It was silent, I liked silent, that's why I camped so much. I read somewhere that you should always offer a bit of food into your Campfire, it's an offer to the gods, I thought it was just a hox, but one night I found myself doing it, and I just went with it, I didn't mind, it was never much.
One night, my final night before I packed up in the morning, I broke off a piece of the bread and bacon that I had cooked. Getting up from my seat, walking to the slowly dying fire, about to toss a piece in, then a voice rang out "You know, I would very much enjoy un-burnt food offerings."
Jumping out of my skin, stumbling back a bit, tripping over the rock barrier for the fire, nearly falling into the flames before a hand caught and pulled me away. "I'd also enjoy if one of the only people who actually did the offerings this way, didn't become one themself."
The voice chuckled, backing away when I was steady enough. Now actually seeing the person, the figure? God? Yes, God, that's what he was.
He took a seat in the empty chair next to mine. One I left out for the visiting ghosts, spirits, demons, now apparently a God. He patted my seat, I walked over and sat down in it. "So, what god are you?" I asked looking up at the God, he laughed, or maybe it was a chuckle? His voice was so loud, booming, so both could be used. "I am the God of all things related to fire! Lava, fire, stuff like that! That's why I've been the one who received majority ofyourofferings!"
He laughed; I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, all the small food I've given for some reason actually landed into the God's hands, wishing I had at least offered at least a little bit more to him.
We spent the night talking, I told him why I camped often, he was amused to say the least. As the morning sun rose, I told him I needed to get packing, or at least sleep a bit before. "Pity! I was having fun."
He groaned; I couldn't help but snicker. "Oh, I'll be out here again sooner or later. Not like it's going to be years."
I rolled my eyes, an idea dawned on him. "Maybe I don't leave! I've listened and watched you when I get your offerings, want a cat?"
He asked, smirking, I was now, scared and nervous. "I am a GOD! If I want to turn into a cat, so be it!"
He laughed, and like a blur, he was a cat, a Ragdoll from what I could tell. He hopped up onto my leg, climbing up before I picked him up, a little embarrassed.
We got home about midday and setting him on the ground, he began to roam around my house as I went to put everything away, when I came back, he was sitting on the counter. "Off the counter, come on."
I sighed, he smirked, not moving, swishing his tail back and forth. Grabbing something in the cabinet, filling it with water, turning around and facing the fire god, his face dropping, he jumped and ran, I fallowed laughing, spraying him with water before he disappeared. Literally into thin air. Standing there confused, looking around, suddenly picked up by the fire god himself, in human version. Both of you laughing, water dripping from his hair.
Years passed, you kept the offering up, and the fire god grew stronger, who's name you learned was Adara, became friends, growing stronger and tighter. But you grew ill, your lunges became weak, and you couldn't travel as you once did. Adara was concerned, now alive through the bonfires in your yard, but he returned to the heavens, he didn't have enough strength to stay, he watched you, he called to you, trying so hard to get to you when you collapsed, when you were hospitalized. The other gods and goddesses grew confused on why Adara was acting like so to a mortal, but yet, they never felt what he did, cared for and treated so human like, it made his heart swell.
He was there for you, he greeted you at the gates of heaven, you cried, both of you. He was with you again, his friend a mortal friend. He never let go for so long, until the passed of your own loved ones found and greeted you themselves. You where safe now, at least you wouldn't burn Adara's food again.
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Reply to [WP] Every time you cooked over a campfire, you would throw some food into the fire as an offering to the gods. One evening, just as you're about to perform your little campfire ritual, you hear a voice behind you say "You know, I would very much prefer my food un-burnt." by DragoTheFloof
It was silent, I liked silent, that's why I camped so much. I read somewhere that you should always offer a bit of food into your Campfire, it's an offer to the gods, I thought it was just a hox, but one night I found myself doing it, and I just went with it, I didn't mind, it was never much.
One night, my final night before I packed up in the morning, I broke off a piece of the bread and bacon that I had cooked. Getting up from my seat, walking to the slowly dying fire, about to toss a piece in, then a voice rang out
"You know, I would very much enjoy un-burnt food offerings."
Jumping out of my skin, stumbling back a bit, tripping over the rock barrier for the fire, nearly falling into the flames before a hand caught and pulled me away.
"I'd also enjoy if one of the only people who actually did the offerings this way, didn't become one themself."
The voice chuckled, backing away when I was steady enough. Now actually seeing the person, the figure? God? Yes, God, that's what he was.
He took a seat in the empty chair next to mine. One I left out for the visiting ghosts, spirits, demons, now apparently a God. He patted my seat, I walked over and sat down in it.
"So, what god are you?" I asked looking up at the God, he laughed, or maybe it was a chuckle? His voice was so loud, booming, so both could be used.
"I am the God of all things related to fire! Lava, fire, stuff like that! That's why I've been the one who received majority of your offerings!"
He laughed; I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, all the small food I've given for some reason actually landed into the God's hands, wishing I had at least offered at least a little bit more to him.
We spent the night talking, I told him why I camped often, he was amused to say the least. As the morning sun rose, I told him I needed to get packing, or at least sleep a bit before.
"Pity! I was having fun."
He groaned; I couldn't help but snicker.
"Oh, I'll be out here again sooner or later. Not like it's going to be years."
I rolled my eyes, an idea dawned on him.
"Maybe I don't leave! I've listened and watched you when I get your offerings, want a cat?"
He asked, smirking, I was now, scared and nervous.
"I am a GOD! If I want to turn into a cat, so be it!"
He laughed, and like a blur, he was a cat, a Ragdoll from what I could tell. He hopped up onto my leg, climbing up before I picked him up, a little embarrassed.
We got home about midday and setting him on the ground, he began to roam around my house as I went to put everything away, when I came back, he was sitting on the counter.
"Off the counter, come on."
I sighed, he smirked, not moving, swishing his tail back and forth. Grabbing something in the cabinet, filling it with water, turning around and facing the fire god, his face dropping, he jumped and ran, I fallowed laughing, spraying him with water before he disappeared. Literally into thin air. Standing there confused, looking around, suddenly picked up by the fire god himself, in human version. Both of you laughing, water dripping from his hair.
Years passed, you kept the offering up, and the fire god grew stronger, who's name you learned was Adara, became friends, growing stronger and tighter. But you grew ill, your lunges became weak, and you couldn't travel as you once did. Adara was concerned, now alive through the bonfires in your yard, but he returned to the heavens, he didn't have enough strength to stay, he watched you, he called to you, trying so hard to get to you when you collapsed, when you were hospitalized. The other gods and goddesses grew confused on why Adara was acting like so to a mortal, but yet, they never felt what he did, cared for and treated so human like, it made his heart swell.
He was there for you, he greeted you at the gates of heaven, you cried, both of you. He was with you again, his friend a mortal friend. He never let go for so long, until the passed of your own loved ones found and greeted you themselves. You where safe now, at least you wouldn't burn Adara's food again.