Chapter 49, The Daughter of God
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Alexia, better yet, Alexandria, had spent 14 years of life, oblivious to her godly position. She let herself experience true mortal life, living until adulthood as any mortal would, with no interference of her nearly infinite power.
She was born in a rural village, at the edge of the woods, and she lived with one mother. She had no father, and her mother surely never spoke of the reason why. Her only explanation was that she was a gift from god, and she should not take life for granted, as there are many wondrous opportunities available to her.
She spent her first 6 years of life, wandering around, living like a child would, following her mother as she cared for her.
She made a few friends, and those friends went. All she truly had was her mother, and with each passing day, she would watch as her mother researched and researched away.
She invented a few things, like the fork, and the hair-tie. Alexandria learned to enjoy the simplicities of life in even greater detail. She came to love the quiet and calm atmosphere, and she enjoyed studying alongside her mother, thinking up new ideas for things that could help human kind in quite literally any way.
Roughly a quarter of the human population were full-time innovators, with the rest being those that took their mandatory 5 years and moved onto other branches of work. They became chefs, militia, Explorers, among other occupations.
Alexandria learned a lot about the humans, and grew to appreciate the beauty they had. Strangely, this race of humans were not as hostile or backstabbing as the humans from where she came.
She could only assume it was due to the interference of her father, which made the humans a much more faithful species.
It was currently 299 AV, two hundred and ninety-nine years after Venator.
Alexandria had followed through with the words she gave to her mother. She registered as an Explorer, and delved deep into her home forest.
She found a cave, setting up shelter there, and she got to working on the missions gifted to her by her Father, and even the side quests she wished to partake in.
She secluded herself within the cave, researching and prying away at the newly formed gene within the human race.
She meditated, day by day, absorbing kreus from her surroundings.
With this innate ability, if she truly focused on absorbing kreus, she could keep her body in a sort of stasis, capable of endlessly living thanks to the kreus flowing through her body. She did not need food, as the kreus was used to power her body, replacing her need of food and even water.
She spent a whole year researching breathing techniques, furthering their resourcefulness by the day.
She learned how to slow her heart rate, her movement, her body activity, and even her mental.
It reached a point to where she required little kreus to stay alive, being able to store the rest as extra.
She learned how to intake more kreus in a breath, absorbing more energy every time she inhaled.
She relentlessly cultivated, reaching a point to where, with no extra sources of kreus, she became as powerful as Post-Coatl Venator.
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The Venator that could theoretically slice a 2 meter bird in half, cleanly, with just a stone sword.
She had refined her body, not becoming a chiseled lady-god, but still, an average modern human, with a full figure.
She had grown, becoming nearly 2 meters in height, and her ginger hair had grown to her lower back.
She matured, and with the mastery of breathing techniques, although she was not the most powerful human, she was the most capable.
With her power, she dove deeper into the cave she resided in, harvesting metals and ores.
She carried them to her area of rest, and with her pure kreus and a fire, she created a sword that was even more powerful than the base version of Vinjir, the sword of God that was gifted to Venator three centuries prior.
Though of course, Vinjir had been gifted power through the faith of dozens of thousands of humans, so they were not even equal in strength.
Though that was not the point.
The only difference between this sword and the first sword itself, was that Alexandria's creation was a great sword, and much more beautiful.
She had melded it with her own kreus, and manipulated the world around her to increase the heat of the fire she used.
The weapon was forged by a master in her craft, and it was surely the peak of production.
Zaram, the second Holy Sword.
With the success of her first creation, Alexandria created another.
A simple crown, made of gold.
It was to solidify her position as royalty, direct kin of God.
She put the crown on her head, although upside down, covering her eyes.
The impossibility of the power of god, of course.
How could one see with something obstructing their view? That's what all would ask when they met Alexandria, the elusive, Daughter of God.
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The story of a strange women wandering the world became popular.
She started small, arriving in rural villages.
She would tell strange stories, the knowledgeable adults being awestruck as they knew the sword she carried was more beautiful and perfect than any other they had ever seen.
Though she did not seem to care.
She would sit in town squares, telling the children wondrous stories, illustrating the power of God, telling them anything was possible through faith in him.
And of course, why would the children not believe the strange beautiful lady?
Even the teens and adults would come to greet her, wondering how she could see with her eyes restricted.
They wondered where she got her sword.
They wondered what exactly she was doing there.
They wondered who she even was.
Yet each time, the answer was elusive.
"This is my father's sword."
"My father guided me here."
"Only my father knows why I do what I do, for everything is done for him."
"I am my father's daughter."
Not many questioned further than this, taking it as a sign of it being a personal matter.
The woman would never stay for long, as eerily, she would always disappear before officials of the major city could arrive.
Yet, in one small town, there was a young child who pushed just far enough to get a sliver of information out of her...
"Who are you?" The boy asked the red haired woman.
"I am the child of my father."
"What are you doing here?"
"I am here since it is what my father wishes..."
"Okay but why is that?"
"... To impart wisdom onto the people."
"Wisdom? Like what?"
"Hmm... Did you know, if you breathe a certain way, you will grow strong and powerful?"
"Is that really true?"
"How do you think I am able to carry this sword around all day?"
"Hmm.... True. So then, why are you supposed to give people wisdom?"
"Because it is the wish of my father."
"...Then, who is your father? Why does he care?"
"My father is your father. He is the father of all, why would he not care for all his children?"
"You... You're my sister then? What do you mean?"
"Yes, but no. Of course we have a common ancestor, so we are related in some way, but, we are all children of god. No matter if we are a plant on the ground, or a particle of dust in the sky. Every little thing, is beneath God. And we are all his children!"
"...So, your father is god? But is he not my father too? Who is your real father?"
"Well, that's where we differ! Of course, you are one of God's sons. But, I am God's Daughter. I am his direct descendant!"
"Woah... Are you really?"
"Why would I lie? I too myself, am a God. Although, I am not the Heavenly Father, I am simply, the Daughter of God."
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