I might be able to keep myself alive long enough to gain followers in this time. Though I have to admit, it is so strange to actually be taking on more muscle and edging closer to a masculine form - I’ll need to consider this in my transformations once I return.

...I’m not pouting. Don’t give me that look. And yes, I’m aware a book has no eyes!

...Shut up.

Anyway, I was sent back in time to witness things. Training was more of an afterthought, a reason for other gods to overlook my presence in this time, and training with Master Chizohara was to allow me to witness the fable in real life and learn from the event.

It...worries me. I’ve come to like Master Chizohara, and yet, knowing how the fable ends….

No, I can’t interfere. As much as it mains me, I am an observer here. It is not my place to change the past. Not including Mother’s threat, to change events here could bring an even worse future, and I cannot do that. As such, I must steel my heart and take a step back to record only what I witness.

It would seem that Master Chizohara has something of a….not following, exactly, but has several gods whom he sees to be in close acquaintance with. When not working closely with each other, or simply spending time together, they act as a unit. I could imagine that, in battle, they would make for a specialised task force. They seem to get along so well, in fact, that they seem to trust each other without question. It makes me wonder what it would be like if some of the pantheons could work together so efficiently that way, it would certainly prevent the unrest that sparks up occasionally, but I would not hold my breath. These people have been through so much together that expecting a full pantheon to do the same would be impossible. In a way, it might also be somewhat unwise, as well. After all, sometimes unrest is required to prevent stagnation. Or the continuation of stupidity. Survival of the fittest, so to speak. This level of faith in each other could keep one stable, or drag everyone into darkness.

I wonder if they know this? I know that they have certainly seen the changes in Master Chizohara lately. There is certainly a discrepancy between the one I met and the one I see now. He was first very focused on my training, caring to make sure I had the best chances in the world and even introducing me to others - well, introducing Kazuomari, as I’ve been called while undercover - however, of late, I’m wondering if he’s even aware of my existence. His companions have expressed concern in his distraction, distance, flashes of temper or listlessness. However, unless they have managed to do it during times when I’ve needed to sleep before I simply pass out, none have truly confronted him about it. Are they trusting him, thinking he will tell them when he’s ready, perhaps?

What is worse, is that it is not only those in the Unit that have noticed, but others as well. No, perhaps it is to say that because they are not blinded by love that they have noticed what the group has been missing. Other gods have been pulling away, either through fear, anger or distrust in the inconsistencies in Master Chizohara’s character, or are insulted by his sudden dismissiveness. Unlike myself, a ‘minor’ god here, others are gods of higher standing, even higher than those whom I’ve shown anger to in the past. But for gods, being dismissive and snubbed can sometimes be far worse that hair tempers. What I’ve done in the past has been forgiven as products of my youth, of a being with too stronger power for my age and, while it takes a little bending of pride on my end is usually forgiven in the end. Master Chizohara, however, is older than myself, and is not even attempting to smooth over the hurt prides of the gods the way I tend to once calmed.

Because of the anger of the stronger gods against him, it is influencing some of their followers as well, and with that, I’ve certainly noticed the change in his power, becoming weaker and more unstable.

I understood before this concept, hence why I tend to apologize later, even with the situations when I lose my cool about Rozyus. Now it feels like Mother is rubbing it in a little. I get it now, I hope you’re happy….Cause I’m not. It only makes me want to scream in helplessness. I just want to protect Rozyus, dammit! It makes me wonder if all of this is simply to tell me to give up, but is it not a god’s duty to at least attempt to help others? Not that I’ve done a good job at that, either….

Dammit….

But no, feelings have no sway here. Focus.

With the gods becoming incensed with him, and his friends unwilling to confront him about pulling away...This isolation in Master Chizohara...I don’t see this as the best way to help. But it’s possible that I’m only so apprehensive because I know the outcome. It’s not the same for them.

I can only swallow back the despair of knowing what will happen. The only question now is how soon.

*It has been several months since Inari, under the name ‘Kazuomari’, was brought to the past and, while ‘he’ still got curious glances, the young god had got to a point that ‘he’ was more or less ignored and could walk through the halls without being stopped or interrupted. This certainly helped when ‘he’ needed to keep an eye on Chizohara and Mirah, as Parame had insisted. As such, ‘he’ had carefully followed Chizohara (something that also became increasingly easy as his own situation worsened) to Mirah’s room. The older god had, in his distraction, left the door open slightly as he had approached his lover, who is laying on a large bed, pale as death. If not for the movement of Mirah’s chest, Inari would have thought them dead.

Making sure not to be seen, Inari slips into the plane of existence that Parame set aside for the and carefully observes the situation, trying to remain as impartial as possible.*

Chizohara: Mirah…. I’ve returned. *Cups Mirah’s face*

*Chizohara, gently kisses Mirah’s lips. A faint, divine light leaves Chizohara and is absorbed into Mirah’s body. After a moment, the effeminate looking man begins to stir slowly, awakening.*

Mirah: M-Master? What are… What happened to you? I thought that I….Oh….oh no...What have you done…?

Chizohara: *Shakes head* Please, don’t worry about it. This is nothing. Compared to the hardships that you’ve faced-

Mirah: Please, Chi...Master! You shouldn’t waste your presence on one such as I, a lowly servant. Not like this….Please….Please look at yourself….

