great! Love the suspense on it and the difference between the other stories.. Plz keep telling when update Βυπρ
Disclaimer: Some of these references of myths are inaccurate, but don't think I am unaware of this. Twisting these legends is my way of trying to make sense of everything in the story so that the pieces fit properly. These myths and legends won't necesarily be mention frequently in the updated down below, but this goes for all the ones to come. IN THE PRESENT Karen's Point of View ~~~~<><><>~~<><><>~~~~ Humans. Selfish, foolish, greedy. I have not lived to see one that hasn't wished for something that would only benefit themselves. Either that, or they wish for physical items that do not last long. Every time I put faith in the hands of a mortal, they eventually come to disappoint me. Now my faith in humanity has vanished grown weary. Children are the ones I see hope in. They are the innocent, the naïve, the faithful, the pure, but as they grow, the dirtier their souls get. Kids are the only reason I am down here and not up there like I should be. =================== "KAREN!" The sickeningly sweet voice pierced through my train of thoughts, scattering too well for recollection. God, she irritated me, but she was my best friend. The sound of her footsteps approached. I let out a long breath and pulled a quick smile onto my face. "Oh, hey Lindsay! Where are you coming from?" I turned around and waited for her to catch up to me. "Lucas and I just closed the café. Business was pretty good today, but not even close to make a dent in our debt to the bank..." Lindsay trailed off. She glanced at her feet, then up at the sky as the first snowflake of the year floated and placed itself onto the ground. Snow started falling by the hundreds, the thousands, then the millions. "It's beautiful." I said, truely admiring this world. "Tell me about it." She whispered in awe. She motioned towards the bench that stood in our way and sat. I followed, letting out the breath I had been holding. The music of silence-seldom heard in the Big Apple-played as loudly as it ever did before. "Kare. Can I ask you something? Something personal?" Lindsay broke the calmness of the night with her concern. "Sure, but you already know everything about me. What is there to ask?" "Remember when you were homeless? Remember that? Why were you on the streets? What happened to your family, you friends? Whenever I bring it up, you get defensive and lie, so let's tell each other the truth." She accused. "I told you this numerous times. My mom and dad died in a car crash and my friends wanted nothing to do with me during my alcoholic phase." I reasoned. This was the lie I had been telling her every time she brought this topic into question. Linds let out a sigh, creating vapor. "I guess you're not ready to tell me yet..." It was always a mystery how she could tell if anyone was lying. Even us gods couldn't tell the difference between the truth and lies between themselves. Either way, what was I to tell her? That I was a god along with the rest of my family and friends? That I had the responsibility of bringing children joy on Christmas? Or that I was Nyx, the goddess of night? I don't think so.
*truly ._. you're ruining my childhood. Santa Clause is fat, and a man, and he is not a goddess of the night. And Gods can see everything ,_, your point is invalid ,_,
I just realized how badly written the scene is... Lindsay spoke awkwardly. There are mistakes everywhere. AHHHH! I'm never writing while half-asleep ever again...
... I can barely understand what I was trying to say. Oh, and meant gods couldn't tell if another god was lying. Obviously they would know if a human was. Anybody want an update?