𝒮𝒶𝑔𝑒

Sages story.

Koda was a goddess. The goddess of lost souls. She was beautiful, a leopard who stretched her head high. Her eyes glistened of all the spirits who wandered about, awaiting their turn to pass into the afterlife. Koda might not have seemed it, but she was very unhappy. She thought she could never escape her eternal fate as a goddess, but little did she know that her life would take a drastic turn that could end up for the worse.

Koda wandered dying fields of orange and yellow. The dead passed through her, leaving a remarkable shiver to Koda’s bones. She would never get used to that feeling. She sighed, looking at the sky. Autumn it seemed to be. The leaves fell as she pounded her paws to the dirt below her. She looked down from the sky, spotting a honey colored lioness. Following her was another lioness. That one looked like an adolescent. More lionesses unraveled from the fields cost cover. “I haven’t seen a pride lingering around this land in decades.” , Koda remarked aloud. None of the lionesses seemed to notice Koda as they passed , more interested in the herd of gazelle grazing.

After watching the group of lioness wander back to their pride after their failed attempt of being back prey, Koda followed. Koda was very good at being un noticed. She was a goddess after all. No one could see her. That was, unless she wanted them to. Koda scanned the pride. Two older lionesses where resting , a few cubs wrestled, adolescents giggled at the “goofy” cubs, and a male lion crouched atop an average boulder. Koda held in her gasp. This male was gorgeous. His icy colored fur, his hazel eyes. He was dreamy. Koda snapped at herself. No goddess falls for a mere king! He was everything she could have wanted.

Long story short, she couldn’t have him. He couldn’t have her. She showed herself to him. It was love at first sight. That dream was cut short.

She was pregnant. He didn’t want her. She got angry. She killed him. She killed him and didn’t give a shit.
When her cub was born, she shed the first tear she ever shed. Not since becoming a goddess millions of years. Not since losing her parents. Her little cub looked just like him. The king she killed. It looked like her too.

That cub was Sage. Sage, goddess of Life.
No, not a goddess.
Just a cub.
A leopard lion cub.
And that’s just what she wanted to be.

But not every story has a happy story,
At least not Sages.