"Please... just kill me... no more... end this suffering! I demand you! I... demand you to end me..."
Things in the old days might have seemed peacefull, but they were far from it. The gods created the land and all of it's beauty, this is true, but they created a darker side. Mortals were the servants of the lods, but the gods had servants of even higher ranks. Not mortals nor gods, but somewhere in between. These creatures were the gods slaves, so to speak, to carry out duties on the earth. This story is one of a great gods servant who escaped and was cursed to never return.
Verislana, a peacefull village outside of the great waters. Once known to be the birth place of the first god, Verislana is, in lack of a better word, submerged by places of worship. I grew up in this village with my mother, my father was forced into a war, and never returned. Our story begins when I first met Travulsa, the giant with no name.
He was a large milk colored man with hair like a fine brown silk, odd, because all the people here were of dark skin and hair of a black sheep. He was lieing by the great waters, possibly drouning. I aproached him slowly, verry nervously as I was only a young boy at the age of 6. As I came closer I realised he had the mark of the gods on the small of his back.
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