The New Pantheon

Gods of the New Pantheon is a series of Gods dealing with concepts and questions. They are discovering and coping with ideas bigger than themself, ideas we ourselves go through. We come up or experience concepts to big for a lifetime, we push them away when they get to heavy or say only God(s) have the answer. Aren't they then the embodiment of answers we seek?

The Gods of the new Pantheon are these things, the answers, or the questions or the concepts itself. They themself go through a story dealing with these questions or problems, and each shares them with us, helping us deal with the same concepts, questions or problems.

Meva

Meva the Goddess of Self-sacrifice, she represents the fight we have with past Horrors and present Furies. She is the giver of gifts at the end of those battles.

She tells her stories through stories, poems and rituals.

Meva's Story

Oldest of her siblings Meva represented once virginity and pureness, together with her family they represented family-hood and protected families. They lived a calm life, her father was the advisor for the gods, her mother protector of the realm and so she looked over her younger siblings, especially her younger brother blessed with curiosity. He got always lost in the forest playing and discovering new things encouraged by its curiosity, the new has to be unraveled, but became quickly boring. Her sister on the other hand lived in her own world and was easily satisfied, giving no care to the world.

Every day Meva was tasked to find her brother to bring home and every day he wandered deeper and deeper in to the forest. At one point it took her days to find her brother, but like always he jumps in her arms and she carried him home, at the table he told the most fascinating things he discovered, creatures he befriended, treasures that got lost, tunnels with beautiful rocks that glowed on touch or the wild river that sung, but when he told about the person he found in the forest, things changed. He became easier to find, sitting in an open clearing by himself, as she called for him he barely responds. A second time she calls for him and he responds, eyes like he was in some trance still happy to see her they walked home. At the table he doesn’t speak, asked if he found something new, he responds that he found nothing new, like it didn’t bother him. For a while it went like that.

You see her brother found indeed something new, but this thing was so powerful it felt new every time he discovered it. He couldn’t talk about it because he couldn’t describe it, like the other things he found. The new friend he found opened his eyes to an obsession, a discovery that exists, but not yet have occurred among them. As she was death, shapeless but present, they played every day and discovered things together, but his mind was focused on her. They were happy together, but in their hearts they wanted more, but couldn’t as she didn’t belong to his realm. This slowly corrupted his playful spirit, every time Meva found him she saw that he became more unhappier.

One day Meva walked with his brother to the forest edge where they stood for a while, she told him that it’s fine if he stayed, he faced his way bigger sister and hugged her then ran into to forest disappearing between the cover of trees. Meva waited for a while, a while that grew longer and longer, before she ran in his footsteps to the clearing she found him lately. When she reached the place she lost all traces of him, distraught she collapses to the ground a foul screaming is heard as she cried his name for days. As she opened her eyes she remembers her brothers stories he told her, she leaves the clearing to search for him in them, leaving marks on the trees and footprints on the ground. Months go by with no trace of him to find. Her fingers turn skinless scratching the trees, her screams deafen her own ears, still she searches on and retraces her own footsteps in the hope she finds him.

As the years go by she lost the power to walk and crawls onwards, losing herself to the once so beautiful forest it turned in to a cruel place haunting her day and night, still screaming his name and it screamed it back. Succumbing to her fears and sorrow she lays down motionless, with only her mind blaming her for her actions, she breaks down in tears looking to the sky clouded by the leaves of the trees, she closes them once more.

As she lets everything go, she begins to hear singing, as she follows the singing she sees the river, crawling toward the river she sees the clearing, in the moment she freezes and a maddening rage shoots up as she strucks the water in anger, blaming the clearing and the forest of this horror. She begins to scream and curse towards it, but the river prevents her from approaching. Hold back she begins to calm down in the shallow shore, she screams ‘’I have done everything and nothing helped, it was useless and you were just gazing at me like some innocence. I gave up the wrong things and now I lost everything.’’ She closes her eyes and sits on her knees, as the sound of the river once in front of her, she hears it in her back. With the realization see opens her eyes again, with the clearing in front of her, she stands up and walks to the center of the clearing. She sits down and says: ‘’I couldn’t accept, you were gone.’’ As she holds her brother, ‘’you were my beacon, but when you lost yours I couldn’t see it and I lost you when you needed me, but I did not know how to help you find it and now I see it, it’s too late.’’

