James had gotten changed into some more comfortable clothes to take a nap earlier when he after coming home to his absolute wreck of younger siblings. He had finally headed down to his room around 1:30, and managed to catch up on at least an hour and half of sleep. He would need all the rest he could get while he waited for his siblings to calm down, and to process what Sophia had told him Kylie had done. There was no way that Kylie could be THAT incompetent at the job, as to actually serve someone a biscuit that had fallen on the floor and into glass shards. When he woke up, around 3 pm, he went over to his computer and began by opening up a blank Microsoft Word file. He began typing an idea that popped into his head.
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"I was wondering when you'd get around to asking what everything was like back then, before society and the multiverse around us collapsed. Before the skies of earth were darkened with ash, and we were forced to move to this once again desolate rock they call Mars. Or perhaps you are here to mock me, the old Goddess who has failed to fix the worlds. If you will listen, I will share my stories and how I plan to fix this after over seven thousand years of trying. Or at least I think it has been over seven thousand, it's hard to keep track after your first thousand years. Just you try it.
But even this universe is collapsing and it is starting to kill me to keep this solar system safe. I have one last chance to set things right. It's time to start the cycle again. Return the world to the Aether and the Void and let the leylines grow pure and watch as Goddess to make sure they aren't abused. But for the next few months,
while it happens, I want to reminisce, so I hope you brought some snacks. It won't be painful by the way, to quote an old friend, "it's quicker and easier than falling asleep."
It all started when I was nine years old back in the beautiful Spencer Park in De Motte, Indiana. My fifteen, almost sixteen, year old sister was sitting under "her tree" meditating or something. I was playing in the park with some of my friends near the playground, playing tag. It was 5:37 pm, after the fourth day back in school and we were excited. However it's getting late and our mother is going to tell us to get home for dinner soon. I'm going to have to get Ashley this time, even though she doesn't like being bothered when she's at her tree.
"Ash. Mom's going to want us to come home soon." I holler at her as her face stays deadpan.
She remains motionless under her tree. So I run across the grass to her to shake her, but as I approach I begin to get dizzy. By the time I reach the tree I can hardly walk straight.
"Ashley! Please get up, I don't feel good. My head hurts. Ashley!" I have to sit down or I'm going to faint. I sit next to Ashley on her right side and start taking deep breaths, "Ash. Please. We need to go home."
My left hand lands on her right hand and I feel a powerful draw like I'm being sucked into Ashley's body. A powerful draw that I am powerless to resist. The last thing I remember is my eyes closing."
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His works weren't something he often put out there for others to judge, but perhaps this may be an exception. This may be a story he tells people. How even mighty gods and goddesses can fall prey to time and hubris. At least God-like beings can. He saves and closes the project, locking it with a password so if anyone wanted to get in, it would at least be a pain to do so. Besides who'd want to, he wasn't going to lie to himself, it was a huge fanfiction piece, not some multi million, or heaven forbid a multi billion dollar story franchise like Harry Potter or Twilight. Then again, he didn't want that kind of fame anyway. And then he walked back to his bed and just crawled into it, lying on his stomach, and he began quietly sobbing, though one might hear it if they were at his door. He's been working so hard for so long that he never really gave himself a chance to mourn his parents. Between that and all the stress, he just broke down, somewhat surprised it took so long. He couldn't even find it in himself to cry at the funeral, though that might have been flat out shock that it wasn't some huge joke. But now, he just couldn't stop the tears as he cried into his pillow.