*Cups Chizohara face with both hands, thumbs brushing near the other’s eyes, as his own darkened with concern.*

Mirah: Idiot….you’re Falling….Falling from grace...and it’s all my-

Idiot. Your falling…. Your falling from grace and it’s all-

Chizohara: No! No, It’s not…. When all’s said and done, this was - Is - all my fault… Your injuries, your torment, the constant abuse by other gods... And even the fact that you won’t be taken by other gods…. But…. but, my love, I can’t stop loving you…. *Screwing eyes shut as he holds onto Mirah’s hands tightly, an almost sob in his tone* Damn it... Why…? If only we could live together in peace… then this love wouldn’t hurt as much as it-

*Mirah pulls his hands away from the other god, breaking Chizohara’s words. The other god blinked, watery eyes meeting Mirah’s, who had closed his own. Taking a deep breath, Mirah seemed to be coming to terms with something in his mind, before finally meeting Chizohara’s eyes once again. While to the untrained eye, Mirah seemed indifferent, Inari could see something like a grim helplessness in the ailing one’s gaze*

Mirah: Love….love should never hurt in such a way….As much as we wished for otherwise, it always was a fantasy that we might have gained such an idyllic dream as a reality…..but the reality is that...I am your servant, and you, my master. And a dream is always destined to fade as reality sets in once more. And in reality, while I am your most devoted servant, I could never be allowed to become your wife. While we have shared a bed as a mistress, I could never gain the station to stand at your side. Play time must end now...your toy must be put away once more. The innocence of childhood must end. The fair maidens await you.

Chizohara: What are you Saying!!!! Besides I-

*Mira began to cough violently, sputtering thick red blood into his hands. Anger extinguished in an instant, Chizohara’s voice chokes off in a cry of worry, concern practically rolling of him in waves. However, Mirah does not allow him to help.

Mirah: Get out...Take a long cold shower and wake up….

*Barely audible whisper* Before its too late….

*Enraged and slightly shaken, Chizohara rose from the bed, gathering himself. He casts one last, long look in Mirah’s direction, frustration and despair in his eyes before finally, hands clenched and screwing his eyes shut, the man storms from the room without another word. Mirah stares at the door for a few moments, bringing their knees to their chest as the world began to blur and hot tears began to rain.*

Mirah: *Crying* I’m sorry, my love….. But this is the only way i can think to save you… Please, abandon me, denounce our love while you still have what’s left of your sanity. Before my voice can no longer reach you...

*Staggering out of the room, Chizohara leant up against a pillar, huffing slightly, before collapsing to their knees.*

Chizohara [Inner thought]: This can’t go on. Idiot Mirah…. Telling me to give up on us when it looks like you’re about to cry….. You’re probably crying in there right now… but I can’t wipe those tears away yet… But soon. I promise I’ll figure something out….

*it seemed more than a chore, dragging his leadened limbs back to his chambers. Collapsing into a heap onto his bed, Chizohara drifted off to sleep.

A few moments passed and Inari slipped back into Chizohara’s chambers. The sight of the god was truly a horror show, the rapid decline of divine presence... his aura fading. While not a god of healing, Inari was certainly not a heartless god. To see someone so in pain like this and to do nothing….While Inari knew they couldn’t interfear, and they knew that true healing was something beyond them, they couldn’t prevent themselves from approaching, reaching out slightly in hopes to, at the very least, ease some of the suffering. However, before they could touch him, a hand moved to stop him, gentlely folding their outsretched fingers into a fist under theirs and pulling it back. Freezing, Inari was finally able to yank their gaze away, looking up to see Parame was gently pulling them back against her*

Parame: No, little one. Remember, your role here is to observe. Nothing more. *The understanding tone hardened slightly, tone darkning* Understood?

*Inari didn’t bother to fight against her hold, dropping their gaze, partly ashamed that they had been caught out, partly helpless as even to ease the pain was denied of them. Once more, just as with the situation with Rozyus, Inari felt helpless, their eyes burning with unshed tears*

Inari: ...I….I’m sorry….I….never realised how hard it is and….He…..he’s going to….

*Parame gently ran a hand over the child’s hair, though whether as a comfort or in a gentle restraint, it was uncertain*

Parame: I know. I know…. From here on out, this will not be pretty, but it is your duty to see this through until the end. You’ve yet to learn the lesson you were sent here for. When you return, you’ll be wiser because of it. But you must be patent, and don’t interfere.

Inari: I know…Even so….why? It feels almost like the lesson is that gods should never love….that love is punished….Its….its cruel….

