Moth infested library

@ShyCecropia

Looking forward to see this white canvas be painted with a wonderful array of colors!🦋

The goddess known as Mother Nature - TW hints at SA

Any pages before this have been lost to water damage

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? A new goddess that I wasn’t informed about?” He caresses her arm with one hand and brings a rose up to her face with the other. “I don’t believe I ever caught your name darling.” She pushes the rose away, turning to face him.

“It’s Nyra, now if I do recall your name is… hm” she puts a finger to her lips as though deep in thought. “Ah yes it was Theodore right?” He locks eyes with her, stunned for a moment.

“Theseus actually. Though,'' he puts a hand on her waist, “I do believe you kne_ that Nyra.” She makes no move to hide the disgust and discomfort that wash up on her face.

“I need to be going, Alexius is waiting for me.” She spins out of his arm and ______ _______ away, feeling his eyes on her the whole time. She finds Alexius, her ___ brother, and links arms with him.

_____ ____ night as Nyra was getting more nectar for Alexius, a few other gods/goddesses, and herself.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you” he once again places a hand on her _____, turning her to face him. “Nyra, that wasn’t very respectful of you. You know you are supposed to respect the other gods until you are able to earn our respect. Only then are you looked at like a god.” She once again makes no move to ____ ___ _________ this brings her.

“Theseus. I’m going to give you ten seconds to remove your hand before I show you why I’m respected.” He looks at her, and chuckles.

“Darling, is that supposed to be a threat? Honestly I know ____ well I have no reason to respect you. I can still treat you as the mortal you are till you earn Alos’s respect, and last time I checked, you have yet to do that.”

She is silent for a few seconds then in a low voice, “Times up.” She grabs him by the elbow, flipping him onto his head in the span of a second. He cries out, without realizing, ___ _______ stands again. Knowing that everyone is looking at them. “Now, Theseus God of Love and War, do I have your respect yet or shall I flip you once more?” He locks eyes with her, leans in and says,

“This isn’t over.” Before walking out. She looks around and smiles at everyone who had been watching, before grabbing their flasks once again and returning to her seat.

A few weeks later, as Nyra was heading to Renia’s (a goddess that has been working to earn the respect for centuries) ceremony. Theseus snuck up behind Nyra.

“Nyra. What the ____ were you thinking in starting a rivalry with me, the god of war?” She turns, looking him in the eyes.

“I was thinking I can and will beat you in battle well, war, to not only prove my worth to Alos, but to also make ____ _____ like you leave __ ___ ____ alone.” He smirks,

“Fine then. If you win it is obvious that will happen, but what if I win hm?” She smiles slightly, resisting the urge to say ‘you won't’

“You can do whatever ___ ____ you ____ __ me, no consequences.” He looks down at her, a grin spreading across his face.

“Deal, tomorrow, the battlefield, high sky. No rules, you win when the other gives up.” She smiles and holds out her hand. They shake on it, barbed wire and roses coming out of his veins and wrapping around her wrist. Flowers and pure light (_______ cannot exist without ___ purest darkness) coming ___ __ __r veins and wrapping around his wrist.

The next day, all the gods and goddesses (including the newest goddess Renia) have gathered at the battlefield to watch the battle.

Nyra and Theseus walk onto the battlefield in sync, coming face to face,

“Last chance to back out before we start,” Nyra says.

“Same to you darling.” Theseus responds, raising his right hand, the hand closest to the audience. Nyra does the same, telling Alos they are ready to begin and neither wishes to back out. Alos descends in his chariot,
“No rules, you win when the other backs out. If both participants have agreed to these conditions we shall begin” Nyra nods as does Theseus, they turn, their backs nearly touching and begin walking. Two paces, she readies herself, knowing he will hit first. Five paces, she knows his strategy, it's always the same, and she knows how to counter it. Ten, when is Alos going to tell us to start? Elev-
“Begin!” Nyra whips around, blinding Theseus with the light of a thousand stars. He creates a wall of spears, blocking the light. She pulls a walnut out of her pocket and throws it against the spears, it immediately grows into a tree, engulfing him in a sea of green. Barbed wire wraps around the base of the tree, she stops the tree from growing, walking over slowly. She stands at the base,

“Theseus? You still alive in there?” She waits for a few minute’s, when she hears nothing she begins to wither the tree. When she sees the Ichor flowing down the bark she begins to wither it quicker. She hears the collective gasp as Theseus drops, impaled with his own spears. She looks up to Alos, since Theseus never said he gave up, does she have to continue? Alos looks down and waves a hand toward Theseus. She walks over to him, and crouches beside him, inches away from his face.

“I hate to say it but you still haven’t given up Sugar. All I need is a little tap of the hand and we can go our separate ways.” Theseus lays limp still. She places a hand on his chest, she begins to pull his own roses out of his chest. He groans and lifts a hand, placing it on her back and tapping, twice, before going limp once more. She stands as Alos declares her victorious, Uthos god of health and life, runs over to Theseus and begins to heal him.

“Tomorrow we will hold yet another ceremony, the ceremony of Nyra at high sky.” Alos declares.

 The world is a cruel thing. Peace eludes me, I fear I will be alone forever.

“Oh Callie~!” A boy, somewhere around no more than fifteen, hears as he walks out of the school. A group of boys his peers stalks behind him.
“Oh come on Callie, let's not make this worse than it has to be.” His shoulders tense and he quickens his pace. Some of the boys smile chuckle. I glance at the group following the boy ‘Callie’ and decide to follow help ____.

“Callie, you know how this ends. Might as well give up on the escape. You have tried it so many times before.” One of the boys slows to reach into his bag, pulling out a binder, a big binder. It is astonishing no one attempts to help him, not even the teachers. The boy breaks into a run, as do I and the rest of the boys group. I look back and watch as the boy gets ready to throw it, likely to trip ‘Callie’. I turn to be running move behind him, hopeful I can at least slow the binder down as it passes through me. But to my surprise I am hit with the binder, tripping me and throwing me into ‘Callie’ him. I yelp in shock of the impact, it hit me? How is this possible? Nothing has ever been able to touch me in thousands of years?

That was how it all started, a simple binder thrown at an outcast I pitied. Now I must follow this child around as his classmates ask him to perform meaningless tasks.
“Calvin! Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you. I wanted to invite you to my birthday party this weekend!” A girl, Molly, whom Calvin happens to fancy shouts. Calvin, the antisocial nerd boy turned talk of the town big-shot in the span of a day, stares at her in shock for a moment before responding, in a very small voice might I add.
“Oh! Uhm sure, I would, I would love to.” Molly grins and hands him an invitation, for the address, she says. Calvin smiles as she walks off, presumably to her next class. He opens his locker again and places his

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