Fan Fiction |
by Jenny Tran
Jeroham ‘God of Life’ was mixing a potion he formulated to keep the humans from growing stronger when Ahron gave him a surprising visit. He entered the home and noticed that his friend was concentrated on his job, Ahron snuck up behind him “What is that?”
Startled, Jeroham’s hand was holding onto a bottle of control essence when it was dropped into the crystal bowl. He turned sternly to Ahron “Now, look what you have done!”
“As I recall, it was you that dropped the bottle in there.” Ahron replied reasonably.
“Why must you always sneak up on me?” Jeroham sighed as he scratched his head, wondering how to salvage the potion.
Ahron made himself comfortable on a cushion of clouds that he formed into a seat “I have learned that when I knock, no one lets me in.”
“Curious?” he replied with a snicker “What can I do you for?”
“You are the God of Life.” Ahron began and Jeroham can read the warning signs already “I believe you are in charge of the golden book of mortals.”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously “Yes? Where are you getting at?”
“There is a group of orphans in mainland China that has not seen sunlight in ages. Could you possibly make a little change?” Ahron smiled dashingly.
Jeroham began laughing “Save the smile for the female Gods.” He shook his head while returning his attention to the potion under his nose “Even if I do have the golden book, I cannot change what is written. Serefina will surely punish me.”
“Maybe not.” Ahron bounced from his seat as it vanished away “You are the most powerful God next to the Queen. She adores you, I believe you would not be punished. Besides, one little change will not severely damage the books, will it?” Ahron was charming, there was no doubt but he forgot Jeroham follows the rules like no other.
He shook his head firmly “I will not be responsible for such absurdness.”
“Fine! Then show me how and I will do it myself. If her highness finds out, blame it on me.” Ahron said boldly.
Jeroham turned to his friend with a stern look “What has gotten into you? Why the sudden urge to do good deeds? You are the God of Rain.” Ahron shrugged his shoulders carelessly while the God of Life suddenly widened his eyes “Dear heavens…are you in love?”
“Nonsense!” Ahron argued.
“You are!” Jeroham looked suddenly fearful as he gave his arms a circular motion, locking them in a bubble so no one could hear, even Serefina “Who is she?”
Ahron noticed the circle surrounding them “How did you do that?”
“Nevermind that!” he scolded, “Who is she?”
“Does Serefina know you are practicing such powers?” Ahron asked while poking the bubble with his fingers. He felt an electric shock wave run through him, but it was not painful.
“You are denying it?” Jeroham laughed “But you don’t have to tell me, I already know.”
“You do not.” Ahron was confident.
The tan colored cloak flowed as Jeroham walked towards Ahron “You can fool the others but you cannot fool me. I have been a God much longer. I kid you not, the queen will be furious if she finds out.”
“Therefore you will keep this secret.” Ahron concluded.
“So you admit it.” Jeroham sighed.
Ahron shrugged “I am not sure, my friend. I only feel what my heart feels, when she is around, I want nothing more than to see her smile. Even if it is through my suffering.” The thought of Azariah made him smile “But alas, she does not feel the same.”
“Need I remind you of the rule…” he began only to be dismissed by Ahron’s nonchalant nature.
“Rules…laws. They are only there to control us. What is so wrong about being in love?” Ahron questioned. He never felt the need to have it answered before, but the day he met Azariah, he understood the aching feeling inside that he could not ignore.
Jeroham sighed, “Have you ever been in love?”
“It’s been too long since I felt human emotions.”
He turned to the golden book of mortals and snapped a finger. The pages moved at the speed of light until it reached Ahron’s mortal life. Jeroham skimmed through the pages and smiled “Ah, it is a wonder you have gone curious.”
“What does it say?” Ahron was eager as he stepped closer to the God of Life. Jeroham waved a hand the golden book was evaporated.
“It seems, you were not into females.” He didn’t need to explain further, Ahron understood.
“How is it possible?” he refused to believe it.
Jeroham laughed “My naïve friend, just because your life was in the earlier human times does not mean homosexuality did not exist.” His smile was contained as he pondered further “But I do not understand…how you came to be so interested in Azariah. What is it about her?” this time he turned the God of Rain for an answer.
“I do not know.” Ahron was honest “I have met hundreds, perhaps thousands of female Gods and angels in the heaven kingdom, but none that could compare to the fair Azariah. Her cold heart draws me closer and her smile is mesmerizing.”
“You must not-”
“Fall in love.” Ahron said flatly “I am aware. Do not worry about me, I would never do anything to danger her life. I will suppress the feelings.”
“Very well.” Jeroham turned his hand in a circular motion as the bubble began to fade away “Be careful.” Ahron nodded as he turned and flew out of the tan home.
He was on his way home, when he felt a stir nagging in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong, he could sense it “Azariah…” he whispered as he turned the opposite direction and flew towards her home.
