Wyn made a biome (Crystalline Expanse), then killed a not!dragon (drakhorey?) and then made living beings in the Sea of Reflection and a giant snake that turns people to stone on the island of Ze’Kelia’s statue. There’s also gems there that enhance fire magic and rage.
Wyn laid upon a sandy beach, arms behind her head, ankles crossed and eyes closed as she basked in the sunlight on a warm breezy day. Who knew killing a lesser being could take so much out of a God? That and she didn’t really have any need to rush. In fact, right after she cleaned herself she had decided to stare at her reflection for a few days. Actually, she didn’t know how long she did but now she had decided to relax before moving on. The Crystalline Expanse called to her, life needed to be seeded there and she had been mulling over many ideas. From animals that reflected light and shined like her shimmering serpents, to creatures made of the crystals. Perhaps she would even make a guardian for the place. Decisions decisions.
For now a nap didn't sound so bad…
"This way Jonah, I-I can smell it!" He grunted as he climbed the craggy hill side. His fingers bleed from the sharp and jagged rocks and his clothes were torn asunder, full of holes and stains. Even his shoes were falling apart but by the will of anything that was holy left in the world, he could smell something fresh. Something that gave him hope and it was only just over the damn hill.
"Careful Erik! We need to be careful! Take things slow!" Jonah called up to him and Erik glanced down. The younger man was in as equal a state as he was. His tattered cloak whipped in the wind and his dirty face peered back up at him with blue eyes hidden in a tangle of unwashed hair. How long had it been since they met? A day? A A month? A year? It was hard to recollect without keeping track of the days. It felt like it was yesterday he arrived at that camp, where he mingled with survivors and how Jonah and he escaped when the monsters came. But now... Now there was a light in the sky and oh how it was glorious! Night came and day came just as his father had been told by his father. Times were changing at last.
Erik looked back up, they were almost there! Just a bit more climbing and they'd reach the top where destiny awaited! He could feel it! "Come on Jonah, we're almost there! Salvation is just on the other side!"
"We've come so far Erik! Past the lands we've been told about, what if there isn't anything there! What if we're just chasing forgotten dreams!" Jonah shouted back up, cussing up a storm as his foot hit something sharp.
"Have some damn faith Jonah! Have I ever steered us wrong!" Erik winced at his own words and dared not look down at Jonah as silence reigned for a time. What had been done to survive had been done with a heavy heart. That's what he told himself… That's what was needed. Jonah would figure that out one day. Or he'd die.
Erik finally reached the top of the ledge with a grunt, breath heavy with exhaustion and fatigue. He extended an arm out for Jonah but the man didn't take it. Instead he pulled himself up and collapsed in a heap next to the ledge breathing heavily. There was a moment that Erik realized how easy it would be to off the man for slighting him over and over for what he had helped with. To put an end to the heated stares and bitter silence. No! What was he thinking… They were so close to being saved! As quickly as the thought came it left Erik feeling shame and guilt. He pushed it down, for now was not the time for that but instead to look towards the future. He turned around and continued on, it was a slight incline but nothing like what they had just done. When he at last crested the hill, he gasped.
“Jonah… Jonah! JONAH! We’re SAVED!” he shouted before his voice broke out into a mad laugh. He fell to his knees but did not care for the pain or the struggles that had gotten them to that point. It no longer mattered… For before him was the colors of paradise. Jonah stopped beside him, the man likewise falling to his knees, mouth open and eyes wide. His lips curved into a smile and tears streamed down his face.
“Y-You were right… That’s… w-water. Water… Oh how I missed you.” he cried, his mirth becoming that of great sadness and longing.
They stayed like that as they rested, taking in the sight of a hope realized.
After a time, Erik finally got to his feet and extended a hand for Jonah. “Probably a day away, if you got it in you.”
The man grinned and took his hand. “Let’s get to it.”
Erik nodded and they were off.
The first thing Jonah did when he got to the beach was run for the water. He was thirsty, so thirsty. Their water had run out just after they reached the peak and now it was a mad dash for refreshment. When he reached the water he fell in and the sensation of being wet for the first time in his life shocked him to the core. It was magical, and amazing and he took a large gulp of water in his mouth reveling in the moment before spitting it out.
It tasted… Salty? If there was one thing he knew about water, it was that they could only drink it without any contamination or risk illness, then a very painful death. He heard Erik coming to his own realization and the two looked at one another.
