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The Nyx of the sky deep in the shades of azures and deep seas the view that only greets the dreams who had yet to have dreamt the restful that of the sleepers.

The glades over the mountain shown in the light of the sister in the sky, the younger but still in the eyes of the folk the biggest.

She simmered through all the terrors everyone quivered through, their fears that fought in their minds. She'd helped the hungry find the meal by only the glow she exuded.

She isnt the mother of the night, but she was their sister, a friend and a family member.

The song of the Nyx kept so far away, but still shows like the simmering on the cape that she always saw Nyx adorned onto herself every night. The song's melody would carry through the entire sky reaching her.

Her family, the lion of confidence or the bull of stubbornness, would visit them from time to time over the years; they would tell the stories to her and laugh with Nyx.

They would join in as the melody would never be an Aria but a Recitative.

As they all shared the night the prolonged vale that Nyx kept as the show would last always in a suspension of time.

There was no concept of the day where until.

That's why moon loved her place in the sky, a family so big and wide.

She stayed with Nyx the mother of the vale, who protect all who fell into slumber with her brother by her side keeping her company.

As she longed for all her children, the moon herself wished to comfort Nyx on occasion .

In one moment she did, Nyx in a act of longing for her children. She’d asked the moon what the name was the moon was called by her brother, for she found the moon to be her child in a sense as well.

In shock the moon seemed confused the name of which she was called?

Not usually the alias the moon hides under, she spoke her name one only spoken by her Brother,

Selene .

Now Selene spoke her name out loud with her family and the stars that came to sit every now and then. Nyx may not have been her original mother but in that moment she became a maternal figure.

Hemera would always show up sadden that she would have to chase her family away.

Her mother's absence allowed her to shine,  but she would sit in sadness until her only friend would appear and keep her company.

Sun, the brighter sibling to our dear moon, also saddened by the fact that they would always be apart since birth.

So they would wallow in their light as they missed the embrace of their families together but in that they become the best of friends.

The sky itself, so wide and big from previous times, had been big but still they sat together with the stubborn sky whose bounds were something many dreamed of reaching.

The beauty of the day, the rest of the night.

They’d always dance and sang to the embrace of all. The earth who gave most if not all that resided on her birth, but she knew very well was not alone.

Nyx, her dear Mother some interpret and the sister to the earth bringing the blame so Gaia could sleep every night.

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I was once nothing, I wasn't breathing nor was I thought. In this time there was no matter that could compose me as I was not a “thing”.

The entity that sourced me existed yes but I did not.

I'm the state of fluid motion, there wasn't fluid motion before me, but there was after me. All other fluid motions of atomos sourced from me. I am the state of fluidity.

I, Pontus am the state of fluidty. Self-born from the solid state. From the solid state did I come, so did my brother the free state.

realisation of self only cane obvious to me when solid took feeling. Then as the rest I took feeling, of thought. I comprehended and understood everything within my form.

Bound by solid, I felt assured, exchanging forms with free states gave me the ability to travel.

When then called ourself names, it was explained to me solid had a name already.

Solid was the creator, the name of Gaia was already established as their identifier before my composition. Uranus was free states name bestowed by Gaia and then,I Pontus.

More came soon after filling our states and realms, many children of free state amd solid. I however stayed neutral for a time before I decided on creation.

For a time I would be, observing and feeling, nothing was within me accept for the occasional interaction from my siblings and creators off spring. They would bath within me as I differed from solid and free.

I was free enough to travel along surfaces but strong enough to not debond at complex areas.

I don't comment on what I've seen, I'm fluid state and I won't debate the usage of my form.

Impersonally I knew the two that created my counterpart. They were the shining and the day. Within free state as self-born from the Nyx they came, their rays would reflect off my surface countless times a day.

And once at these many encounters with my surface they gave me a message, we have decided on incarnating our love, we use your form as inspiration and we wish to make you a counterpart.

I was flattered at this commentary and consented to the idea, and so they created Thalassa the sea. I was Pontus and for a time I was alone but now I had a counterpart, a former one, to consent to existence with.

I greeted the form identical to me and we merged, Thalassa my beauty your beauty. I reflect you such you reflect me.

