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Golden Goddess

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There was darkness for a very long time. She lay, floating in nothing, the ultimate border between life and death. It was lonely, cold, and silent. She had a lot of time to think. Somehow she knew how centuries moved and changed at home, where her body had once been destroyed and her throne ripped from her hands. For a sorceress to come back to life, it took thousands and thousands of years. Her body needed regenerating, her mind forgetting the trauma of death.

Not a mere human, she could not just be reborn. She could also never pass on to the afterlife. Not until her planet itself died. She was bound to it, to follow its footsteps. There was no other like her, there would never be. And while she had been the daughter of Sun in her life, now she belonged to the Moon.

With enough time on her hands, she thought of it all. Untainted by others, she learned the truth of life. No one would stay the same. People did change every time they lived an even tiny event affected them. Even she was another. Not the woman that had ruled the lands those tens of thousands of years ago. The tides were shifting. Slowly but certainly. Unforgivingly and powerful, visible only to those that lived forever. Alien to humans that did not possess the curse of immortality.

She had become someone more enlightened and connected. Still, in the darkness, she floated. But her body was there, down, underground. She felt each and every molecule regenerating over long nights. She knew that the time would come very soon. But even after all those years, there would be those who remembered the old her and wanted her to stay where she had been killed.

She still kept rage in herself. But she also saw the other side now. It was a pain and a blessing all mixed together.

As the night fell on the world that she had not seen for more than fifty millennia, she felt a movement of energy. It woke in her toes. All of a sudden, she felt sand and wind. A small breeze that you wouldn't notice. But floating in nothing will let you sense even the slightest of change. Her fingertips tingled. Her hair took away her vision, it had become long and luscious all of a sudden. A bright light shone into her eyes and she felt many grains of white beach sand roll off her body. She had been awakened. Her body had healed.

That bright blinding light was a car coming at her at lightning speed. It was driving in the sand so when it swayed and ran into the bumper barrels, she was coated in another wave of sand. She felt each grain roll on and off her body. Her senses had returned. She was naked, it was the middle of the night, there were bright disorienting beams of light, more cars coming at her.

She hadn't sen Earth for thousands of years but her body had stayed behind. It had registered it all, the signals the Earth sent to it, the information that the land processed, the life that had moved on. Buggies, a race, humans. Loads and loads of them. And they all yelled as their eyes were peeled to her, standing bare in the middle of a race track. She reached out for her staff but it was not there. Her palms grasped empty air. She saw the next car coming at her and leaped out of its way the last second.

Her brain registered a scholar at the far end of the huge hangar. He was there waiting for her, but not to greet. To take. She looked up from the ground, where the huge aircraft garage reached for the skies. There was a single opening on the top that let the moonlight through. She knew that the panic would soon result in security guards racing to get her so she got up, leaped over the plastic barrels filled with water and took off running. The people gave her way, a naked body was like a plague in the modern age.

She felt strength flowing into her. Still, she knew she was nothing more than a mere human yet. Her eyes registered another one of the old scholars. How did the humans not notice such absurd beings? They were coming for her. No, for her gifts. They would try to put her back in the sand, for another infinity. Strip away what should be born inside of her. Her instincts kicked in, from the time when she had been a wild child birthed by the forests. This scum did not know how the time had affected her. They did not know she was a child of the Moon now. So, she did not run to escape. She ran for that tiny spot of light that had forced its way inside, through the roof. She jumped back in the arena. The buggies had not gone full circle yet so she was safe. For now. The scholars stopped at the line of humans. To not draw attention.

As she stepped into the light, created by the sun and the Moon, she felt it. For a split second, she was a child again. Then cold metal kicked her in the chest. Tiny chains glided over her body. Her staff formed into her hands anew. From sand, air, and energy. Her feet stayed bare but all the rest was clothed in gold. A huge glistening plate graced one of her breasts. It featured the eye of Horus made in gold and pitch black.

She looked at the scholars that now had thrown their caution to the wind. They recognized their mistake and were trying to get closer and grasp the pieces of tiny gold vire that were appearing of seemingly nowhere. They slipt through their fingers and as they did, she finally remembered the one thing that she had forgotten. The way she had died. How her own scholars had turned on her and stripped her of power, to take it for themselves and rule the world. How they saw fit.

She looked at the men in front of her and she recognized that greed. All these years her mind had been twisted. She couldn't remember, she had blamed herself. But it was all along what her mother had warned her about. Earth had predicted her death but she had thrown all of her faith towards humanity. She would not make that mistake again. She would listen to Earth this time. After all, mother only knows what is best for her child.

A buggy crashed into an invisible wall right in front of her. At a full speed. She looked at the driver that was frozen in place. Not yet feeling the impact. The humans behind the barrels gasped. She disappeared.

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