The Deities’ World: Hecate: Becoming a Deity

[k_a_webb]

Deities, normally, are born, not made. I’m one of the few exceptions. Once I was a mortal and I have an understanding of what it’s like to feel the fear of not knowing what comes next, the worry that I will come to an end when my life end, that I can’t, no matter how hard I try, explain to someone who was born immortal. They don’t know what it’s like to lack the understanding that the soul is immortal, because they have always know that their lives will only come to an end when they chose and that when they do make that choice their soul will go on to learn other lessons.

As well as being a made deity I’m also one of the oldest. The deity I once worshipped chose to end his life not long after I started my training and it was he who convinced me that I had what it took to become something more than I was. I will always be grateful to him for giving me the choice, although I don’t know if I would make the same one now – although that is with the benefit of knowing what it is to be a deity. Back then things were different, it was before the pantheons of Earth and the divisions those pantheons caused, and sometimes I wish things had never changed. Then I realise that if things had never changed I wouldn’t be any happier. Every time I have that silly wish, the wish that the old deities who once inhabited this world were still alive, that the Earth had never found us and failed to understand what we were, I know that without Earth, without those deities moving on, then it would be impossible for us to do the job we are desperately needed for. We must guide the many races of the multi-verse, teach them what they need to know, because we were chosen as the guides of mortals many millennia ago.

However, that is according to the stories that I heard when I first became a deity, so I have no idea if they’re true or not. I remember that I could chose whether I was going to be male or female and I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to change gender so I stuck with what I knew. Going from mortal to immortal was easier than I though it would be, so on that day, nearly ten thousand years ago, I became the first made goddess, the first chosen inhabitant of the deities’ world, and I knew after that it wasn’t going to be anywhere near as simple. I didn’t want it to be. The transition from one to the other became much harder when I realised exactly what it meant to be immortal, but that didn’t happen until I’d been studying for nearly ten years. You see, I died young, much younger than I should have, because I did something stupid, and even now I’m not sure why I did it.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

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the worry that I will come to an end when my life end

This should either be "when my life ends" or "at my life's end".