*Their voice cuts off with a sob they tried to restrain, any fight left in them gone. Pulling the disparaging child close, Parame cradled the younger god in her arms, tight against her bosom, stroking their hair as they lost the fight against tears, dissolving against her until, eventually, drained, Inari, cheeks tear streaked and energy spent, falls asleep in her arms*

~~~

*A fortnight came and went, and Chizohara’s condition seemed to worsen, while the opposite for Mirah’s. Some of the gods began to whisper, whispers turned into loud voices expressive discontent, blaming eyes seemed to penetrate the servant's back as he worked. Finally, he pressed some of the now distant servants for answers. Chizuhara was Falling from grace fast. The divine light, present in all gods, was now barely a flicker, his eyes and voice seemed somewhat demonic, his nails resembled that much closer to a wild animal that a man’s. Mirah did everything to reverse the damage, but the task seemed pointless. The god was far too gone to reverse the process now.

The gods seemed to be out for blood - one of their own was rapidly becoming disgraced. They demanded justice for one of their most beloved god. Mirah was jailed and beaten to a near catatonic state. They wanted Mirah’s head for causing such a taboo in one so favoured and a plea to the high council was issued.

A season rolled around and there was no denying it further. Chizohara had Fallen.

There was a mass panic amongst the gods out of fear, the other gods isolated themselves… Only those who worked in tandem with Chizohara refused to be apart from him. In an attempt to prevent him from becoming completely rabid and bestial, they sacrificed themselves, deciding to fuse their souls together and joining with the god’s own in an attempt to save him, but it barely seemed work. And thus, for the safety of the other gods, isolation and imprisonment was their best option until a ‘plan’ could be formed. This plan would satisfy the wrath of the gods and insure that the fallen deity would be saved. But the cost would call for two more sacrifices. And so, the time came….

A robed god unlocked the door to Mira’s cell, eyes seemed devoid of any light that once graced their face.*

Executioner: *Sigh* It’s amazing that someone like you managed to survive this long. Well, they say that it’s hard to kill vermin like you. I suppose it’s down to his aura still living on inside of you. But that all ends today. There is only one way for you to save him, and I think you know what that entails.

*Mirah’s eyes sparked back to like if only for a moment as they gazed upon the divine sword in the Executioner's hand, with the realisation of what the god was implying.*

Mirah: *Defeated laugh* So...it’s come to this, huh? I had just hoped it wouldn’t…. No, I suppose that was just wishful thinking….

Executioner: *Stern look* …..

Mirah: But it’s fine… let’s end this… once and for all.

Mirah [Inner thoughts]: This is one fight we can’t win, love…. We lost the day we fell for each others charm. You’re suffering now because of my love for you…. So let me take the burden away, once and for all, so you won’t have to suffer any more. This time will be nothing more than a forgotten dream and you will be at peace.

*Mirah was escorted into a large arena type room, walled with gods protected by various wards, barriers and charms. In the center crawled a rabbid humanoid beast. It crawling on all fours, growling deeply, bound by chains. Though its tones were hostile, it was watchful, not yet moving to strike, as if scouting its prey.

Mirah remained stoic, walking up the beast. A few feet out of its reach, he sat down, crossed legged, staring into its eyes; remorse, self hatred and empathy ran though his heart. Tears threatened to fall, but but he held them back somehow.*

Mirah: Good morning, Master. It seems you didn’t heed my warning…. Knowing you, you probebly didn’t want to hear it at all… now look at you…. Why do you never listen to me…? Love, why didn’t you fall for another? You could have spared yourself from Falling! Why did you love me so….? Why wasn't I able to save you in time….?

*The beast whines, attempting to step forward, but unable to due to the chains around their body, shaking their head. Mira stood up, tears falling they gripped the sword the executioner had given them.*

High Council Member 1: ….Mirah! Servant of the god formerly know as Chizohara, you are accused of disgracing a god.

*The spectating gods seemed to curse, and throw rocks in the direction of the servant, which seemed to agitate the beast.*

Mirah: ……

High Council Member 2: We ask: how do you plead!!

Mirah: *Eyes never leaving the beasts* Guilty. I’ll atone for my sins and cleave a path for my Master to return to grace. As I fall to hell, this will be proof of my devotion to you…. I’m truly sorry for causing you pain…. But it will end here… just…. Just wait a little longer.

High Council Member 3: Disgusting…

High Council Member 4: It is decreed that former servent Mirah will slay this beastial form of former god Chizohara. With this, he will be able to reincarnate and rise to godly status once more. He will forget all lingering attachment to the wretch that caused him to Fall and former servant Mirah WILL be put to death, for both the crime of defiling a god and deicide.

Mirah: *Eyes closed* I accept my fate without incident.

*The beast seemed more agitated by the servants acceptance of the gods words.*

Mirah: It’s fine. This is how it should be, Master Chizohara.

*Hidden from many people’s view, though able to watch over the event taking place, Inari, expression somewhat blank, might seem to an outside observer as almost statue like. However, since their talk with Parame the day they had attempted to ease Chizohara’s suffering, they had done as asked, not getting involved. When the Former God’s friends had fused with Chizohara, Inari had retreated, spending more time within the other plane of existence to observe, to keep themself impartial, and only going to the real plane when they had to, or were reminded by Parame. As such, they were able to watch without anyone pushing or shoving them as they clamored for the death of Mirah and the ‘purifying’ reincarnation that would occur with Chizohara. They had long lost the energy to rail against what was happening, feeling somewhat numb at this point as they took in the final moments of what they had once known as only a fable*

Inari [Inner thoughts]: So, I guess this is the end of the tale, huh? I suppose I can see why Thanatos was telling me I needed to be more mindful...It’s stupid….the whole thing is stupid and…..I should care a lot more…