Together we harboured the true raw existence of Eros . Creating the scales of the waters, the nature of the floor, the realm of the depths came to breathe life. We produced a life, a realm truly in definition within that moment.

I conduct myself in thought at very peculiar interactions. A buzzing madness I've continuously advised against being in my Composition, is in my composition. By the consent of a grandchild of mine.

Nothing in the world is right , because the dastardly Drunk , the concept is in my being.

I've consented to many a thing in my life, the killing of my children, the habitation of another God that can rule my being, he is a respectable being in my conclusion. But never in my eternal experience want that madness Dionysus In my being.

Never, but here he is, being escorted around by one of my any children, the smarter ones that reflect his nature around like he's the newest child from my dearest Thalassa.

I don't dare anger but I do plan on being upset with Thetis the child later on for these transgressions.

Using my form to create such a Bastardly drink. I'm ashamed at the blatant favouritism the mortals have for the thing as well. Honestly I don't see the appeal, my form in the purest state is in my opinion and by that of my child is worth its weight is the deniest of metals.

But that madness drink still sells for more than anything,

CURSE THEE OH BLOOD OF THE ROTTEN WINE, YOU SMELL ANYWAY.

I feel immensely better than moments prior, I think that along with smacking that Dionysus against an island Greatly helped me destress.

Maybe a few more hits will do him some good not to bring trouble into my waters. Maybe just a few thousand more just to disconsolate the fellow God.

It seems that several others have joined in with the smacking. Yes everything is correct in realm of my composition.

-Idk what to do from here

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Emerging from the night's abyss, I knew not of time nor of sand. Neither of how much there could be of either within a land.

In that moment ever so small in the grand magnitude of my existence. That moment is a held dear memory.

When I was born I wasn't alone.
When I realised the world around me, my brother was beside me for a long while in our pre-adolescent phase. Free of duty, free of thought.

However there was a point where I realised what I was.

When Gaia created life, I was there to accompany life in its opposite, death.

I'm not death itself, many of my siblings have different forms of death but I'm tasked with escorting such to their soul, to the kingdom of the dead.

In my early stages of this duty, I was bright and optimistic, openly comforting.
It was a demeanour I'd learned from my brother and mother as she took responsibility in our upbringing.

But it easily faded, people were angry to see me.
Angry that I who did not cause their death was there to see it.
I held no direct cause of their death nor reason for it, I'm simply the person that will escort you to the next.

Their anger, it would appear in many forms, from trying to attack me, tricking me.

The list of the trickery is countless.

Once I was stuffed in a box for over a month. Then my deputies stacked up and no one was able to be escorted anywhere because one self absorbed idiot. Who wished for a little longer on his shortspan in the mortal plain.

Another incident was a rare deal I’d formed with a princess. Her life force in exchange for a longer life for her partner.

I was impressed by her love for her partner and was going to be more tolerant and maybe allow her a final goodbye.

But then like all things I get attacked by the bloody Hercules. He hadn't needed to be there nor attack me, however I left that day without her life-force.
I returned 2 days later for it again.This time she accepted her fate and left with me.

People don't like me, they don't like my name nor its correlations . Death, Thanatos or whatever they wish to call me. I'm always treated with a sour Demeanor, if not sour than sadness or unwillingness.

Most when I come, are sorrowful, mourning their lives, sighing at their regrets.
This is the part where the escorting finally takes full affect, I sit there with them or walk. And listen to their story's because no one else had before.

It could be that of their deaths, murders weren't the easiest as those mortals' lives weren't intended to be shortened the way they were.

Nor the everyday deaths in unforeseen situations, falling down a hill too fast causing a fracture within your neck and automatic death.
Those kinds of people are still processing the fact they are dead.

This doesn't even factor in interactions depending on the mortal's age. Although they live such short lives, the reactions of the dead vary.

Older mortals who have lived longer portions of their lives are filled with regret, yes. But they have experienced the surface enough that they are satisfied.

Middle aged to younger folk usually are the harder type to deal with. Feeling their lives haven't been fully lived, they scream and cry and fight the hardest in hopes that'll change their situation.
But the truth is always the same, by the time I come around to see them, their bodies have already decomposed. Their family had arranged their funeral and their possessions are already someone else's.