She fainted from the sweet aroma of earth orchids. During her human life, Azariah was allergic to Orchids because they made her dizzy. Before she fell unconscious, she saw a figure at her door but the face was a blur. Gidoni turned his shoulder “Barak, you must hurry, I believe someone is coming.”
He walked over to her cautiously “You are even more beautiful when you’re not glaring at me.” He lifted her face with his fingers “Such a shame…”
Salai shook his head “What are your plans for her?”
“A gift from the God, who would dare not believe me now?” Barak asked with an evil laugh. He swiftly lifted her with a wave motion and she dropped softly into his ready arms “Come now.” He ordered and blew the home into the clouds as the other two disappeared after him.
By the time Ahron reached where her home was, he was stunned to see it gone. But the crystal balls were still there, untouched and uncovered “Azariah…” he didn’t know what could have happened.
In the gray home of Barak, he settled her down on a bed of clouds “What if the queen discovers our plan?” Salai asked cautiously.
“She won’t.” Barak found it hard to tear his eyes from the rare beauty before him “The Ice Angel…” he cooed softly while letting the back of his fingers graze her cheeks “Soon, you will be mine.”
Salai was more worried “The queen knows everything.”
Gidoni laughed, “Apparently not, she did not know that it was we that tampered with the Crystal Ring.”
“That is because we left no trace.” Salai turned to Barak “How did you do that?”
He turned to his followers “A little bit of life, a little bit of truth…they would never guess that I figured out the secret. Have you ever heard of the Power of Nine?”
Gidoni and Salai shook their heads “I thought that was a myth?”
“I thought so too.” Barak paced the floors of his home “The only reason why Serefina became the all powerful was because she was taught the Power of Nine. I was snooping in Jeroham’s home when I discovered his little potion. The little scoundrel found a way to covered any conversation that can be heard from the Queen.” His head lifted and his arms spread out “We are in the hidden bubble.”
“So no one can hear us?” Gidoni asked unsurely while Barak nodded confirming it “That is brilliant!”
“Yes.” Barak replied darkly “Unfortunately, it was not I that discovered this. Looks like our little friend Ahron has discovered the key.”
Salai followed his vision to Azariah “The God of Sun is the key?”
He nodded in answer “What does she have to do with the Power of Nine?” Gidoni questioned.
“Idiots!” Barak snapped, “The Power of Nine is made of only nine Gods’ unique power. Love, Truth, Power, Rain, War, Life, Hatred, Fortune and Sun. I found this in the book of immortals in Jeroham’s quarters. Why do you think Serefina keeps a close tab on us? The nine of us can overpower her if we cooperate.”
“But the others would not help us willingly.” Salai finally understood his plan.
“Hmph! Righteous is dead, someone should tell them. Power is all! Why should we live under rules and regulations? We are Gods!” Barak was arrogant.
“How do you gain the Power of Nine?” the God of Power asked curiously.
Barak stepped closer to Azariah “When she is mine. I will gain her power.” He said slowly “The rest can be used with force…one at a time.” He stroked her hair. Their meeting was cut short when the bubble evaporated with a mist. The gray home melted under the fog.
Ahron’s hands were clasped together at the forehead as he said a mist spell. He lowered his hand and his eyes snapped open as he faced the three along with Azariah laying unconscious “Barak! You will pay for this.” He pointed to Salai and Gidoni “The queen will be notified.” He threatened.
The two were trembling with fear while they turned to their head. Barak seemed unbothered as he pushed his chin in the air “Don’t be hasty. I was only playing a game with Azariah. But it seems, you Ahron, are more interested in her in a more…dare I say… loving way?”
“Absurd!” Ahron cried in defense.
“Is it?” Barak asked as he stepped closer to the unconscious God “So if I were to touch her, you would not be jealous?” he lifted his hand and her body elevated until she was standing upright but her neck fell limply to one side. Ahron took a step closer and it made Barak laugh, “I might be pressured to inform the Queen about this.”
“Release her this second!” he demanded.
Azariah’s slowly fluttered open as she realized she was under a spell “Barak, did you do this?”
He looked bored with his hand over his mouth “The fun is over.” He nodded to the other two and quickly flew off while releasing Azariah of the spell. Her knees were weak and she felt her body weaken. Ahron reacted quickly as he swept her into his arms, they landed softly on the cloud.
Her eyes were glued to his and it was he that turned away shyly “I’m sorry.” He let go of her waist.
“Thank you.” She lowered her eyes, unable to stop the butterflies forming in her stomach “Should we tell the Queen?”
He shook his head “No. Barak will not try it again. The Queen need not know. He did not harm you?”
Azariah shook her head “No. But he knows my weakness. Orchids.” She recalled the smell and it made her feel faint “I was allergic to them as a human and apparently still am.”
“That can be fixed.” He smiled brightly “We’ll go see my friend Kyra ‘God of Scents’ and get that allergy removed.”
“Is there a God for everything?” she asked while he motioned for them to fly off. The wind billowing in her long mane.
Ahron nodded while trying to ignore how beautiful she looked with her hair flowing “Almost everything you can think of.”