58 A mount for a goddess? (2/2)
I do not dare to dabble with her mind any further. Reforming a soul after it got ripped to so many tiny pieces should have taken aeons.
A soul is a very delicate form of …. energy wave of quantum fluctuations in absence of a better term. It's like the surface a silent pond. If you throw a stone inside it gets disturbed and forms waves which disturb the pond for a long time. You can try to forcefully smooth the surface again afterwards by creating an opposing wave front which cancels out the previous one.
That's what I did after I had her soul back together. But it's not as good as giving the soul the needed time to find back to it's natural state. I don't have the guarantee that I really found all her pieces either. But they will naturally rejoin with the main body over time. Maybe she will remember even more but only time will tell.
I am inside the deserted church now. The religion of this world took a pretty heavy blow by the revelation of us being gods all along.
Many gods asked themselves why they should pray to another god and abandoned their belief. Whoohoo, who would have believed that a wonderful building like this temple could be run down like that in a few years.
I look around the desolate area inside the temple with another statue of Seria in the centre of the room. The rows with wooden benches are broken in some places.
”What leads you here, lad.”
I turn around and see an old woman with owl-like features on a wooden bench beside the entrance.
”I am on a tour with my dad to see the city!” Seria shouts proudly from above my head.
”Hoh, and what's your name little one?”
”Hear and Behold! Seria herself is before you! The one and only Goddess of Life and Death!” Seria puts on a really grand speech.
”Hahaha.” The old woman starts to chuckle. ”That's a really grand name little one.” She obviously doesn't believe her.
”Hmpf. It's the one my parents chose for me. So what are you doing here?” -Seria
”I am the head priest of this temple and I am waiting for people who need my help.” The old lady answers with a smiling face.
”Though it doesn't look like there is anyone here....” Seria points out the obvious.
”Oh, there are enough who are coming here. It may be true that there used to be more in the past. But everyone I can help is making me happy.”
”And what could you do for them? We are all gods now.” -Seria
”Even if we are gods, it's still good if you have someone you can talk to. Some people are still coming here if they need advice or help. Yesterday I had a pair, which wanted a old fashioned marriage. Or for example parents who have problematic children.” The old woman smirks at me and I smile back at her.
”Ha! How could the great Me be a problem child. I am Seria herself after all!” -Seria
”You shouldn't use her name like that. It's true that things have changed. But if I believe my memories, she still saved us all.” The old priestess smile becomes a little bit forced.
”But I am Seria! I may have lost some memories because I died but I am the creator of this world. Hmpf!” -Seria
”Oho! So you really are HER? But why did you die? I never heard of something like that.” -Priestess
”To give you back your memories and powers of course. Did ya think it wouldn't come with a price to betray the Council.” -Seria
”Hmmm.” The priestess still looks like she doesn't believe her and looks with pity into my eyes. You are thinking I have a delusional child. Right?
”Fine! I will prove it! Who ELSE than the great Goddess Seria herself... Could ride on the KING's head!?” She pats my head from above.
The woman looks doubtfully at me, then she goes pale. ”Y...y... your majesty! I am sorry, I didn't recognize you. Why are you here all alone!?” She hastily stands up and bows to me.
”It's fine. I am just a mount today. Seria wants to see her world..... though I assume she just tried to get away from her mother.”
Seria starts to fidget on my shoulders. ”That's not true. I am not afraid of mom..... though she is very strict with me.”
”And your brother distracting her for a moment has nothing to do with you running away at every possible opportunity?” I ask her with a sarcastic tone.
”Wh.. what are you thinking? I totally did not bribe my brother to distract her.” -Seria
”kukuku... to think the king would go for a walk in my church. The world surely has changed.” The old woman chuckles.
”Though it looks like it didn't go well for the church.” I contemplate while I look at my surroundings.
”It's true. But I think that the people may realize at some point that the church did more than promise a great afterlife.” The old woman answers hopefully.
”Daddy, can you repair the churches?”-Seria
”I have no money for something like this. They don't even have a proper use any more.” I won't waste money on those buildings.
”What about the historical value! Cheapskate! I will use mom against you!” Seria makes a serious threat and my face drops.
For a second I think about her possibilities and then I shudder. ”I... I will consider it.”
”See old hag? Another proof! Who else than the goddess could give orders to the King?” Her voice is really high and mighty now.
The old woman really smiles with pity at me now. ”Hah, I thank you for your help my goddess. But even if the temples would be renovated, there is still the lack of people.”
”Why don't you create a guild for spiritual guidance then. There are still enough mysteries and questions about the universe. There is always a new horizon behind the old one.” Seria shouts out.
”Hoh. I may do that.” The old woman smiles warmly at Seria. Looks like she still doesn't believe that she is her former goddess.
”Daddy, can we take a look at the new park?! I heard they rebuild it more wonderfully than before my brother nuked it!” Seria pulls at my horns while I sigh and wave goodbye to the priestess.
I turn and walk outside.
”Brrrrm! Step on the gas daddy! We need to be there before mommy finds out that we are gone.” Again she urges me forward and I walk down the plaza.