free-writing
The goddess was bored.
Part of her boredom came from the fact that she was exhausted, but that sleep would not come.
Eternity continued to go on, as did she.
Others had been afraid of that continuity, of that monotony. Some had tried to escape it by embracing mortality. Others had done what she was about to do.
The goddess wanted to entertain herself.
She reached a hand out to the heavens, and plucked a star from the sky. The goddess imagined what would happen once she released the star. It would forward a course of actions that would alter the normal way of things. She imagined how those involved would act. How they would react.
The goddess would be wrong in her assumptions. For the goddess was still a self-centered being, so all the actions and reactions she imagined were only extensions of herself. For no matter how much she thought she could change things, remodel them to her liking, the fact of the matter was that she was very myopic in her understanding of how people that weren't herself would work.
Some part of the goddess suspected this truth, and that was the reasons why the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she threw the apple down to earth. The goddess was not Ares, and the object thrown was a star, not a golden apple, but was it possible that her actions had been just as dangerous?
Part of her boredom came from the fact that she was exhausted, but that sleep would not come.
Eternity continued to go on, as did she.
Others had been afraid of that continuity, of that monotony. Some had tried to escape it by embracing mortality. Others had done what she was about to do.
The goddess wanted to entertain herself.
She reached a hand out to the heavens, and plucked a star from the sky. The goddess imagined what would happen once she released the star. It would forward a course of actions that would alter the normal way of things. She imagined how those involved would act. How they would react.
The goddess would be wrong in her assumptions. For the goddess was still a self-centered being, so all the actions and reactions she imagined were only extensions of herself. For no matter how much she thought she could change things, remodel them to her liking, the fact of the matter was that she was very myopic in her understanding of how people that weren't herself would work.
Some part of the goddess suspected this truth, and that was the reasons why the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she threw the apple down to earth. The goddess was not Ares, and the object thrown was a star, not a golden apple, but was it possible that her actions had been just as dangerous?