*They finally move, rubbing a hand over their face. After everything, they just felt tired*

Inari [Inner Thoughts]: Was this what I was supposed to get? That Rozyus and I….could never be together? Or should give up? Or was it that this was a punishment for me in the end? But….whatever it is….it’s almost finished. And then…..*They close their eyes* I’m just tired…

Older Parame: *Sigh* You're still thinking JUST like them and that is why their story ends the way it does. And I told you to watch till the end their stories far from done yet.

*Inari’s eyes open again, too tired and overwhelmed by everything else to even flinch at Parame’s sudden arrival*

Inari: *Quietly* ...I know...

*Below, the executioner had moved away, leaving only Mirah before the best that had once been Chizohara. Despite the form he now took, it seemed that even corruption had not, before then, dulled the god’s mind to not realise what was going on. Enraged at Mirah’s acceptance, at the calls for blood, at the entire situation, the beast lost whatever calm it had. Roaring with enough power to shake the very foundations of the colosseum, the Fallen thrashed against its bonds, wrenching them from the very earth itself sending divine metal crashing through the air in shattered fragments. The second its limbs were free it launched itself in a flurry of pure Wrath, its gaze focused less on Mirah and more an wanting to end the lives of all those that had called this fate upon them.

However, that was it’s fatal mistake.

Determined to save whatever was left of the one they loved more than anything, Mirah raised the divine blade, at peace with their decision. Chizohara would be saved, no matter the cost. With the beast distracted, it was easy to see the openings they needed to end it as painlessly as possible. With the beasts lunge at the gods, Mirah plunged the blade deep into the heart of the beast*

Mirah: *Choked up voice* My love…. I’m sorry… i’m so sorry…. Please forgive me….

*the beast’s eyes looked down at Mirah, a low beastial grouwl amlost sounded like it was trying to sound out the servant's name before it collapsed to the ground, crimson liquid pooling where its body lay.

The servant walked towards it reaching out to cup the beast face. But, as they were almost about to touch, another bladed weapon pierced through the servant's flesh, one after another after another, until the the servant to fell to his knees, Mirah’s gaze never leaving the beast’s now glassy eyes, one final sound of piercing flesh ripped the servant's soul from his body. A doorway to hell seemed to open. Only for it to promptly shut once more. Two enraged voices seemed to echo throughout the coliseum, silencing the cries of the other gods. Startled out of their numb stupor, Inari could only watch, wide eyed, at who had interrupted*

Young Parame: *Furious tone* You fool! What is the meaning of this… look at what you’ve done!!!! You truly believe this was necessary ‘justice’ that this would heal your fallen kin?!!!!

Thanatos: …. To think, you little rats take life in such a way…..*Dark almost demonic tone* How dare you destroy these children in such a way. How dare you push them to this extent…. Who gave you the right to destroy these innocent lives….? Everyone present today will be punished, make no mistake about it.

Young Parame: *Unconsolable crying* Chizi-chi, Miri-chi…. My children…. My sweet children….

Younger gods: This…. This was too cruel…. Why wouldn’t you have just let them alone….? Damn and when we found a cure as well…. Mother….. Damn, damn, damn…. The hell…. Damn it Chizo, Mirah…. Gone... they’re really gone….

High Council Member 1: Mirah… committed a crime. While Chizohara will be spared, Mirah will not be. If you don’t agree with him being punished in hell, remove his soul from this plane. Let him not able to interfere with us again…

Young Parame: …. You dare...to give me orders?

Thanatos: Insolent brat….

*Without a word between them, both Thanatos and Parame raised their hands, swinging down they simultaneously cut the devin threads that supported the lives of the high counsel. Faint bells could be heard  dropping and so too did the high council, each member lay dead before the two elder gods.*

Thanatos: These souls...It will take some time. For Chizohara….for this soul, I should say, given perhaps an eon, this soul will be whole once again. On the other hand, for Mirah….given the extent of the damage….it will take a miracle to recover, assuming there are even enough pieces left to put together once more...

Parame: ….Yes….

*A storm of energy seemed to surroundIng air as they watched the events unfold, time and space seemed to bend before them again. To an all too familiar garden, he could see Parame pouring ashes into the earth and planting a seed deep into the earth, over the years that to the young god felt like seconds the small seedling grow into a large wisteria tree, the surrounding area remaining mostly hidden and untouched, until a small child came running in, they seemed to be hiding from someone. But finally relaxing once they reached the tree.*

Inari: *Wide eyes* Wait….that….looks like…..

[END]

Tell Me a Fable Pt 1

Parame: Good luck... little one, may your trip be a safe one...

*The goddesses presence began to raise, the necklace spinning faster by the second creating a low but powerful ringing that agitated the young gods senses, before seeing to swallow them whole. Colour seemed to fade, swirl and distort all around them, the air seemed both this as syrup and thin as that at the top of the tallest mountain all at once while their ears seemed to ring with the howling of wind mixed with the crackling distortions of an inferno. Everything was swept away and it felt as if their very body was being pressed upon and torn apart at the same time as they were dragged from the preset and into the depths of the past.

After the world seemed to have settled itself, the young deity looked about the chamber. Not much had changed, apart from the decor. It seemed…younger, partly in construction, yet suitable for temporary dwelling. The young god looked down at themself. For the most part, they, too, appeared unchanged. However, before they could look for any far subtler differences, a familiar clacking in what appeared to be the adjacent room was now holding his attention.

