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They say that He is a God. But he is not. He is far too humble and empathetic to be a God. A God exerts Their power, whether it be with ambition or benevolence for Their worshippers, Their people, Their children. However, They say that He is much too like His people, too innocent to lead.
Or so They believe.
For He has seen and understood the entirety of The Universe in too little time; He has the knowledge of that is millennia upon millennia of musing and exploration of that of the Muse, in only a short window of Time; a single year, One claims. Even the Muse’s heir, the Witch, made to comprehend this, could not decipher even a hint of what the Muse left behind. But the Heir has, and although he understands little, He understands enough. And is it with what He knows and understands that He uses for the Muse’s intent; none. He does not know What, He only knows How. How could this be prevented? He knows the question, but he does not know the answer; he is far too oblivious to see for now.
Because of this, He does not exert that power over His people, His mortal friends. He is a Messenger instead, disguised among them in multiple forms: a sweetly-fragranced breeze during the spring, a chilling zephyr during the summer, a hefty gust during autumn, and the silent gale during the winter. In these forms, He is able to swiftly deliver what must be delivered: lovers’ whispers, frustrated bellows, friend’s secrets, any verbal message that could be thought of could be shared. And for this, it is why He is favored more than any other God. His people praise him; they leave whispers for him in the wind, hoping to receive a blessing from the acknowledgment.
But He says that He is not a God, He is merely a Messenger of The Gods. He does not deserve this praise, He claims, His Friends deserve more for the influence They share and hold upon this measly world. But what He does not know, whether his obliviousness is at fault or another’s eagerness to conceal:
He has more influence upon this world than what He knows. And He could never realize.