It's harder for them, I know and I usually don't really interact or discuss how replaciale they are because it just causes me to have to be in their presence longer.

Pulling them out of an attack of questioning the existence of where they truly stand in the world.

That isn't my job. But I won't be the being that let's them suffer through that pain. So avoiding the topic works best in most cases.

Younger mortals are the most interesting cases, there are lots as most die young.

Their bodies are easily defeated by disease or by stronger mortals. Their lives barely begin in those cases.
Some don't know how to talk when I meet them, others who don't know how to walk. In those cases I simply pick up the young soul and do that task for them.

They don't cry or weep as older mortals do, perhaps due to the fact they don't fully understand what's happening to them. It's the oddest thing, many would think they'd cry for a parent, but when I arrive they simply quiet down and follow me.

‘No need to talk, no need to cry. Someone is here to help me’. It's usually what they think.

Life as death isn't something I wanted, but it's my purpose.
To this I live, to this I am. It's not the faltering compliment my brother is shower with. Nor the amazement that many exhibit towards my mother.

It's a hateful thing mortals focus on me and my brothers and sisters that work alongside me in this work of the afterlife.

I’d wish they find themselves in this situation sometimes having to pay consuller. Hearing the curses, hearing the cries, I'm an immortal yes with boundless knowledge and patience.

But among my knowledge a surface level awareness of the pettiness of humanity and the lacking of understanding it has for those who help it is humourless.

It was a day akin to any other, making moves through the roaming lands. Checking upon the list of lives cut by the fates scissors.

The name on the very top for the day was a Achaia Monte. It stipulated a job, this woman's being a priestess to the goddess Eirene.

Not one I'm unfamiliar, however with priestesses they usually think their God will escort them to their afterlife. However I'm always there, the God they least expect.

Sighing I put away my list and head towards her death’s location.

Passing villages and rivers I met to a cottage along a lake in a silent valley. Flowers teeming from every direction of the house, however the quiet that fills it is coentrusting.

The peaceful quiet is there, but the mood isn't one I'm used to, it's not a loathing quiet but a welcoming one.

The best way to articulate the quiet is knowing the story to a book you have not yet picked up and read, knowing the story you still don't loathe it or expect something. But rather welcome the knowledge.

Opening the door, there sits a woman in 20s. Looking out of a window as her body sits peacefully sleeping in a bed.

Passing in one's sleep, very peaceful indeed for one of Eirenes priestess.

She looked up at me with a smile, before standing up herself and welcoming me inside.

“God of peaceful Passing, thank you for coming to escort me. Would you like some tea before we leave?” Achaia said pulling a seat out for me.

I stood there in shock and the welcoming treatment I was given by this now dead mortal spirit. They were calm and collect unlike most their age and they expected me unlike every other priest I'd met.

When I inquired about why she had such a calm demeanour. She explained that priest of Eirene, while considering eirene was peace wasn't the god of peace in the sense of death.
To this it was I, of course I knew this information but most mortals did not.

Simply being honoured as the escort was one thing but having the understanding of why a peaceful eacort is needed is another.

This mortal thank continued on and thanked me for my services. We sat there for a delightful 10 minutes discussing Achaia's life.

She explained her body was weak and sicky however with that still being an obstacle , Sue become a priestess and enjoyed her final years amongst her sisters. It was a positive life, a positive chat and when it was decidely time to go.
A positive walk to the fairy.

She treated me as a priestess should, with the respect of a God but also the gratitude of one aswell.

Watching her step on that boat, slowly fading into the mist of the Styx by the boat of my brother, I smiled in reassurance that not all humanity it seldomly stuck up their asses.

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From the moment of uncertainty, of the concept of possibility. Wherever it occurred it was then I took my first breath.
The chance of the branch breaking under the weight of the birds , the prospects of rain upon the fallowed fields .

Those possibilities of fortune or sore moments of misfortune.
I saw the world in full or the first with my own two eyes at that moment.
Slowly but surely I learned to walk with every held worry of anticipation, the skies blue and clear and to me there was nothing I could fear.

I’d sit on beach shores with my sisters, they’d sing harmonies and crescendos.
None of which interested me at my young age, I was more focused on watching the droplets of rain fall from the blades of grass. That smell of fresh spring air, more of my sisters, these ones from paddy fields and corn meadows galore showed me their abundant beautiful flowers and hills.