Cautiously, they stepped closer to the rhythmic beat, passing through the silken curtains. A young woman, aided by a series of servants, were hastily weaving threads into patterns and designs that covered the ceiling, attaching bells to each thread’s end. Meanwhile, others were checking that each design was of fine quality.

The young god stepped closer, feeling somewhat out of place as they hid behind a pillar. It was a redundant gesture as the young woman seemed to notice their actions. Chuckling into one hand, she stood from her seat, addressing to child.*

Young Woman: So, I see you arrived, ‘little one’. No need to be shy, ‘my sweet child,’ I did send you to this time after all. Or is it that… *Fake crying* that you don't love Mama any more? Boo hoo…. ‘Nari hates Mama, now what ever shall I do?

Servant 1: *Dramatic* Oh dear, you made the ‘Mother’ cry! Such a naughty boy you are, my lord!

Servant 2: Tut tut! What ever shall we do? Maybe if you stop hiding, she might stop the tears? *Chuckle*

*Sighing, both from how over dramatic the younger version of Parame seemed to be - though, if they were honest, her older counterpart could be just as melodramatic - Inari moved away from the shadows, somewhat uncomfortably, especially considering the eyes of the servants that lingered on them - servants that Inari did not recognise from their own time. Still, they were not a rude god, and bowed apologetically, even if they had not truly insulted anyone*

Inari: Forgive me, but I had been told to be careful. And I didn’t want to risk accidentally paradoxing myself out of existence. I’m not even sure how far in the past I am, other than my concept hasn’t even been conceived yet, at least not as ‘me’.

Inari [Inner Thoughts]: As if that isn’t unnerving enough, considering I exist due to the needs of the people. If I spend too long in a world that has yet to ‘need’ me, what will happen….?

*Shaking off those unnerving thoughts - after all, Parame wouldn’t have placed her ‘Hero’ at the risk of erasure - Inari straightened*

Inari: Though I suppose I should have realised you would be able to see this moment, if it was ‘fated’ to happen. I’m sorry for doubting you, Mother.

Young Parame: Is that what I called it? Ahahahahahah! No, it was not purely on a whim, dear. I don’t make a habit of sending children running through time for nothing, nor would I let a paradox happen under my watch.

Servant 2: Damn right! Do you know how much reweaving that would take?

Servant 1: yeeeeeah~ that’s overtime I’m NOT willing to do.

Servant 3: *Grunt*

Parame: Oh and don't worry, right now you're not even tangible to those unaccustomed to ‘This plan’. Think of it as a safe house from the elements of this time. The three guards you see before you are the ones who will accompany you through your time here, stopping you from causing trouble.

*Serious tone* Like you said, we wouldn’t want you causing a paradoxes, now would we? And, though you are able to interact with those around you, your role here is to just observe. Understood?

Inari: *Gulp* Crystal clear, Mother

Parame: Good. Now if you would kindly walk over to the reflecting pool, we shall begin.

*They did as they were asked, her sudden serious making them slightly uneasy. Looking down at the pool, they noticed the reflection staring back at them was not their own. Confused, they looked back at the young woman, who was retrieving clothes from a box.*

Parame: Surprised, dear? I’m sorry, but you look a little too similar to the man you’ll be tailing. We wouldn’t want you to cause a stir, so, from now on, this will be your perceived appearance to those of the other plane until the end of your visit. Also, Riha, help him dress, won’t you?

Inari: *Slightly put out* Him?

Riha [Servant 1]: *Ignoring Inari’s muttered words* Of course.

Parame: Oh, we’ll need to create a backstory for you, if anyone asks. We’ll say that you’re a minor god of wine that just popped into existence the night prior, you’re still finding your feet and you need assistance, hence the presence of Gino, Eiho and Riha. if they ask for more details, simply say you don’t know. It should be fine.

Gino: Yup, ‘n’ if anything else, we’ll cover for you.

Eiho: *Nod.*

Parame: Now, give me a look-see. I want to see how cute my sweet ‘boy’ looks in the clothes I personally tailored.   

*Still grimacing at being assigned a gender - if anything, they only rarely took a male form in their own time - they swallowed back any protest, since it was all to prevent time from unravelling. Instead, they checked the clothing that was being presented to them. The clothing was of a fine quality make, made of the light, flowing silks that those of Parame’s temple favoured rather than the style of clothing that was usually chosen by their Pantheon in the Shinto Sect. Thankfully, considering they spent nearly as much time at Parame’s temple as they did amongst the Shinto gods, Inari was thankfully aware of how to dress in the clothing provided with minimal confusion.

Moving to behind a provided folding dresser, if only for modesty’s sake, Inari quickly dressed in the clothes, taking a moment to marvel at the flowing material that felt smooth as water, before stepping out once again to allow Parame to give her thoughts.

Inari: Do I look significantly un-Inari enough?

Parame: *Chuccle* You look like a generic, low presence, about to fade any minute, nameless god. Very unlike your future self. Speaking of which we better move the the other plane a certain young man is about to enter through that door, now pay very close attention to him… you’ll immediately understand why I brought you to this time.

Inari:....I’m not sure I understand why that would be the ca-

*The door opened with a slam, changing the hue of the heavenly aura slightly. A young man, assumed in his mid twenties, thundered in the chamber.*

Young Man: Mother!!! I demand an explanation for this! Why exactly did you forbid me to see Mirah? They are my servant, after all. As master, it is my duty to-

Parame: To what? Master to whom~?

*She eased into her chair, aura dropping ever so slightly. Her aura demanded respect. Quickly, the younger deity backed off ever so slightly, correcting the manner in which he spoke to the woman.*

Young Man: Mother please…. They were injured because of my actions….

Parame: Exactly, and that is the reason why I do not wish you both together for the time being. Instead, you will aid this young flower bloom. I’m sure you watering him with your knowledge will aid him grow in a fine young man. Do so, and I’ll give you my permission to see Mirah for a limited time. Supervised, of course.

Young man: *Tisk* Fine.

