The Golden Lake

Beside the sea ran another sea. The people often speak of there being just one body of water that flows hither and thither, but in truth there are many currents within the one ocean, and many rivers in a torrent, and countless pools within the one lake.

This is relativity, and a far more subtle law of action within life’s movements and manifestation, and yet little pronounced or known about by elves, or men, or gods.

Jupiter stood once again at the side of the great Lake, waiting for his moment to enter. His back ached and his mind was tired - the lesser heavens had replenished him and fatigued him all at once.

He had craved the experience of Earthly existence more than he cared to admit. It was his own personal saga and he was not yet ready to quit this, his story.

The golden lake reflected back his own substantial glow - a shimmering auric halo that emanated all over and followed his every movement. The young god, dressed in silken breeches with a kaftan atop, wore but one amulet engraved with a bird seated upon an egg-shaped blue moonstone.

He undressed and folded his etherial garments into a sack of the same material which shimmered in the half light. He then unclasped his neck chain, and placing it too into the cloth bag. This had become his parting ritual to prepare him for the lower world - and he solemnly and thoughtfully laid the bag high in the arms of his favourite tree, worn smooth by his climbing, his only possessions now nestled in the lap of two enormous branches.

He then swung himself up and over the marble embankment and lightly dropped with an artful grace that would have been admired should anyone had seen him.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series