"W-W-We can boil it right? We can still- we can still salvage this!" Erik decried trudging to the pack he dropped on the beach. Jonah watched him go, anger boiling. He cupped the water between his hands and looked upon it with disdain. This was supposed to be a happy moment… One full of hope and relief. Now… Now they would at least die somewhere pleasant. Erik was frantically searching through his pack for a pot, tossing out old materials and items with little regard for where they ended up.
Jonah clambered to shore and for once, scanned it from where he stood, looking both ways for something… Anything that might save them. Perhaps a freshwater spring…. Or or… What was that?
He squinted and blocked the sun from his eyes as he looked upon a strange pale shape. It almost blended in with the sand but something shiny caught his eye. It sparkled in the reflection of the water. He began to walk towards it as Erik sounded a triumphant yell. He had found a pot.
"Jonah we can drink this I promise!" He said, coming to his side. "Jonah? What are you…" his voice faded. "What is that?" He whispered not long after.
Jonah did not answer and as the two walked closer it became evidant what they were looking at. It was a sleeping girl. A band on her finger sparkled but other then that she was completely naked and by all that was good in the world- She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It felt wrong just to look at her but he could not pull his eyes away from her. Everything about her was just… Perfect. Too perfect. The wrongness he felt in his heart made it best faster and perhaps the length of three persons did he stop advancing. Erik did not stop however.
Jonah caught his wrist and the man took several seconds to even acknowledge him. When Erik looked back his face was contorted into one of longing and lust. It was a look he knew all too well.
"No!" He hissed quietly. Erik yanked his wrist free and grimaced. "You can't." Jonah followed up.
"I-I…" There was a moment of recognition on his face, one that Jonah also knew. Like he fought himself for what was right, battling demons. Then Erik's faced hardened and Jonah braced himself. "You just want her for yourself don't you!" He whispered with venom. "I see how you look at me. How you've looked at me. You think your better then me don't you?" Don't you! Ever since that day you couldn't control yourself. Why can't I have a little fun before we die?"
Jonah took a step back, bewildered. "What are you… That's not true… It was you who couldn't stop. It was you. W-We need her. She's obviously alive and looks in good shape, she could get us water and food Erik. Please, don't do this."
"Keep her... alive? So that you… So that you could plot against me with an ally! No… No… she's mine. I need this…" he said, taking a knife from his belt.
Jonah's eyes widened and he began to back up further. "Erik… You aren't thinking straight… Stop this. I-I-I don't blame you for what happened… We all have urges but this… I can't let it happen again."
Things seemed to slow down. Jonah opened his mouth to yell but Erik pounced forward. He was too focused on stopping the knife hand and Erik punched him in the throat. He choked on his breath as Erik landed on top of him, putting all of his might into pushing the knife down into his chest. Jonah could feel his arms straining under the pressure. He tried to use his legs for leverage but Erik was a big man and overpowered them with his full weight on top of him. It was over in an instant as Jonah felt a piercing pain and then again and again. He tried to scream but a beefy hand covered his mouth. His life flashed before him, and the sickening feeling of dying gripped his soul. He looked up at Erik with hatred as his body grew weak and his vision went dark…
He was afraid.
Tears streamed down Erik's face as he smeared fresh blood across his face as he wiped them from his eyes. He couldn't let Jonah have her. He couldn't. No matter how much it pained him to lose his friend. But the task was done and now… Now it was time for his prize.
He turned around beginning to unfasten his pants but the woman was gone.
"How barbaric…" A sweet voice rang out from behind him. Instinctively he turned to see the woman standing over Jonah's body. "How indignant. How utterly monstrous…" she looked at him with pale eyes and he felt his heart explode with a fervor. She scowled, "And you're even worse. So... hideous and deformed. To think I wear the bones of such a creature. It makes me sick."
”Then again… You can be improved, can’t you?” She seemed to say to herself as Erik’s thoughts questioned what he had heard. She seemed unphased by Jonah’s death but thought he was… Ugly? ”Ugh.” she said, rubbing the bridge of her nose. ”Your eyes undress me still. Disgusting. But not to worry, creature. I will make you better.” Before Erik could open his mouth to protest, before he could do anything- she was before him in a flash.
Wyn felt the man’s neck snap beneath her fingertips. His body going limp before she let it drop to the sandy floor. She grimaced as she looked at her hand. She had touched a dirty thing and she felt unclean but it would have to wait, wouldn’t it? She had work to do and it would, unfortunately, require more contact. She brought the bodies side by side and then began her beautification.