*This had to be the most bizarre thing that Inari had ever seen. While the young man before them was somewhat arrogant, in the manner that some of the older gods tended to be when upset, what was stranger still was to see that arrogance coming from someone who looked so similar to Inari if they had a preference for a masculine form. There were differences, of course - hair and eye colour, heavier muscles that Inari’s more effeminate frame, but there was still enough that Inari could have thought the man was an ancestor, if Inari didn’t know for a fact that they had not been born, but created.

Even so, they doubted that the man’s appearance was the reason why Parame wanted them to pay attention. As such, they remained watchful, keeping their focus on what the two of them were saying, instead.

The man glared hard at younger god, as if to say that they were a waste of his time.*

Parame: *Pout* Now, now, Chizi-chi, you don’t want to scare this little bud, you’re supposed to be cultivating him, after all.

Young man: Jeez, if you intent on calling me that stupid baby name, then don’t use the pet name.

Parame: *Shakes head from side to side* Don’t wanna! Chizohara not as cute as Chizi-chi. Your always going to be Chizi-chi to me Chizi-chi, Chizi-chi, Chizi-chi!!!

Chizohara: *Sigh* I’m not going to win against her, am I?

Gino: Nope! Lord Benzaiten, you might as well give up the idea for now. Do as she says, learn her lesson and that will bring you closer to seeing the one you’ve been fretting over for a while now.

Chizohara: *Tisk* No choice, huh….? Oi, kid, what's your name?

*Remembering how some minor gods had acted towards them before, Inari quickly did the same in the direction of Chizohara, bowing respectfully*

Inari: I...I haven’t yet been given a name, my lord. I’m afraid I only appeared….um...a little while ago. I haven’t a name to give, yet.

Chizohara: …. You haven’t named him, mother?

Parame: Like he said, he just 'poofed' in a little while ago. Don’t worry, I’ll think of something by the time you both return. Oh, and take these three with you. They will me monitoring you both carefully for a time, so be off with you! Bye, see you latter!

*She snapped her fingers, transporting the party to another part of the temple, leaving her ‘alone’ with her thoughts.*

Parame [Inner thoughts]: *Chuckle* Well, this should be interesting, but it should be a good lesson for you.

Disembodied Voice: *Seductive tone* You're playing a dangerous game, you know that, my love.  

Parame: *Coy tone* Is that so? Well either way, the result is the same - a small loss now will yield me greater rewards further down the line… Besides, I’m nowhere near done molding them into the perfect Hero. I’ll stop at nothing until I reach that goal. Now, my love, I must get back to work. I have threads to cut.

[END]

Written Memories pt 13

*Still somewhat shaken from the confrontation with the gods that had zeroed in on Inari only moments before, the boy finally pulled out of his technique as he reached the main hall. While it was still early for the patrons of the temple to gather in earnest, there would still be the risk of running into someone if he continued to flee at high speeds. However, rather surprising than the odd servant or early riser, there was a strangely large group that crowded near the entrance looking somewhat out of place. What was worse, the group of men, upon hearing the arrival of Rozyus, rounded as one, they eyes impatient and piercing as they locked on him, pinning the boy with their gaze. What was worse, each raptor sharp gaze was more angry than the last. Even if Rozyus had been blind, he would have been able to tell. The air was thick with tension that choked any unfortunate bystander and audible growls broke through the once peaceful morning air and filling Rozyus with a terrified despair.*

Rozyus: *choking back tears* G-gentleman, what a-

Suitor 1: ‘Princess’! What’s the meaning of this!

Suitor 2: We demand an explanation, now!

Rozyus: W-what are you talking about?

Suitor 3: Don’t think you can hide this outrage! You have been….fornicating with a god! Do not try to lie about this, we all know! *Snarling* It is bad enough that one of us married outside the seven clans, but you would also insult our pride! Do you feel that we are below your notice? That our feelings rate less than that of a single god?!

Rozyus: No! No….but I…I-

Suitor 1: But what!!! There is no excuse! We have given you more than enough time, but no longer! End this….fling with your pet god and make your decision as to who you will marry!

Rozyus: No, I-!

*Rozyus’ voice died in his throat as the young men towered over him, less like angered men and more like rabid wolves, eyes gleaming with an enraged intent that had the boy backing away until the cold marble stone of the pillars pressed against his back. His heart jumped to his throat in terror. However, he tried to swallow it away, to hide his fear lest they prey upon it and choke out his words*

Rozyus: Please, just let me speak….

Crowd of Suitors: *chanting* Denounce your love for a god! Choose! Pick us! Pick one! Your time is up!

Rozyus [Inner thoughts]: *Screaming* I-I’m trapped! Help me! Someone - anyone - help me!

Voice: Enough!

*Rozyus’ vision was suddenly blocked by a flutter of silk and a glint of cold iron, the sudden silence after the proclamation ringing through the air like an echo. Swallowing, the boy realised that the flurry of colour before him was, in fact, another young man. While from the back it was difficult to put name to face, the armour was clue enough as to who the man was. The new suitor stood tall and defiant, the aura of superiority cowering the crowd as his voice echoed through the hall*

Armed Suitor: While I do not agree with the fact we have been brushed aside, do you truly believe that acting like wild and rabid beasts cornering prey would sway a lady to your side? If this is no game and she truly has feelings for this rumoured god, would it not, instead, prove more beneficial to sway her to your side by proving yourselves superior in what attracted her to the deity in the first place? To woo her with what she cherishes rather than cower her with fear?

We are not beasts, nor are we lesser than the gods that reside here. We are sons of nobility, so act as such! It is your actions here, your hostility towards one whom you claim to covert so that is disgraceful! How can one expect her to make a choice from such boarish behaviour! What is she meant to choose from this? Rabbid dogs? I sincerely doubt there is any woman, dead or  alive, lest of all a princes, would wish to lower herself to choosing such a mate. Pitiful!

