I was a god once. There were many of us: an ocean god, a god of the air, one god for the hunt and one for the hearth, and countless others.
It was good for a while, thousands of years in fact. Then the faith of our adherents waned. Our power began to flag. We bickered, we conspired, we fought. Most of us were already gone by the time the last of our people left our service.
Our stories are told as myth.The only things keeping me alive at all now are the armless statues and friezes carved on ruins.
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