Summary: My dearest goddess, Myria. Fallen from the sky into my arms. Hold on to your wings that keep you aloft, hold on to that feathery substance that fills your mind and soul. And you will fly again into my arms. FF/femslash.

A/N: It’s the ending! Yay! This is soooooooo looooooong, which caused me much confusion, especially trying to deliver the right chapters to my beta (lol)

But thank you again Bloodfeeder!!! I really do appreciate all the fine work you did on this whopper!

The ending scene was written at the request of Bloodfeeder and because I rather wanted to write it myself. If it sounds a little corny, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist!

Thank you so much for reading!

Drowning Sky

Epilogue

There are some moments that never end.

And even years later, that moment when Myria fell out of the sky will last an eternity. I rushed to catch her, the water goddess smoking and terribly burnt. The scars that deformed her body were eventually covered up and shaped normally, but I knew Myria could still feel them. I would watch her sometimes, tracing a hand over her breasts and stomach, knowing that in reality they are a mess of flesh and skin.

Kylean found us, me weeping over Myria’s body. I knew she wasn’t dead, but I knew she was going to die. The earth goddess watched, stunned as I forced air through Myria’s lungs, willing her to breathe, to live.

Myria still won’t tell me of that day. Won’t tell of her battle or how she was able to survive it. She once said she spoke with the Goddess one last time, but nothing more. The reverence she once held for the great being seemed to be broken inside her. And it took many years before she ever spoke the Goddess’s name.

I don’t remember how we ended up in the World of Elements. It was raining there too, for the first time since I have ever been there. Kylean helped me bring Myria to our room and put her in the pool of water. She left soon afterward, needing to attend to Vesper.

The fire goddess died the next day, not even waking since she became unconscious the day before. It struck me when it happened. But it was hard for me to feel it. I was still washing Myria’s battered body. The water would quickly become filled with ash and blood, but I cleaned it out, over and over again.

Myria didn’t wake until three days later. Her eyes seeking out me for a brief moment before closing again. They didn’t open until the next day, when she was able to drink some water. And every day for nearly three weeks, I bathed her and fed her until Myria was able to finally speak.

They were never any heartfelt words. Myria was in so much pain that even the anesthetics from Kylean’s garden would only put her in a strange haze and dull it slightly. But for those many days and the many days to come I slept beside her and somehow the words exchanged between us were clearer than speaking.

On the fateful day, when Myria faced that Goddess and gained her blessing, that moment lasted long after the great water goddess died. And the day when I woke up to a smiling Myria, rid of pain and wounds, her scars covered and cleared. I would remember it forever.

Because, at that moment, I knew that we would live.

-The Two-Thousandth Seven Hundredth and

Sixteenth Goddess

Of the Elemental Air

Tranquil

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“Myria!”

The water goddess turns around, her eyes immediately seeking Tranquil’s. The other goddess stands at the edge of the cliff. She may be only inches from the edge, yet she has such sureness about her that Myria knows that she could never fall.

Tranquil runs forward and takes Myria’s hand. With learned practice their fingers lace together as the air goddess tugs her to the cliffs edge. “I can’t believe it!” She exclaims and Myria looks down at the valley of thick trees beneath them. “There,” Tranquil instructs, pointed to one of the clearer spots. “They are going to pass through.”

Myria grins and keeps her eyes trained on the landscape. Soon enough, some small bodies begin to pass between the trees. Small, just larger than dogs, the creatures move across the rocky and root-filled forest with ease. One stops slightly between two trees and glances up at the goddess, a single curved horn protruding from just above its nose.

“A Unicorn,” Tranquil breathes and leans against Myria. “I can’t believe they came here. They are nearly extinct in every other forest. But looks at that pack! Almost thirty, more than anyone has seen in years,” Her voice trails off as the Unicorns disappear from sight.

Myria watches as the crisp breeze wafts up from the valley, encircling them both. Tranquil moves closer to Myria while the goddess wraps an arm around her. Such simple movements were perfected years ago and now they perform them without thought. Tranquil suddenly turns and buries her face in Myria’s neck and shoulder. The water goddess looks down at her, confused.

