Aeron POV

A month ago, we found the shrines. In that month, I've mastered the use of the whistle and summoning the faeries. I don't really trust them as much as I trust people, but then again I don't trust people other than those I've known my entire 24 years of living and my unofficial partner. 

They faeries have helped me build a small farmhouse, a tower, a windmill, and have fetched my a hoe and seeds. I didn't much trust them helping me make a field for crops, so I'm doing that on my own. 

The sunlight burned my back as I prepared the land for wheat and carrots and potatoes and any other crop I can fit into here. I saw some rhubarb growing in the forest, maybe I could transplant that over here. 

My entire back was on fire, and I sat down cursing the sun. The tall wheat that I had planted almost immediately as I had got here tickled my back, irritating the scar tissue that webbed over it. 

I crossed my  legs, sighing and laying my hands on my knees and closing my eyes. My breathing slowed, mind clearing of all thought. 

"Hey, psst, kiddo." 

I opened my eyes, jumping back as a pair of bright green eyes met mine. They glowed slightly, swirling with a bright curiosity. There was a look on her face, one of quiet happiness. Like a child finding the final hidden egg in the Easter egg hunt. 

She backed away, long green hair, tied in a high ponytail, just like mine, flopping around her shoulders. A black crown, bird skull, possibly a crow or raven, in the centre, was perched on her head. She sat cross-legged, hands on her feet that lay in front of her. Small antlers, like that of a doe, adorned her head. 

"Hiya!" She smiled, peering at my confused face. "You seem confused?"

Yeah, no shit Sherlock. 

The words that would normally have come out of a person's mouth if a stranger with antlers and unsettlingly curious green eyes had appeared in front of them would be somewhere along the lines of 'what the fuck are you and why in my face.'

Naturally, I didn't say anything like that, as I have some ounce of respect, however small, for the people who appear in my mundane life who add a bit of... pizzazz to it.

"Who are you?" I asked, peering at them, and they peered at me back, like two curious owls.

"You're Aeron, right?" She asked. "I'm Atura! I'm a god!"

Well done, you fucking idiot, you attracted the attention of a god. What did you stop, or not stop, Darcy and Hyperion doing this time.

"What did I do?" I said, leaning backwards into the wheat and nearly falling through it.

Atura smiled. Only now did I notice the scar stretching across the left side of her face. My own scars itched at the sight of it, but I shrugged it off. Its not every day you see someone with scars like yours.

"You were just... you, silly. Your natural calmness and ability to be in control of situations that others don't enjoy. And your lack of fear. Well, basically everything about you."

Damn, I did something good for once.

"So, why are you here." I said, tucking a loose strand of dark hair behind my ear.

The trees whispered songs of something. Something coming, something dangerous. I'd always know the trees could whisper, but I never actually understood what they said.

Now, they spoke clearly, clearer than anything I'd ever heard really.

"For this." Atura's voice blended with the trees, but I could still just make it out. "You were chosen, Aeron. Just like the others. You've been selected to be a Champion."

The world seemed to whirl around us, gold and green blending into one, casting me and the god into void of goldish green.

I found myself almost floating, Atura was still in front of me.

"You, my child, are more powerful than you knew. You're filled with it, I can tell. I want you to harness that. I want you to help us fight the darkness that threatens your land."

Ok, we got here a month ago and there's already a threat. Starting to think I should've stayed in Collosus.

"Please, take this." She held out a circlet, an ornate piece made out of what looked like pure gold. A gorgeous emerald lay in a little dip in the very centre.

I reached out, grabbing it in both hands and looking at it.

"You're worthy of it, I believe you are."

My hands shook as I turned it around, staring up into those mirror like green eyes. "I'm not, though."

Atura smiled sadly. "I thought you would say that. You are, you just don't believe it. You're the best swordsperson I've ever seen, and you know how to lead."

I looked back at the circlet, hands shaking more as I raised it to my head, laying it carefully above my brow.

A rush of power flowed through me. It's hard to describe, unless you know exactly that feeling when you drink a hot chocolate that's just the tight temperature and you can feel the comfort filling you.

"You shall do great things."

The swirling stopped, the god had vanished, and I was left alone in a field, the wheat still tickling my back.

A ding on my communicator. I pulled the thing out, finding it was the Desert Rose Alliance chat. I opened it, staring at the most recent message on the screen.

Darcy: Anyone else just get blessed by a fucking god?