He took a single breath, and knew it was that time. The Gods were growing restless, the stars falling into oblivion. There weren't too many left for them to claim. Constantly at war with one another, the Gods of the Cosmos laid their eyes upon the two stars, Raytos and Vaneté. Untouched for centuries, the two realms offered much. The Gods, with a new goal in sight, rushed towards their beloved trophy. He exhaled, preparing for new arrivals. Xethan mourned.~Satchel Brooks~ "Would you hurry up in there? It's been about forty minutes now!" Desi cried out. Satchel hadn't really noticed the time passing by, he was too busy worrying about getting his attire ready for the show. He wouldn't allow a single speck of dust to be visible, No sir! Not even from a foot away. He took one last look in the mirror before giving himself the "okay" mark. He gave his hair an extra brush just in case, and opened the bathroom door. "Took you long enough! You're not the only one who needs to look perfect!" Desi forced her way into the room, pushing Satchel out with every movement. She wasn't paying attention, apparently. She somehow managed to shut the door on her blonde hair, which wasn't even that long to begin with. This was an average day for them; A rushed start, skipping breakfast, and wasting time they didn't have. While Desi toiled away on her looks, Satchel would lay upon his knees and pray to the God, Menté. Even though the legend says that he was dead, Satchel always felt a duty to pray to him everyday. Where do Gods go when they die? He wondered. If we're supposed to be at the sides of the Gods when we die, where do we go if there aren't any left?
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He took a single breath, and knew it was that time. The Gods were growing restless, the stars falling into oblivion. There weren't too many left for them to claim. Constantly at war with one another, the Gods of the Cosmos laid their eyes upon the two stars, Raytos and Vaneté. Untouched for centuries, the two realms offered much. The Gods, with a new goal in sight, rushed towards their beloved trophy. He exhaled, preparing for new arrivals. Xethan mourned.~Satchel Brooks~ "Would you hurry up in there? It's been about forty minutes now!" Desi cried out. Satchel hadn't really noticed the time passing by, he was too busy worrying about getting his attire ready for the show. He wouldn't allow a single speck of dust to be visible, No sir! Not even from a foot away. He took one last look in the mirror before giving himself the "okay" mark. He gave his hair an extra brush just in case, and opened the bathroom door. "Took you long enough! You're not the only one who needs to look perfect!" Desi forced her way into the room, pushing Satchel out with every movement. She wasn't paying attention, apparently. She somehow managed to shut the door on her blonde hair, which wasn't even that long to begin with. This was an average day for them; A rushed start, skipping breakfast, and wasting time they didn't have. While Desi toiled away on her looks, Satchel would lay upon his knees and pray to the God, Menté. Even though the legend says that he was dead, Satchel always felt a duty to pray to him everyday. Where do Gods go when they die? He wondered. If we're supposed to be at the sides of the Gods when we die, where do we go if there aren't any left?