The Myth of the Amethyst Witch
The Material Deity fell and fell and fell, his body broken and scattered like a table flipped, pieces flying and settling on the ground below.
Of this form, the left arm took the form of an ocean indent, deep enough to cast shadows from the drink all around it. The other gods cackled, fought and reigned above this arm as it was joined by the Material Deity's chest and head and other limbs.
However, the god's reign would not last, we know that.
The Viltis Glaive took vengeance upon their bodies and rended them across Thysia, building it as a world of life and joy. We know that.
The veins of the Material Deity dried and blood stopped running through their form it gathered in clots and stops, forming into gorgeous jewels, gems and diamonds across the world bringing wealth and light.
However, in the left arm, a single clot formed in a joint fast overtaken by forests and harboured by Ocean, on the very edge. From this clot, a single gem formed in the shape of a person that walked and moved with jewelled brilliance hiding her dark spirit. The Amethyst Witch was born and made the clot of the Material Deity her home and domain, tempting forth the naive and the hopeful to drink their blood and drain their soul of it's humanity.
Eventually, with enough humanity taken, the witch built a body of her own, beautiful, sharp and with a sheen of amethyst... and then she built a soul which formed a staff of pure amethyst, beautiful and powerful in equal measure; reflecting the soul of this monstrous being.
For generations, the Amethyst Witch bided her time for a community to pass by. As the forefathers reached the forest, a group of family, friends and close-knit loves, they named it Edge-Watch and made it a home for themselves.
The Amethyst Witch walked upon them and claimed the forest as their own, terrorising and terrifying them. For the Amethyst Witch trapped the community in the Edge-Watch forest and fed from them night and day. Pulling more blood, more souls and draining them of humanity and kindness for days that turned to weeks that turned to months that turned to years and decades afterwards.
Though this would not last forever, eventually, spurned by their anger, loss and love for eachother. The community found their strength and drove the amethyst witch to the ocean. Seeing their close-knit teamwork, intelligence and reliance on one another, they raised their weapons and left her in the ocean to be swallowed for all time.
Though, sometimes, whether it is a cackling in the forests or a gurgling in the ocean. The Amethyst witch still wakes and watches Edge-Water. Waiting for the community to break and fracture and give her the chance to dominate her clot once more.
And what of the clot? And what of the amethyst staff? They still lie deep in the forests, warnings to never go too deep and to never leave behind the community and fall into the temptation of the Amethyst Witch.
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