He woke up to meet the goddess staring at him... It was no news that the goddess had always admired him... He didn't remember her name... He knew it started with a "D",,, and maybe an "a" followed... Or did the "a" end the name??? He didn't know,,, and for some reason it didn't matter... He had decided to refer to her only as "D"
Over the past year she had labored to make him into what he was now... Tried to merge what he was a really long time ago with what he was in this weak incarnation...
The coven D was patroning with the help of the goddess herself,,, discovered a long time ago that the old gods,,, when they ran out of followers,,, and humans lost faith in them,,, did not just "die out"...
They simply were too powerful to stop existing just like that... This discovery started when the goddess discovered that there were repeating energy signatures throughout history...
She had personally traced those signatures to specific people,,, and there was nothing really mystical about them ... .... at first...
Over time,,, she saw a pattern... While they were all in different fields,,, they happened to excel... A few of them were Edison,,, Einstein,,, Hendrix,,, Rendhart,,, Bach,,, Fischer,,, Davinci,,, Newton,,, etc... You could almost say they were godlike in their respective fields... Only after she had a theory on what was happening did she involve her guild...
The goddess didn't like thinking of these things... They had labored to bring many of the old gods back to their original immortal states,,, and failed... This was the first one that looked like a success...
The goddess remembered her own true self now... She remembered how it all ended for her and her kin...
The olympians in their dying days all stayed cooped up in mount olympus... Everyday,,, another one faded into thin air... None of them was really conscious enough to notice what was happening... They were almost dead... Starved of worshippers...
She remembered Poseidon... Her favorite of the big three... She saw him shimmer then,,, unlike the lesser gods,,, that just disappeared,,, she remembered that he seemed to melt into water,,, and evaporate... She remembered that salty smell... The sound of his staff connecting with the ground just as the god became myth...
She was probably the only one conscious of the goings-on... She was always the most sensitive to magic... She was afterall Hecate,,, the famed then fabled goddess of magic...
Though they were all dying,,, and couldn't actively work magic,,, she didn't have to actively work magic... Working magic was second nature to her... She was on a subliminal level aware of everything,,, and on the same level able to use the remnants of godly energies to ensure she - and ultimately magic-survived till the next age...
She remembered when she was conscious again... ... ... She hated thinking about this...
Finally,,, they found him...
He was good with the guitar,,, and they immediately noticed his signature was familiar... At first,,, coz of his other interests,,,, they thought he could be Athena... It wasn't uncommon in her time to posses the male hair of the species...
But they were wrong...
He was the reincarnation of Apollo son of Zeus and the titan Leto...
To ensure his survival,,, his life force which they were trying to merge with him was tied to his guitar,,, and the more he played it,,, the more he became one with his true self...
But now,,, he seemed to be losing his human self...
He had that distant look in his eyes most of the time... He could go months without sleep,,, and he had little love for food...
Once in a while,,, he smiled,,, and she lived for those moments... But she was on the whole,,, losing him... She had to do something...
Thanks for reading guys... For this to make more sense with respect to me,,, check out my last two posts...
Oh so you're interested about Greek Mythology? That's really nice.