My story begins much like that of other Heroes and Heroines. I was born of humble beginnings. A product of Curiosity, Desire and more than a little Boredom. My Divine Goddess, Cleophas, set upon a quest to find that which would provide entertainment for her. Entertainment that would quell the empty spaces of time between tasks that otherwise occupy a Goddess’ life. And so the quest led her to a world named Godville, a place of Heroes and Heroines, foes and friends. Godville, the place of my birth.
In the year of my Goddess 2012 deep within the month referred to by her as “May”, I was born, though she says “created”. I awoke to find myself in the Capitol of Godville, Godville. Yes it has a redundancy to it. My young mind was confused. Is this place a world, a burgh, a torturous den of confusing duplicity designed to drive a Heroine to insanity? I had little time to ponder these questions, my Goddess had created me for a purpose and she was calling me to it. My Goddess’ purpose was a GoldenTemple.
“Build me a Golden Temple!” said my Creator “Grand in its scale and beauty, it is to be made with 1000 bricks of gold!” I was overtaken by fear and wonder. “My Goddess, how can you ask this of me? I am but one humble Heroine, not yet even a day old!” It was overwhelming. I fell to my knees and wept in sheer terror at the scale of what I’d been asked, I wept for what seemed like an eternity, I wept until no more tears could fall from my eyes. As I lay in a heap, weeping unapologetically, passersby ignored me while children mocked, calling out “Heroine, heroine where is thy Goddess?”.
The taunting was unbearable. I crawled away, unable to face the possibility of a creator who had placed me in a seemingly impossible situation with no regard for my innocence and no manner with which to seek comfort. I crawled aimlessly until I came upon a post with the most hideous of creatures tied to it. Raising my head and clearing the dust from my eyes I spied a building not more than a few steps from the hitched creature. The building, being unremarkable in appearance, was labeled with a sign that read “Tavern”. “What manner of place is this?” I wondered to myself.
Coming from within the confines of this “Tavern” there were voices and sounds of merriment . The jocular sounds of festivity drew me like a moth to flame. The wonderment of it made me all but forget the distress and despair that brought me to gaze upon this doorway. I raised myself up out of the dust, unable to defend against the force that was drawing me inside. When I crossed the threshold, I found myself staring at a most curious scene of Heroes and Heroines surrounded by wenches and lads, scantily clad, vying for their attention. The crowds surrounding the Heroes were shouting, calling to them, begging to be regaled by tales of their journeys and battles. I sat at a table and ordered a drink the bar wench called “Beer”, sipping on it absently while listening to fascinating tales of battles with ferocious monsters the likes of which I could scarcely imagine when suddenly someone entered shouting “A round on Guild Name, I’ve just finished my temple!” There is hope!
“What is this, my Goddess? You called upon me to build a temple of gold in your Honor with no explanation or design. You watched me despair in the extreme enormity of its scale. You stood by in silence while I drowned in anguish, searching for answers and guidance, all the while knowing the task you had set me upon was not of the enormity I had imagined… You are clever my Goddess! For only by following a path from despair to discovery and working through my fear and trepidation could I come to realize that you ask no more of me than that of which I am capable! Bravo, my Goddess, bravo. I will gladly build a temple in your Honor, you have yourself a Heroine!”