The young god stood before the, now open, box fuming with rage. Everything went awry for him the moment he picked up this box. First it bothered him while he was resting, then it gave him some weird vision, shortly after that it would open, and to top it all off, this box caused him to get yelled at by Gaia.

The more he thought about it the angrier the young god became. With every heavy breath he took, the water started to stir in a circle around him. It was not much at first just small waves, but the angrier the god became the wilder and higher the waves became.

The sea reacted to the call of its god.

The sky darkened in a warning for everyone foolish enough to go out to sea now.

The earth quivered in fear for the people it protected.

The sun shone watching quietly.

The moon did the same, waiting for his decision.

Whatever happened next would depend on the whims of a young and foolish god.

And the god in question? He stood before an open box, a giant column of water just above it. The young god wanted nothing more than to smash it into the depths of the ocean, making it disappear so it wouldn’t bother him again.

Not even a second before the mass of water was crashing towards the box, with a force greater than any tsunami, with a force of an angered god. But it stopped just before it hit the box.

The young god looked at the book inside the box, and sighed. He was still angry but he had the feeling that, if this book were to be destroyed, he would regret it. And, just as fast as the water above the box appeared, it disappeared again.

And, as if it was a lie, the world returned to normal. The sky became blue again, the earth stopped trembling, and the sun shifted its gaze away. Only the moon keeped on watching, curious what made her little brother so upset, and yet calmed him as fast.

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Not aware of the gazes that were on him not too long ago, and the one that still lingered, the young god stepped towards the box. And just as he was above it he pointed a finger at the book inside and spoke. “You better be worth all my trouble, or I will really make you sink to the bottom of the ocean.”

The young god gave the book a suspicious look, before picking it up, expecting to get another vision. Contrary to his expectations though, nothing happened. He didn’t really know if he should be happy or disappointed about it.

It was a weird experience all things considered, and he was silently wondering what the visions meant, and why he got it back then, but quickly decided to forget about it. It seemed they were a one time thing, and there was no point in lingering on every small thing for too long.

Shifting his attention on the book in front of, the young god started to inspect it more closely. The book had a simple brown leather cover with now title. The leather felt strange to the young god. He never held anything like it.

Overcoming the strange feeling, he decided to open the book and take a look at the first page. What he saw made his eyebrows twitch and anger returned. “What the fuck is this!”

There were two reasons why he got angry again. First: Almost all the things written on the page were faded at best, if not completely gone. And Second: “I can’t read a damn thing!” The writing that wasn’t completely gone was in a language the young god couldn’t read.

The young god was about to throw the book in the deeps never to be seen again, when his view started to shift. “You gotta be kidding me.” has the last thing he said before a new vision started.

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A young girl sat on a small desk, a candle at the upper right corner covered the desk in a warm, but weak light. In front of her was a book with a brown leather cover, and next to it stood an ink pod.

The girl was thinking, quill in hand. She was unsure on how to start this book, normally she would just start writing. Sadly, she couldn’t do it like that, not with this book. It wasn’t for her after all.

After thinking about it a bit longer, the girl got an idea. She opened the first page of the book and wrote.

“To the one that lives there where my dreams lie. I write this in the hope that you will one day be able to read it. In the hope to share my future adventures with you.

I would rather share my experiences with you personally, but if fate prevents it, I atleast hope this book will reach you.

Please enjoy my story.”

Clare