Paratiri
Taking root
It was unknown how the seed ended up in this plane of existence, it was only one among the many trespassers. It was not like anyone cared about origins anyway, for the adventurers all that mattered was that there is a giant egg monster in some forest, something they would need to hunt and destroy either for glory or to protect their home.
Erika was one such adventurer, halberd in hand, trying to do something good in this cruel and careless world, following the footsteps of her father who was once a famous warrior. With her skills finding the tracks of the beast was easy, she quietly sneaked on it until she found it completely distracted, back exposed to the warrior.
"Now I got you!" she pounced lance in hand, diving towards the thing aiming to crack this egg with her whole momentum! There was no way it could turn in time.
It didn't, however, need to turn. Erika had severely misunderstood the creature and assumed it was like any other animal. It wasn't. The smooth textured backside of the spherical beast all of a sudden opened up, ready to gobble the incoming attacker, weapons and all.
"Oh god, no!" and then silence, betrayed by her own momentum she could not escape.
Erika found herself diving into deep darkness as if she had stepped into another dimension entirely. Her body started to feel light despite all her struggles, she quickly understood this wasn't anything like digestion, it felt more wrong than painful. As if not only her body but also her very soul were disintegrating.
The otherworldly seed needed to adapt itself to this world, to anchor itself and take root. For that, it wanted the best specimen to be absorbed into it, and as such taking the form of a monster that would attract all sorts of adventurers was perfect.
Soon Erika was gone, fully absorbed, body and soul, by the creature. Her whole life history and all she ever felt, like that of many other adventurers, were just part of the god egg's mind, no different than a story it imagined on the fly. She did have the "honor" however, of being the very last. With her, the monster was satisfied, and it prepared itself to be born.
Hatching a god
A long time passed until the egg stirred to life again, its smooth surfaces cracking as the god within was ready and eager to come to the world outside.
BOOM
"CHACHALACAAAAAA AHHH AM I GLAD TO BE MOVING WEEEEEW!"
The storm goddess Paratiri broke free from the egg with a thunderous sound, the massive half-woman half-bird stumbling through her cave as she got used to her body.
"AHH FINALLY I EXIST! ABOUT TIME REALLY! AND LOOK AT THIS FINE BODY I GOT! DAMN, I WANNA FIGHT SOMEONE WITH THIS!"
She rushed towards the cave opening ready to take the world by storm. Her excitement was dampened as soon as she placed a claw outside.
"Huh? Where is... Where is everything here? It's all on fire and it's all dead. Damnit, it wasn't like this back when I was an egg, I think? Yeah no no no it wasn't like this. Who is responsible for this shit? I am gonna beat them up SO BAD."
The storm before the storm
Life as a peasant in a dying world was terrible. Jake found himself having to scrap lichen off rocks to be able to feed himself, he used to have a place with some mushrooms to but that glade was turned into a portal to hell or something of the sort. He wondered how this could get any worse.
FLAP FLAP FLAP CRAAAAASH
Thunderous sounds followed by an earthquake happened right behind him. The man turned slowly, perhaps he would be lucky and it would be a quick death.
"Yo! Wanna fight?" said a giant harpy that showed up out of nowhere. Big shining eyes looking down on him.
"Oh god!" the man cried, falling on his butt.
"Uhhh. Its goddess. You need to work on your grammar. Anyway, meh, you look too weak to fight me. What is up with all this anyway? she waved her wing around. "With all the plants gone it's no wonder you are such a tiny stick man."
The situation was so absurd the man couldn't help but just run along with it "The world is ending! Can't you see? There is fire everywhere, not a drop of water in sight! How could anything gro... what are you doing?"
"Oh me? Beating my wings to call up a storm!" as she rose up and used her feathers, the sky for the first time in a lifetime turned grey, thick clouds covering the wicked sky and the light of thunder flashing the lands. Soon came the strong winds, countless husks of trees being torn down as it fell on the land, finally, the water came, in a violent, vengeful return to the land.
"Done! Should last for a few hours and deal, at least locally, with all of this mess. Cool ain't it? I bet you want to worship me!" she tried to ask the human, but she didn't find him anymore when she looked down, just overturned rocks and a flash flood. "Arg, rude! Hopefully, the next mortal I meet will show some sense of gratitude.