3300 entry — " lost to the gods, lost to history. "

[crexmii]

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭.

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[crexmii]

why, hello there.
you look bored. starved for
entertainment. why not I tell
you a story? oh no, I won’t
tell you one of the classic
stories everyone knows.

in fact, I’d like to tell you
a tale lost to time and
forgotten by the gods
themselves?

barely anyone remembers it.
except, me, of course.

who am I? that isn’t
important. come, now
let me begin.

[crexmii]

“nefiti. nefiti.” the tortoiseshell’s head whipped around, blue-silver eyes meeting her partner’s amber irises.
“aelius, what is it?” nefiti sighed, lashing her tail impatiently.
“it’s urgent news. we’ve got to go to the pantheon immediately.” he hissed coldly, evenly meeting her gaze and padding away in the direction of the large marble building.

nefiti sighed again. they used to be so close…..what happened?
she’d always loved being a god. controlling the tides, the waves, the sea together with noctiva, god of the moon. she’d always enjoyed the peace of the godly realm in its entirety. and she had loved aelius.
what happened there?

they said she was lucky to be taken in by the gods. she was lucky to be able to access the heavenly realm.
nefiti had never really felt lucky at all. not since he started getting more distant from her.

she caught up with the cantaloupe-orange tom, attempting to wake alongside him. “do you have any idea what’s going on?” nefiti asked, attempting to make small talk with her lover. (or was he still he lover? she thought so. however, he’d been becoming more and more distant...