The End

I always imagined myself as something other than the binding variable of time. Constantly moving every second of me forward and dying with it every moment a new one emerged. It was a simple concept really, that I died almost every day. I knew how important it was to keep the universe going, but just as it was important, it was exhausting... and I was burned out.

I had always dreamed of retiring and settling down somewhere, maybe by the lake, own a house full of mirrors maybe... I don't know. I always liked mirrors. I was always able to see myself for who I really was — the ungrateful deity that was too stuck up to share himself with anyone. Mirrors never lied to me. The other deities however, loathed my very being to the core beneath their plastic smiles. I couldn't blame them. I was cruel and unpleasant, and I was determined to remain alone and bitter for the rest of my dying life. I was truly unmotivated and gladly would've faced absolute death just to end my spiteful existence. I had nothing to live for. Luckily for me, as a mortal deity, I would eventually cease forever. Consequently, I went through the motions day by day, awaiting my time of dying. However, my feelings towards my mortality took a quick turn one day, when I was faced with a sudden change of heart.

The council had convened in the house of gods when I saw her for the first time on that fateful day. I didn't know her for long and it could've just been a chance encounter, but I was instantly enchanted by her essence. I couldn't explain the pull I had towards her and yet I wanted to explore more of this feeling. I had met my match, as they say... sadly, it could not be.

She was immortal. Seldom did she roam among us mortal beings. I was time itself and yet I couldn't go back to the moment we met and make it last a lifetime.

I had to set it right.

I needed to reinvent myself. I needed to see her again. I convinced myself that I could change and be an all-giving deity for a chance at love. I would have to give up all that I had selfishly guarded from the very beginning. More of me...

Time.

I needed to become immortal.

Ah, it didn't sound too bad, walking down an endless flight of stairs to the land of the eternal. I could endure a few painful tendons and calves if it meant that I could live and love forever. Alas, the forces of the universe didn't think so, and to this, they came knocking me off my high horse.

As I walked down the Forever staircase, high up in the clouds, I awaited my reward once I reached the other side. I felt a sizzle about myself as I drew close... I was anxious, good anxious... then the air changed. The sudden warm humidity in the air fogged my vision. By the time I was in motion, mid air; my face to the sky and my back racing faster to shatter into a million pieces once I hit the ground, it was too late. I hadn't seen it coming, still hadn't seen what hit me, but I knew it was all over. Just steps away from seeing her again, I had been pushed over by a force I was yet to learn would never let me become immortal.

I would die eventually. Mr Fluff, who I was yet to meet, would assure me so. Without ever seeing the mystery woman who had cast her spell on me. Stubborn as you can imagine, I set out to prove Mr Fluff wrong.

..... .....

I couldn't tell if it was the anger I felt or the various broken bones that caused me great pain once the whole ordeal was over. I couldn't move anything, and I refused my new reality. It probably would've just been a few more steps and I would have never had to conform to mediocre mortal rules again. Death and dying, all could've been part of my past. I must've missed a step... How could I have missed a step? That fog! Where had it come from?

As I lay there helplessly in the thick grass amidst a dense rainforest, birds singing like they didn't know I had just lost any chance at a purpose in my long miserable life, I was overcome with dread. I took in one breath, and then another. What could've pushed me? I thought.

I didn't know it then but this very moment would be the origin of my distaste for whatever force it was that had taken me down. We could've been friends, him and I but now... I would hate him with all of my fleshy being.

Mr Fluff...

A shadowy figure hovered above me moments after I had descended. As I struggled to recollect myself and my shattered bones, a hand reached out to me. Because I couldn't get up by myself, and figured I'd be laying there for hours, I took it. I knew he had been the cause for my fall, and I was ready to confront him... but my back was killing me! I continued to fall in and out of consciousness for a time. When I was finally able to form real words and speak, the person was gone.

I decided that I had to recover first anyway, before I could really take on anyone, so for the next few weeks that followed, I stayed put in the cruel ambience of the rainforest. Every so often, I would try to knock out the annoying singing birds in the trees with my self-made sling shot but all my attempts were vain. I then amused myself the rest of the time with light satire that I would've sucked as a medieval stone thrower. I chuckled to myself.

Truly, I would've sucked.