You have not only discraced yourself within sacred walls, but you also dare to sully the name of not only the princess, but her very sires! You all fail to even touch what might be important - you fail at the duty of a suitor. Begone! None of you are worthy of her hand! Next year shall the princess choose a mate, as I am quite sure that those who wish for her hand them will be far more to par than any of you!

Crowd of Suitors: But we-!

Armed Suitor: *Glare and deep growl* But. What?

*With those final words ringing in their ears, the threatening aura dissipated, the crowds subduing in the face of an Alpha. Not daring to attempt to undermine that authority, the crowd quickly scattered until only the boy and his saviour remained, the hall becoming quiet and peaceful once again. Threat gone, the man turned towards the boy and dropped to one knee before him. With surprising gentleness, he took the boy’s hand and kissed the back of it, though through the haze of tears, the boy couldn’t quite make out if it was mere politeness or an attempt at comfort that wouldn’t reduce him into hysterics*

Armed Suitor: Please forgive them, Princess. Much as some who reside here, they have very narrow minded views on tradition. Boarish though they are, they truly mean now harm. The revelation of your….fondness for a deity, honourable or otherwise, gave them quite a shock.

Rozyus: I…I’m so sorry, but I-

Armed Suitor: Hush now….

*The Armed Suitor stood up gently, embracing the boy before kissing away his tears.*

Armed Suitor: Even through the redundancy of this veil, I see you clearly; the burden you bear, the pain in your eyes, the weight you carry all on your own…  it must be exhausting. Yet you have stood your ground, all this time.

I wish to be the one you can lean on when your heart hurts, as a lover...yet if I cannot as a mate, then I would still do so as a confident. Please, do not let this matter trouble you, My Princess. Your eyes should only weep tears of joy, not those of sorrow.

*With gentle fingers, the man brushed away the bitter streaks from the boy’s cheeks as Rozyus held into the front of the man’s clothing, heart aching*

Rozyus: but I do not feel the same….It would be cruel to do so.

Armed Suitor: Perhaps...but my lady, the choice is mine and mine alone. My love, my loyalty, both were gifted to you a long time ago. It just so happened that they reached for one who’s heart was already taken. However, know this: Should there ever come a day when your heart no longer cries for this god, they hurt you with no regard or should you two ever find your paths part ways, I will fight for you, no matter what it may entail.

*With those words, the Armed Suitor gently released the boy. Pausing only a moment to observe the faint trambles that still shook the boy;s frame, the man released the clasp on his cloak and laid it over the boy’s shoulders, smoothing the material before he stepped back once again, bowing to the one he called his princess*

Parame: Now, that’s a potential suitor, don’t you think, my love?

Voice: Indeed. He is the son of my right hand, after all.

Armed Suiter:  Ah, my Lord, my Lady. I see the morning finds you in good health?

Parame: *Knowing eyes and hums* Quite so. Do you mind accompanying my husband to the my chambers? You may use one of the offices as your study for the rest of your time under his wing. I look forward to seeing what type of general you will become. Hopefully someone worthy of my son.

Armed Suitor: it is my desire to be ‘her’ sword and shield, my lady. In order to do so, I must surpass my predecessors. My focus will be there, for the time being. So until then, adue, my lady, and prince.

*As both the Armed Suitor and the boy’s father left for the goddess’ chamber, Parame sighed and hummed a particular song. The melody seemed to pull out the boy from his shakened state as he collapsed to the floor. Turning to face a certain pillar, the goddess called out.*

Parame: I’m surprised. You were doing so well and then you let your time to put those barking dogs in their place be stolen by another. Now there's a new team player in this game. I wonder what your next move will be? Will you allow your ‘princess’ to be stolen away by another? Tell me, why didn't you say anything? As my hero, shouldn't you have more...vigor than that? To what reason did you hide instead of facing your foes? Enlighten me, Child. I truly wish to know.

*Walking out from behind their hiding place, the young god slowly stepped forward, eyes downcast as they clenched their fist tightly almost to the point of their knuckles turning white.*

Inari: What would you have had me say? The fact that I was not here in time to step forward is indeed my failing and mine alone. I arrived only fast enough for that man to step in. And, as much as it hurts to say this, if I had stepped in at that moment, when the crowds had only just began to listen, all it would do would be spark something that may have been something that even that man could not have stopped. After all, it is their hatred for me, for the fact that I had interlooped, that had caused that in the first place. My presence them would have brought far more harm than good.

*Their eyes screwed up, in guilt, bitterness and self-hatred*

Inari: Do you honestly believe that, had there been an alternative that wouldn’t have caused further conflicts between the clans and gods, between them and Rozyus, I wouldn’t have taken it? However, I love Rozyus enough that even if I could not be the one to save him, then I will certainly not endanger him and the one that did.

*His eyes open once again, though the tangle of emotions remain*

Inari: If this is about being a Hero, then it is also a hero's duty to prevent conflicts, true, but that is even at the cost of their pride. As such, I am grateful to that man for what he did. If my inaction has lost the respect and love of the one I hold dear because of any of these reasons then that is the burden I would have to bear. However, it is Rozyus’ safety in this that is more important. As such, if my inaction also makes me unworthy of anything else as well, then all I can do from here is aim to regain both that respect and worth once again.

*Inari snapps their head back up again, eyes blazing now*

Inari: However, my failings aside, my disgrace is not important here. Forgive my impudence, but I believe that it is Rozyus who is more important here. If I am to be punished or thought upon lowly then that is fine, I’m sure that my Fading will come sooner or later. After Rozyus is not longer shaking like a leaf!

