5 Gods I

There it is! Of course there are gods on this world! Perhaps they are responsible for the current state I´m in? Waitwaitwait... that can´t be it... there shouldn´t be a reason for this worlds gods to reincarnate a person like me from another world... so... WHY? Is it technologie? I doubt that since I´m not a very knowlegdeable person in this regard... If i were a god and wanted to introduce better technology into my world I would reincarnate someone like Stephen Harkins - since he would definetly enjoy a new life... perhaps? Or someone like....uhm what was his name again? The guy who wanted to create catgirls... that one... Or someone who actually tried to live like them, since there are many people who post videos on the Internet. So probably not because of my *cough* knowlegde. So why...

Well, there is the possibility, that it wasn´t them. Since I don´t know anything about them it is hard to think of anything... I know mom did sing about a few legends here and there, but it was mostlly about guys beating the crap out of other guys and getting girls or about how weak the little people are. But some did mention legends about chosen heroes and the like. It´s basically the same storyline just with gods involved. Which god was it again? D...Dom..... Domhain? Yes! Domhain... was it the god of the earth?

Let´s just ask mom about it... I´m sure she can sing me a song about the greatness of the gods or something like that.

Before I knew it my feets had already carried me from the trainingplace in the middle of the village to our hut near the forest at the very egde of the village. Compared to the other huts around here it is a lot bigger even though only I and my mom live here. Mom told me that the greater the warrior the bigger the house the village will give them and they will live further away from the center. It seems my mother is quite strong herself and the only one who could beat her was that bearhole apparently. I can imagine the hopes and dreams of the village for a strong and big child, but they got me. I´m far too small even for a normal kid not to mention the kid of the greatest warriors.

.

.

.

I´m really glad my mother did keep me.

Did you know? In ancient greek there was a militaristic citystate called sparta. When a disabled child was born they threw the kid of a cliff. It wouldn´t be strange if something similar would be done here, too. They really appreciate strenght and me? I should be everything they despise. I probably look more like one of those small people and let me tell you they normally get punched, which in most cases means death for them. The only saving grace I have is mom. She is well respected in the village and I know she did beat the crap out of some of them.

"You are back, Arn?"

I got yanked out of my thoughts, when my name got called. I looked up and saw the gentle smiling face of my mother. I could feel a smile creeping up on my face. It is hard to resist a beautiful smile, even if the smiling woman is more than double my size. I really admired strong woman even in my past live. I myself wasn´t that strong bec.... wait! Is that why I was single? I wasn´t strong enough? Stop! Enough of that!

"Yes, mom. I am back." I let out a worn out sigh and watched my mother doing her weaving work.

My mom chuckled.

"I know what you think now. I can remember my first time listening to my teacher. He told some truly great and tall stories how he defeated foes and monsters. I got really inspired from them, right?"

I could almost see the reflection of her sparkling eyes illuminating her weaving work.

"Yeah..."

Should I tell her how boring those stories were?

"Let me guess..."

She excitedly continued

"Your teacher told you how he punched all manner of enemies to death, right? But let me tell you, you can´t simply punch everything to death."

Mom!! So you do understand!

"Sometimes you have to kick, too!"

She turned around and looked at me expectantly, but her excited face soon crumbled as she didn´t see the same excitement on my face. And her face became filled with worry.

"Arn... what is wrong?"

Seeing the worry in my mothers eye I could only look down in embarrassment.

"Sorry, mom. I can´t get the same excitement from those stories as the other kids and you obviously do..."

She stroke my head with her big hands and when I looked up I could see a smile on her face painted with a little bit of sadness.

"You know..."

She started hesistantly.

"There is always the possibility of being solely a collector and crafter."

I looked at her to try and find hidden disappointment in her, but the only thing I could feel from her was sadness.

"But even our crafters know how to fight and often enought they have to fend of animals or worse. I know it can be hard, but knowing how to fight is necessary."

I stod up and tried hugging her. She reflexively picked me up and returned my hug.

"I know, mom. I know..."

My voice cracked a bit at the end. I couldn´t stand the sadness in her eyes and I almost wanted to ask her why she was so sad about me not liking fighting, but I knew better. In the end she was one of the greatest warriors of this village.

Mom let out a heavy sigh.

"Even if you want to become a crafter, you still need the blessing of Doite. Only people blessed by him can become crafters. It has always been that way. You can never know, what plan the gods have for anyone of us."

Her words reminded me of a TV show in my old world:

The priest said: God has a plan for everyone of us.

The devil answered: I know! But why does everyone think it is a good one? And the pastor smiled.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

Why did you keep me?

Yeah, right... not gonna ask that! That would simply pain me and probably her, too.

"Can you tell me a story about the gods?"

"Sure."

With her voice I could feel her smile returning to her face.

"But first..."

And her tone became strict.

"...we train as long as Doites great light shines. Fom today onwards we will train in the day and in the evening I will tell you about the gods."

She put me down and ruffled my hair.

"Let´s start with running a..."

"Again?"

I interrupted her.

"Yes, no matter what running is a great way to trample your opponent! AND it can even destroy houses and buildings!"

Her eyes sparkled again. Probably excited to get to train with her daughter. I sighed and followed her outside. I don´t dislike training... but running is too monotonous. Well beats the alternative of getting beaten up.

"Let´s start! First one to stop cooks dinner!"

Wait, what? I take that back!