Author: Ciara, Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2020 8:53 PM, Post Subject: Stories, Songs, and Other Works Of Revaliir

I decided to make this journal to record down the artworks I found on my journey. This next story was found in Parvpora in a little white book. It's a short story and ends on a sad note. 
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The Wishful Mortal

An alone girl traveled to a temple high on a mountain. She wore a simple blue dress and had little with her. The peasant girl remembered that cold night when she had been kicked out of her home into the snow of the forest. A stranger offered coins to her and escorted her to an inn. His kind act was burned into her mind and she was driven to find him. This stranger was the god on the mountain who lived in solitude for thousands of years and only left for the occasional walks. Grown tired by the world’s wants, he felt an apathy towards mortals. There was a tapping upon his temple door and he stood to open it, only to find a simple peasant girl whom he could barely remember. She held a bright smile and enough charisma to charm an army. After a night of talking, convincing, and explaining the girl managed to persuade the god to let her stay as his cleric.

A year passed as the cleric trained and worked herself to the bone for her god. He offered her payment but she refused, saying that being near him was payment enough. Secretly the girl had been planning to reveal her true feelings on the eve that they met. The pious girl created a dinner of his favorite foods and made him a music box with a silver snowflake etched into its lid. She led him to the dinner and ate with him. The nervous god decided to finally ask her what was going on. Taking him by the hand, she looked him in the eyes and began to speak.

“My lord, I am enraptured by you. From the second we met to every passing day, I have and always will love you.” She said to him with hopeful eyes.

“Loving you would be the greatest mistake of my life.” The nervous god replied, “Please understand this."

With that, the god left the room and left the girl alone with his crushing words. She cleaned up the mess and returned to her chambers. Still she continued to love him and him alone from afar. Continuing to pursue and cling to the god who threw love away, the naïve and pitiful girl wished for his affections. Never pushing but always being there for him whenever he called. Seasons passed and the girl changed her wish. She no longer wanted for him to return his affections. Instead she wished that he was never alone for she knew his heart was frozen by the years of solitude. The cleric stayed by his side caring for him, talking with him, and doing whatever made him happy.

One evening the cleric didn’t leave her room for dinner and the god entered her room, believing she had just overslept. His eyes widened with horror when he touched her cold skin. Lifting her up, he searched her body for any sign of warmth or a heartbeat. She had been sick and neglected to tell him, believing he wouldn’t care. The god carried her body across the land, desperately searching for some way to save her.

The god reached down towards the girl’s face and remembered every moment she’d been there for him. Over the years she’d subtly entered his heart and made his greatest fear come to life. She could spend the rest of her life with him. But as a god, he could never spend the rest of his life with her. His heart ached with the pain he had been trying to avoid for thousands of years. Determined to save her, the god traveled to the underworld itself and begged for her life to be restored. But death was quiet and wouldn’t answer any of his demands. The god held his cleric in his arms and tears began to fall from his eyes.

“I love you.” He whispered quietly as he held her tight. Death, in pity of the god, helped in the only way it knew how.

The god’s immortality faded away and his breathing stopped. He fell to the ground with his love at his side. Death had given the old god his dearly held wish at last. The cleric and the exgod would be together in death. 
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I don't believe this god or cleric actually exists. They are made up since I couldn't find any records about a god falling in love with a mortal in this way. And death seems to be more of a symbolic representation than any real goddess or god. Still the story was an interesting find and I hope to gather more.