*They turn to Rozyus now, eyes dark with sorrow*

Inari: I would understand if you hate me now, for not being the one to save you. I seem to be the cause of much of your sorrows of late, rather than the one who makes you happy…

*Doing their best not to seem overbearing or threatening, they stepp forwards, taking one of his hands in both of theirs*

Inari: I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry.

Rozyus: N-no, you did what you had to do, I-if I wasn’t so weak….. I would have done something smarter, sooner. Then I wouldn’t have- No, I won’t make excuses - this is no one’s fault. But…. but it seems that our relationship will not be accepted on either side…. Maybe what we're doing is wrong after all…. Maybe we are just *tears up again* too different to work out after all.

You’re a regal flower, after all. You ‘need’ to be among other like you, you're out of place amongst mine and I’m the same among yours….

*The boy lowers his head, turning his gaze towards the window, the last of the autumn leaves began to fall. So to did the boys tears.*

Rozyus: I-I once read that relationships should never begin in fall…. It's the time when the seasons change for the worst, death is closest to use than ever  and the bitterness of winter begins...

*Already somewhat upset by what their instincts were telling them, Inari forced themselves to remain calm*

Inari:...What are you trying to say, Rozyus?

Rozyu: I…. I don't know. But the last thing i want is for you to, ‘Fall from grace,’ and i need to make peace with my tribes clans somehow. There are many things we need to think about too… our relationship is fragile at best… like frozen steal under pressure it's ready to shatter. Maybe its best if we separate for a while. We need to make amends with our people you more so than I.

Inari: Separation will do nothing. Even if we did, it will not calm anyone, because they know we are linked in some manner. And besides I….Perhaps it is selfish of me, but I do not want to separate just because people think things. Ha…..why is it like this? I don’t want to let you go if it means we only survive in misery...

Rozyus: Don’t be foolish If that’s what you think, then it’s best to end things now! I won’t let it be like Chizohara and Mirah. I don’t want another god to fall like that - it’s a pain worse than death that even I could not wish upon my enemies. You need the other gods to stand by you! Don’t waste your life on one such as me. Its enough! Its enough to know you once held me dear… that’s enough….. Let’s just call our time together a bitter sweet dream. An illusion of the heart, and let this be the end.

*Stepping back slowly, the boy turned his heels and ran off down the hall.*

Parame: *Sigh* Seriously, you both are so… wanting to protect each other yet you’re digging your own graves, but he’s right on one thing… it's scary how much of Chizohara and Mirah’s story ‘Your reliving.’ if you must go after him do it after you both have sorted out the situation with your respected ‘kin’ let things cool down first before you make your next move. Your head will be clearer then. Yes?

Inari:...I’m beginning to wonder why it is that any of you even allow us to try, then tells us we can’t.

*They cover their eyes with their hand, trying not to sob themselves, a token effort to keep up their usual calm*

Inari: *bitter laughter* How cruel…But even so, is it really a mistake to love someone? Is it a mistake to care, despite blood or differences? The only reason that Chizohara and Mirah became such a tragic tale was because they made the wrong choices based only on what others pushed them towards. Sometimes I wonder if that story is remembered only to make others repeat the mistake over and over until there’s no tolerance left between the peoples of the world.

*They turn away from the goddess, so that the tear streaked face could not be seen*

Inari: ...Why is it that you and your husband could be happy together, but no one else can if they’re not of similar blood? Is this a test, mother? Are our hearts on a trial that everyone prays is doomed to fail?

Parame: You know of the tale of the two love lovers, but I wonder if you truly know the real story behind the fable…

*She strokes the Child’s hair, pulling them close to her as she transported them both to her private quarters. Gesturing to the child to sit on the plush bed, she began to tell the young god the real story behind the fable; her eyes becoming serious as she secured the room.*

Parame: My child, listen carefully, as what I say can never be repeated, understood?

Inari: I’m listening, Mother.

*The goddess removed her necklace, winding the pendants in different motions, until it spun in a rhythmic patterns.*

Parame: I don't often do this, allowing spectators though time and all this jazz. Especially when walking through one's past lifeline… things tend to become… messy, if caution is not taken.

*She places the necklace on the the young god, touching her forehead to their’s, whispering a spell softly in their ears.*

Parame: I’ll disguise you as a minor god. You’ll be provided with my private servants and a small room of your own, as the room you currently inhabit in this time belonged to ‘Chizohara’. If you should need anything, find ‘me’, understood?

*For a moment, Inari could only look at her in shock as they realised what the goddess’ intention was. Swallowing - oh so many things could go wrong with this it was not even funny - Inari could only hope that they could remain as hidden in the past without accidentally paradoxing themself out of existence*

Inari: I understand.

Inari [Inner Thoughts]: If I don’t, I could very well end up causing far more problems than merely seeing what she wants me to. Why are you risking this, Mother? What’s so important I must see that you’re willing to risk a paradox?

Parame: Good luck little one, may your trip be a safe one.

*The goddesses presence began to raise, the necklace spinning faster by the second creating a low but powerful ringing that agitated the young gods senses, before seeing to swallow them whole. Colour seemed to fade, swirl and distort all around them, the air seemed both this as syrup and thin as that at the top of the tallest mountain all at once while their ears seemed to ring with the howling of wind mixed with the crackling distortions of an inferno. Everything was swept away and it felt as if their very body was being pressed upon and torn apart at the same time as they were dragged from the preset and into the depths of the past*

[END]