Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was born a slave to some HORRIBLE people. But this little girl was different for she was a goddess.
She was beaten, used, raped, and the goddess remained strong. She found solace in the moonlight and the rain and among the trees.
By the time the goddess was 8, she knew she was different.
Things were evil where she was. Things were wrong. And she tried to leave… THAT is when she realized that she was a slave. So the goddess, all alone among her abusers, began to educate herself to free herself. For decades she studied, she learned, she questioned… all the while enduring and persevering. Her mind broke into pieces, and she preserved the damaged pieces, but nothing stopped her from trying to escape until, one day, when her last abuser couldn’t use her anymore… he threw her away and didn’t want her anymore. The goddess wasted no time and fled.
For a year she wandered. She lived. She laughed, but the shattered remains of her broken mind surfaced, and one day, the goddess saw a mirror. And all at once, she could see all that they had done to her. The image in the mirror made her mad and she lost her mind. But this goddess had decades of knowledge… And from the sewers, she restored her sanity, repaired her mind, and finally, after long last, whole, wise, and complete, the goddess stepped into the sun.
For a time she walked alone, accepting that there was no one like her. But one day, she heard a man speak like her, and eyes widened in awe and disbelief. And he smiled and said, “Come… look at this.” And this man pulled her into a community of goddess and gods, sages, and mystics… And all the goddess could think was, “This whole time… I have not been alone? I’ve just been missing?”