“It’s just so…magnificent,” Tranquil whispers and Myria puts both her arms around her. “It was just a year ago that you came to me with the story of that silly little tree trying to grow in the desert,” She glances up at the other goddess. “Now you have one of the largest forests in almost all the worlds. It has species in it that were thought to be rare or even extinct. Just one year, Myria, and all it took was just your prodding.”

The water goddess grins. “It was more than just prodding. It was…” She trails off, searching for the word.

She can feel Tranquil smile softly against her sensitive gills. “You,” She supplies. “It was all just you.”

They stand there for a moment, neither moving from their embrace. Their time together is sparse at best. Myria is always being summoned to one world or another. It has been almost ten years since she earned the lover now in her arms, and now it seems that everyone in the universe knows her name and her abilities. It’s all tiring, just tiring.

Myria leans forward and tilts her head into Tranquil’s windblown hair. “Do you like it?” She asks, almost timidly.

Tranquil reaches up and moves her head so that Myria looks into her eyes. “If you are trying to impress me, you won that years ago,” She gives the water goddess a funny look, her thumbs absently massaging her temples. “You’ve conquered wars, made peace, saved civilizations, and have more Calling over water and everything to do with it than any other being besides the Goddess Herself. Yet you ask me if I like this forest; a forest that could outdo any forest in existence?”

Myria leans into her touch. “People say so many things about me, Tranquil. But, for the first time, I just wanted to make something,” Her eyes shift to look at the endless tree line. “Create something for myself, instead of others,” She grins. “Yet I am still here, asking for your approval.”

Tranquil bites her lip slightly before leaning up and kissing Myria gently. When they break, the air goddess wraps her arms around Myria’s neck and keeps their foreheads in contact. “I love it,” She whispers and then pulls back. “Come, show me around more.”

Myria lets the air goddess tug her back down into the trees. She stares at the back of Tranquil’s head; the air goddess is so much different from when they first met. The scared girl is now a woman with wisdom and skill. Her back is straight and her steps are sure, yet her face is still round and childish. With age she will only grow even more and more beautiful as her body completely matures.

These years feel like they have doubled for Myria. So many burdens to bear for a Piscene body that is meant to only live half the age Tranquil will become. Myria knows that she will die long before the air goddess. It is her greatest fear and regret, knowing that Tranquil will be alone one day.

The thought makes her slow to a stop and Tranquil looks back on her. “Is something wrong?” She interprets from Myria’s darkened look.

The water goddess gazes at her, drinking in her image. She reaches out and wraps an arm around Tranquil’s waist, pulling her as close as possible. Myria kisses the air goddess deeply, hoping it is enough reason so that she doesn’t have to say it aloud. The great goddess Myria has so many fears. And all the love within her seems to be crushed under it.

I don’t want to leave you.

Tranquil is the first to pull back, and she stares at Myria. “You won’t,” She answers firmly. They strange verbal connection between them is never questioned, it simply is. Tranquil lets Myria pull her into a desperate embrace and the water goddess inhales the scent of Tranquil’s skin. “You won’t,” She repeats into Myria’s neck.

“But what if I do?” The water goddess whispers, her voice muffled. “You are everything to me, Tranquil. I love you so much it hurts,” She raises her head slightly. “But it is all I crave.”

Tranquil sighs, looking at the forest surrounding them. The trees are tall and crowd over each other. The leaves only let a few streams of sunlight touch the uneven ground. “Don’t let it hurt you, Myria. Love isn’t supposed to do that,” She lowers her eyes. “You’ll never leave me. I don’t think that it is possible,” She takes Myria’s hands and her eyes almost seem to shimmer. “When you die, I’ll still hear your voice. And I will still wake up to your touch. And when I cry,” She lifts a hand and traces Myria’s lips, “I’ll still feel your kiss.”

“How?” The water goddess asks it almost desperately.

Tranquil gives a small grin, as bright as it was ten years ago. “Because I love you, Myria,” She answers simply and backs up, pulling on her hand again. “Now, come with me.”

And we’ll understand it together.

fin