My Godly LifeMy Godly Life
So where do I start….
Well let’s just say I’m a young girl living in a tall, rocky, cave island in the middle of nowhere.
Sounds weird huh? Well I guess I haven’t mentioned that I’m half a goddess? Yeah! I mean….It’s um, not much to brag about or anything to brag about at all.
It’s something that I’ve earned to make it as a living, in vice versa it’s the bestest thing that’s never happened to ming! Oh….Um, what I meant was “Bestest thing that’s ever happened to me”. Let’s just say it went something like this…First you wake up with super cool powers that seem abnormally impossible and-and then some fancy dressed looking dudes come up to you and say, “Rise young one, for you have been chosen to be a GOD!”, and then that person would say, “Me? A god?”, until the next thing you know you find yourself doing crazy responsible shenanigans
now I really i'm really not sure of this /shot/
It's useless, completely useless.
He only wakes up if he wants to.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder 'what's on his mind?'..
One of the small gingerbread men gently put his hand on Italy, "Dude, you should give him some sleep, everyone, now and then need some."
Hmm. He's right. "Oh, and if you're wondering, my name's Dooby."
"Ah- ok." I replied. Well he's a calm man.
Ooga and Klik are fighting, should I stick my nose in their business? Nah.
It's cozy here, really, lush and bushy trees around us, calm winds, but I still need to find Japan.
I'm getting a little worried about him, he is old anyway. I mean, not exactly that old! He can take care of himself, but Its nightfall already..
I can leave Italy with the guys here, but.
What if they move?
They look like a tribe.
Maybe we can meet somewhere.
I tapped Klik on the back, "What?! We're in the middle of a fight, can
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Everything he knew, loved.
It was all turning to ash around him.
His people. His home. His friends. His family.
His parents were nowhere to be found. Pygmies were running, screaming in panic.
The huts were collapsing in flames. Embers danced on the wind.
The trees were catching, and spreading, the fire. The fire leapt from the trees between the huts of his village.
He was still inside.
He could hear his little voice, crying for him.
He ran to the hut, reached through the window to grasp his tiny outstretched hand.
His young face was streaked with tears, and he desperately tried to clamber out the window, but he was too small, too weak from the smoke.
The little Pygmy tried to reach his brother, to reach safety.
He couldn't do it.
The burning hut collapsed.
What gods would do this?
What gods would bring such a terrible curse to a devout tribe? An innocent tribe?
With tears running down his
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