I’d attempt to eat the appealing dirt as they’d look upon me in laughter, it was very tasty that dirt. It could be soft or hard or mushy or just the right consistency.
It could taste like salt or of the carrot that was planted in it.
Dirt tasted good.
However, to my sister’s they pulled me out from the dirt and washed me off and sent me on my way back to my mother and other sisters by the beach. My sister’s that were so occupied with their music they did not notice me nor my smell of dirt.

But mother did, she rattled on about how dirt was well dirty and that only “mortals eat dirt” which is stupid cause it’s really good and and. My mother Tethy was a mother of thousands but all the same she'd coddle her young as any mortal would.

“Tyche this and Tyche that”, i miss those days of childhood and innocence, they are dear memories to me but they weren’t nearly as long as i wish they were.

She'd encourage I’d do all these dull water sports so she could keep an eye upon whatever I could be described as.

Swimming which I was fine at until I started to drink the water, it tasted like dirt I mean the salty part. But then she rattled on about “drinking my relatives”.
Next it was this new thing she'd found called rafting where me and another sibling of mine, Eudora. We built the raft which was no little feat and it was mostly Eudora who did the laboring.
But as we got on the raft, a rude cousin decided it would be fun to shapeshift into a shark and EAT OUR RAFT.
Once our cousin who we later found was Dionysus , me and Eudora taught him a lesson in messing up our raft. He ended up being bashed against an island by one of our uncles Pontus.
He had it coming.
But mother decided that maybe she shouldn't plan activities that involve me and water.

Which left her with just making me sit in these boring classes about bounties and the worse part Eudora my closest sister WASN'T THERE.
She was busy being some star nymph, mother explained when we were older we'd spent time together as a pair.

But at the moment , I was stuck in a classroom with this Daskalos guy.
This guy was the hardest buttocks of a god I'd ever met, running on probable and conditional probability. He'd show these Venn diagrams and go on and on and on, until it was already the next day.
WHOLE CYCLES OF HIS CHATTER.
This went on for more years than in an entire mortal life, thanks to the aging slowly thingy.

l finally I passed his test. I looked him in the eye and said I'd never use the stupid stuff he taught me.

Well that was the plan.

Day’s would pass and I would finally receive a title. The Goddess of fortune Tyche.

Pretty cool in my opinion, and a lot of fun as well for mortals and immortals alike. They all tremble at the terrifying thought of fortune not favoring them.

I’m not too concerned though, certainty is as tangible as bees making honey in winter.

What isn't is the maths behind it. I'M UP EVERY NIGHT CALCULATING EVERY CHANCES FINAL OCCURRENCE RATE.
SITUATION AFTER SITUATION. CONDITIONAL PROBABILITY AND ITS ELIMINATIONS AAAA.

The Equations I was taught feel worse than when I was a student because now there are more things weighing upon me to make sure these are correct and fair.

Chance isn’t my domain but fortune calls for chances calls for probability calls for the understanding of the world to have a ray of doubt about it that I must calculate.

I’m young by my family standards and I don’t blame them for coddling me and instilling in me this understanding of maths now because it saves me from being drowned in what my title entails.

God or Mortal, a family's worry for their young is a powerful medium to push forward their young into lives that allow them not to struggle.

You're my observer. Although your status is unknown to me, I don’t want to know what you may be. I don’t think anyone may divulge to you their life stories . It’s in a god's nature to know things, it’s in my nature to calculate the probability of things.

But me telling you my story doesn't need a table of data , I don’t need to know your nature because you possess the powerful and sought after trait of being the listener.
To listen with no need for a response, you may have a reaction but there isn’t a viable way for you to convey that to me and in all my transparency I don’t want to know.

I’m selfish for a goddess, I grew up being spoiled and I won’t be judged for that, I’m wise for my ascension but also honest. I have these feelings. I have this personality and my status and a god is simply that but a status.

There isn’t a large divide between me and mortals between Mys and their cries and in my transparency I will continue to calculate the fortune I give with the fair and equitable stance that they deserve.

What removes me from them may be my status but we all cry as life.