Post by aquarius on Jul 15, 2023 9:07:33 GMT -7
"Aw, is the little baby going to cry? He's not a real god, he won't ever answer your prayers."
With that, the bully shoved the younger kid to the ground before he walked off laughing to himself whilst his victim began crying. The street was a quiet one but there was the occasional passer-by who just ignored the youth. All except one who paused to speak a few words of comfort to him.
"Words should not hurt a person so. Either they are a lie and have no power, or they are true and should be accepted. He said your god didn't answer prayers?"
The boy didn't raise his head, but nodded as he sniffed and wiped away the worst of his tears. "Y.. yeah. It's true I think. He's never seemed to hear me..."
That was when the stranger sat down next to him, a faint metal clang sounding as the hammer reached the ground in a very final sounding way. Finally the boy looked up at the being he'd been praying to for the past few weeks. Thor knew exactly how many faithful he had on Midgard these days. True believers were rare especially outside of Scandinavia, so it was important to him that those who still held faith in him were acknowledged.
"I heard every one. You sought my aid against the bully. But not all prayers are answered, or a prayer would be meaningless. And not all prayers need to be. Some are only to give the faithful hope until they gather the strength they need for themself. But still... Today, I will help you."
Thor rose, extending a hand to his young faithful who accepted it and stood up beside his god, who lead him down the street, round a corner and a few streets along before stopping outside a fairly ordinary looking building, not the Avengers Mansion that had been expected.
"This is... I think here on Midgard it is called a 'Dojo'. A... colleague of mine helped set it up. Inside we will be able to get you taught to defend yourself. It may take time, but the first lesson is when to not fight, and you have already shown you understand that, so I am sure you will be a capable student."
That much, he had no doubt of. The final lesson of a warrior though? That was to see what it was to fight and how it changed you. There were warnings enough before a student got that far and many stepped back from the path before they even realised that was where they were headed. But they were better for it, they had learned their limits of the way of the warrior, in whatever form it took in this realm. Most were not warriors, but many glorified fighting nonetheless. To let them seek any equally worthy path, be it poet, healer, or any of the myriad vocations that any society needed to keep functioning? Now that was the act of a truly worthy deity.
With that, the bully shoved the younger kid to the ground before he walked off laughing to himself whilst his victim began crying. The street was a quiet one but there was the occasional passer-by who just ignored the youth. All except one who paused to speak a few words of comfort to him.
"Words should not hurt a person so. Either they are a lie and have no power, or they are true and should be accepted. He said your god didn't answer prayers?"
The boy didn't raise his head, but nodded as he sniffed and wiped away the worst of his tears. "Y.. yeah. It's true I think. He's never seemed to hear me..."
That was when the stranger sat down next to him, a faint metal clang sounding as the hammer reached the ground in a very final sounding way. Finally the boy looked up at the being he'd been praying to for the past few weeks. Thor knew exactly how many faithful he had on Midgard these days. True believers were rare especially outside of Scandinavia, so it was important to him that those who still held faith in him were acknowledged.
"I heard every one. You sought my aid against the bully. But not all prayers are answered, or a prayer would be meaningless. And not all prayers need to be. Some are only to give the faithful hope until they gather the strength they need for themself. But still... Today, I will help you."
Thor rose, extending a hand to his young faithful who accepted it and stood up beside his god, who lead him down the street, round a corner and a few streets along before stopping outside a fairly ordinary looking building, not the Avengers Mansion that had been expected.
"This is... I think here on Midgard it is called a 'Dojo'. A... colleague of mine helped set it up. Inside we will be able to get you taught to defend yourself. It may take time, but the first lesson is when to not fight, and you have already shown you understand that, so I am sure you will be a capable student."
That much, he had no doubt of. The final lesson of a warrior though? That was to see what it was to fight and how it changed you. There were warnings enough before a student got that far and many stepped back from the path before they even realised that was where they were headed. But they were better for it, they had learned their limits of the way of the warrior, in whatever form it took in this realm. Most were not warriors, but many glorified fighting nonetheless. To let them seek any equally worthy path, be it poet, healer, or any of the myriad vocations that any society needed to keep functioning? Now that was the act of a truly worthy deity.