The Age Old God - A Short

Written by alimore

They were like an angel from the heavens. Returned to the mortal realm.
Except they didn't seem pure, but instead full of knowledge.
Like an age old god.
From the primordial era.
They were like an ocean. An ocean that had seen all. A sea that knew the past, present, and future.

They spoke of the weather.

How the clouds were moving past and blocking out the sun.
How mundane.
They were hiding secrets, not telling of what they knew.
They gave off a sense of importance.
Like they were here to do something.
But they were taking their time, for it was not something that was time sensitive.
It felt like they were trying to convey a message.
But that message couldn't possibly be that next week was going to be stormy. Everyone knew that by now.

"There is a storm on the horizon."

Now they were talking nonsense. Perhaps they were being held in greater sights than they should've.

"Listen. To the gods. The gods of an older age."

Nonsense. Absolute nonsense.

Their words were funny... but that didn't explain their aura.

Perhaps there was some veracity to their words.

They were no longer talking.

Instead, just gazing off.

Into the horizon that they had just spoken of.

They did not speak again.

Art credits: RomanDubina on Twitter