False Goddess

699 B.C - Midgard: Ocean

Asera could be seen sitting on a small sail boat in the middle of an ocean, no land in site.

The goddess stood at the helm of the ship, taking in the breeze with a soft smile on her face. The girl had been on a journey across the world for about a year now. Scáthach had pointed her in the direction of someone who could teach her the magic of the gods of Midgard.

So, the goddess made her way out of Ireland and set sail towards the Mediterranean sea.

The girl continued looking ahead, a storm churning directly in her path. She sighed, seeing that the wind was pushing her in the direct direction of the storm.

"Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later, I might as well prepare for the first storm of my journey." Asera said, conjuring a tarp to cover her sleeping area and food. Then, she conjured an anchor and put it in the ocean, hoping to stop her movement.

She looked back up with a frown, seeing that both her boat and the storm were seemingly magnetized to eachother.

Asera felt for magical energy, hoping that this wasn't supposed to be an attack. After all, she had heard that a pirate child of Midgard's sea god roamed these waters.

She felt magic being drawn from the ley lines under the ocean, powering the storm and drawing both her boat and the storm together. Then, there was a massive amount of power being drawn from somewhere to the west, also powering the storm. Asera assumed this was the person creating the storm.

The goddess scowled, knowing this was an attack. She was going to ride out the storm and not try to prevent it thinking it was just natural, but knowing it was magical in nature, she knew she would most likely have to avoid it.

Asera used Gáe Luvi as a wand, having carved thousands of tiny runes onto the spear, enhancing it's speed, sharpness, durability, and magical capabilities.

She began to conjure wind, forcing the sails in the opposite direction, but as she did that, the waters below her began to pull her towards the storm aswell. Of course, she had dispelled her anchor first.

Sighing slightly, she knew she probably wasn't going to make it out of the storm, so she prepared as many defenses as she could.

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699 B.C - Atlantis: Throne Room

Poseidon was scowling in anger. He had felt what he considered a false goddess enter the ocean a few months ago, but he couldn't do much about it as she was in other ocean gods' territory.

Now though, she had entered his realm and he could put an end to the false goddess, something he had wanted to do since he had noticed her.

"My love, are you sure you want to do this, we may consider her a false goddess, but from her perspective, we are the false deities." Amphirite, Poseidon's wife said, concern in her voice. "After all, this may start a Pantheon War, and the last time this happened, nothing was left, all the Pantheon's involved had to work together to repair everything."

"They have already broken the treat Amphirite, the Norse just being here is against the rules." Poseidon said, scowl still masking his face.

"You know that's not true, the treaty states that no hostile actions may be taken against another Pantheon, not that different Pantheons can't visit each other's territory."

Poseidon frowned, knowing his wife was right, so, the god called off his storm and decided he would try and scare off the false goddess without breaking the treaty.

So, the god began to swim to her sailboat, ready to make a deal and get the False Goddess out of his territory for good. And if all else fails, he'll just make her getting lost at sea look like an accident. After all, the other Pantheons can't blame something that looked to be an accident.

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699 B.C - Midgard: Ocean

Asera watched in intrigue as the storm died down, and her course was automatically corrected.

For some reason, her attacker had called off his attack and decided to let her pass. She had no idea why, but she stayed on guard, not wanting something to strike her without being prepared.

Then, the girl heard water form behind her and found a man with pitch black hair, tanned skin, and sea green eyes standing behind her.

She held up Gáe Luvi, pointing the tip at the man who appeared on her boat. "Who are you? Why are you here. Answers or you will be stabbed in the left eye."

Poseidon scowled, calming himself quickly. "I am Poseidon, god of the Ocean and you False Goddess, and encroaching on my territory."

Asera raised her eyes in realization that he was one of Midgard's gods. She let her spear down, having read about the treaty and hoping that he wouldn't count what she had done as a hostile act.

After all, she may hate Odin, but Asgard was still her home, she didn't wish it to be destroyed.

"Sorry about that, I didn't know who you were. Anyway, sorry about 'encroaching on your territory,' but I just need to make my way to an island. I've been looking for someone to teach me your Midgardian magic and my former teacher had pointed me in the direction. As soon as possible, I'll get out of your ocean." Asera said, in what she had dubbed her 'Royalty Voice' from when she was a child.

"No, tell me what island you're going to, I'll send you there and then you'll leave my ocean for good." Poseidon said, glare in his eye.

Asera gave the man a nod, acknowledging his terms. After all, she didn't plan to come back to the ocean any time soon.

Then, in a flash of light, she found herself at an island, a Greek temple at the center.