The man who had been stabbed would be the first. She could still hear a faint heartbeat, but it was of little concern to her. If he survived, he survived, regardless what he became would be different then what he was now. She tore the fabric that he wore off to see what she had to deal with and Wyn became thoroughly repulsed. Very lean, hardly any muscle and his ribs were beginning to show. Plus there was all the stab wounds and the blood. He lifted into the air with a thought and his limbs became outstretched. Wyn stopped the bleeding and sealed the wounds with a thought and then took him down to the water. There, she cleansed him of his filth by having the water wrap around him in a torrent. Just enough to rop the dirt and grime free, not enough to tear and rip.
She summoned the other man and his corpse floated by, clothes disintegrating as they did. He was well built but skinny with lesions and scars all over his body. She repeated the process and when that was done she settled them on the sand and returned to the first man. She laid a hand upon his chest and like the clay she herself had been modeled from, Wyn began to shape the man’s flesh. His skeleton was straightened to have perfect posture, his chest and shoulders were broadened, he was given defined muscles- subtle to the eye but still glamorous. Then she worked upon his face, removed the scars and blemishes, fixed and straightened his nose, lips and brows. She left his eye color alone, as Wyn did like that shade of blue. She then whitened his hair and let it grow thicker and long.
Satisfied with him, she moved onto the other man and redefined him completely. First Wyn stripped him off his manhood, made his skeleton smaller, narrowed the shoulders and made the body shapely. Womanly, like herself, with curves, ample breasts, a lean face with high cheekbones and symmetry. She fixed her broken neck and straightened her spine and removed any sort of diseased skin and blemish. Her eye color was brown, so Wyn changed it to be pale, like her own. Then she made her hair long so that it would fall and reach the middle of her back and like the man, she bleached it of color and it became white.
When this was done and Wyn was satisfied with their work she made their bodies pale in color and despite the sunlights reflection from the water, it would remain pale and never darken. She then clapped her hands and they began to stir.
Slowly but surely did they regard the world around them with wide eyes, sitting up to look at each other and then Wyn.
”Your name is Jonah, do you remember it?” She asked the man. He looked up at her blinking, then looked at his hands.
“I…” He seemed startled by his new voice. It was deeper than before. “I was dead…”
”Dying, not dead. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now. I gave you a second chance. Fixed you. Changed you for the better. Never forget that I, Wyn, am your God. Now and forever.” she said, and then looked at the woman, who avoided her gaze.
”Jonah, the Erik you knew is dead, however. For his crime, his body was changed into that which he lusted over. Her name shall be Vera and she is yours.” Wyn crossed her arms and snapped her fingers. A pile of white cloth sprang up beside them.
”You have but one simple task- breed. Make babies, as the saying goes, I think. I’ll give you one hundred years of perfect health and youth to accomplish this and bring more of humanity, in my image, to life. You will do this in payment of the debt you owe me. Understood?” Wyn said, looking at her nails.
“Goddess, um… That’s great and all but how are we going to survive?” Jonah asked her and when Wyn caught his gaze, he looked away too.
”You tell me, you’re the one who lived in this heap of a land. Don’t you have survival skills? There is a sea behind you with fish and edibles, the river that feeds this water is fresh, go find it or something. Survive and thrive, or die.” Wyn frowned and then rubbed her temple while sighing. ”Fine, I suppose if I want you to live I’ll have to help further.” She snapped her finger and the land behind the beach, sprouted greens and then a large cliff face rose up from the land and from it came the visage of Wyn in her eternal beauty and from her eyes came a stream of tears that fell to the land below. It was not long before a stream of water came rushing past them and into the sea.
”At the base you will find a large lake, go there and populate this land.” Wyn commanded.
“Very well goddess, but if I might ask, why? Why help me, er, us?” Jonah asked as Vera looked off towards the visage of Wyn.
The goddess shrugged, ”I was bored and you were downright hideous. It’s better then death, right?” she then turned to leave but stopped and looked back, ”Oh, one day I have no doubt your descendants will explore the sea. Never set foot upon the island of the sun.” She pointed at the distant glow that hovered over the water. ”You would surely die.” She then departed, off to who knows where.
Jonah watched the goddess leave and then turned to Vera, who was using her finger to draw something in the sand. She sure was pretty and didn’t really remind him of Erik, which was good.
“So… We should probably get a move on.” he said after a few moments of staring.
Vera looked at him and gave a small smile.
Wyn takes a nap. Two humans find her sea after a bit of a journey. They try to drink the water but it’s salt and so get even more desperate. They spot Wyn sleeping and things take a dark twist where one gets stabbed and the other gets their neck broken by Wyn. She then fixes them up and beautifies them up her standards. She makes a small mountain cliff side next to her sea with a statue of herself on the side, crying tears of fresh water. She tells them to go there and make kids or whatever. Fin.