A moment goes by in silence and the forest once twisted became beautiful in her sight, connected by tale she felt the presence of her brother. With her brother in her arms she carries him one last time home so they can share their last story.

After, she returns to the forest helping others with their journey to heal.

Meva's Poem

1, Wound

Symptoms

I see no more, I hear no more,

I sleep in terror, I wake in pain,

Once I stood tall, but you cut me down.

In your hollow, I became hollow,

In your leave, I disappeared,

I once stood tall, but you’ve cut me down.

Remedy

I dwindle between the soil and the bark,

Crackling the leaves and breaking the twigs,

Leaving fresh marks, but disappeared in the woods.

In the lone dwelling, I sunk far away,

Filling puddles and opening gulfs,

I went elsewhere to live, but slowly I die by it.

State

Nights became loud and days became grisly,

Shadows roam the dark and ghosts roam the light,

Horror fogged my mind and sorrow covered my heart,

Past became my present and present became my sight.

There is nothing and nothing awaits me,

In my far cry for help.

2, Journey

Source

It was not fair, unrighteous it gave,

Powerless I fought, Shieldless I defended,

Horrors that crossed and structed venom in to me.

Plagued by its furies, cursed by its tales,

Awake I’m fighting, asleep I defend,

For the cure I seek, does not exist.

Acceptance

Made by horrors, I let it grew.

Cared by furies, I let it consume.

Demons took my past, I took the future.

A happening became obsession,

A lie became reality,

A curse that came from you and me.

Weakened by actions, I stand.

Broken by fear, I walk.

Bonded by past trails, I reclaim direction.

Ongoing pursuit, pushes on.

Faithfull hymns, marches on.

Caried by night, guided by light.

3, Curing

Revelation

The past was my struggle,

The present was my obstacle,

That clouded my future.

Fighting was my downfall,

Understanding my deliverance,

Victory was won by the story, not the battle.

Transformation

Lost became new and the grouch tones lost their might.

A blade that once got stuck, lost its shine.

The once so sharp pain became blunt and lost its edge.

Lose can be regained, but gain is no equivalent.

Once I pranced, now I run in sorrow bliss,

One cannot go back, but higher up.

Guidons

Mono gazing was blinding, so I looked away,

Noise became others speech, so I punctured my drums,

Eventually I forgot to feel, so I had to relearn.

My path was different than yours, our pain the same,

Found my direction, so I help you do the same,

My story was my beacon, yours is on its way.

Baru-Sini

Baru-Sini is the God of Journey. His journey is not that of travel but that of motivation, being head-fast, finding content in the mundane and willpower to push on. Baru-Sini gift is that of self-perseverance and motivation from on self.

Baru-Sini uses music and rhythm to express himself. He is always moving forward even when he has setbacks, always strengthening his roots to get further. Having no end motivation but one of staying in motion, Forwards.

DANNAD

DANNAD is the god of self. It is the line between things, it is a unending spectrum of the self. It always looks from within and is all above in its own thought, it is always in a fragile state of self doubt and all knowing of itself.

DANNAD is in its core hypocritical, narcissistic, doubtful, search-full and open minded of the self. These core characteristics goes both ways very quickly, no moment is set in stone and is at the same time treated as truth.

DANNAD goals is to find its own truth of what it is, making and braking boxes to fit its own ideology and jet never being happy with it. DANNAD is not a god to follow in its full, but a representation what could be and most importantly show that going the distance in search of an answer that is not set in stone can leave a quest for desire that has no end.

DANNAD form is because of a quest with no ending described as a fight between solid and fluid.

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