Sinead

it burned as the power began to flow through her body, causing her to crash into a pile of dead leaves. The snake stared with lips pulled back into what looked to be a smile. Two long fangs appeared out, and while the power was rushing through her body, her mind left her, feeling herself being pulled into a pure white limbo. She had been here before, only it was when Dreanna fused her with the Vargo blood- adopting her into the family.

Her body only had the protection of the light silk that adorned her, flowing in a light wind that surrounded her. Her body was cleaned, void of all dirt and imperfections, something the power that ran through her body caused.

She wasn’t alone.

Before her rested the snake, the one that guarded the power source until Sinead took it into her heart. His body was the length of her arm; from the tips of her fingers to her shoulder. His head was held high, slither a little closer before he hissed.

“So what is your name?” Her voice echoed in the void, feet standing in a defensive nature.​

“What would you name me?” ​It hissed, looking up at her, beginning to coil his body around her leg to make his way up her body along the outside of the dress until he found her left arm, holding himself there as if he wanted to get a closer look. “After all, goddesss, you created me.” His cruel laughter echoed in her ear, pulling her face away from his. “I am Enki, the god who createssss. Fitting name, don’t you think?”​​

“And your purpose…. You will be my… other half?” The whole thing was confusing to her, unsure if she fully understood. The snake before her was more than her opposite. He would be bound to her as a representation that not all creations were viewed as good, but evil. He was a whisper in her ear to not just help those who wish to create good and many babies, but create a change in Tyran, some that may harm others…. Like Camien.

A shiver ran down her spine, the snake laughing as she clued into her thoughts. They were one, after all. Her dark creations; the hate she provided in others, was just a separate part of her. Enki was her… A scowl met her features, throwing the snake to the ground in front of her. She didn’t like him, not one bit. However…

Every action has a reaction.

Sinead fell to her knees, the snake slowly crawling towards her. The pain was no longer nulled while she lingered in her own mind, trying to figure everything out. Suddenly, the snake came attacking her, biting her body. With each bite, the venom flowed through her, causing her body to burn once more. Everything slowly started to face to black, and the last pair of eyes she stared at, were her own sunshine hues…. A slithering tongue hissing at her.

The moment was like no other, a rush of fire running through her body, there alone in the jungle, but a days ride outside of the city walls. She suffered for only a moment, before the cool finally hit and Sinead was at peace, letting the power set in. Nothing changed about her, she still held a married name, still had the same mindset she always did, and that voice seemed to be a little closer to her heart now. The only differences to Sinead, were done so by her body. A slight glow to her figure surrounded her, keeping her out of darkness where ever she went. Everything she touched felt as though it were nurtured by a mothers loving hand. Her smile had new meaning while she stood alone, perhaps with Dreanna watching over her. For now, it was the only other god she felt.​
Eyes danced about, enjoying the feel of the twisted trees and looming vines. Something about it reminded her of a maze, which would surely need to change a little. Something about the stump where she found the snake intrigued her.  It was an adventure to get out there, something Sinead would have to fix. Why? Simply because this was the spot she chose... more like -it- chose. The snake still coiled around her arm, a forever reminder that with life comes death; with creation comes.... Well that was another story. A story not told by her. The woman moved to sit upon an old stump, letting her mind wander as she let immortality set in.
Her first question was why, but soon enough she found the answer on her own. Not only did everything happen for a reason, but she made the reason. With creation comes life, blessed with adventures, misery, triumphs, and happiness. Life could be created with the simple touch of her fingers to the earth, a small flower  reaching out to her fingers as if to thank her. Yet she was not just a creator of life. Though life was a rather obvious one; one that made her avoid the idea of pointing swords to challenge the life of another. In fact, the very thought made Sinead shiver on the spot.
Life was an obvious one, but there was more to that. Sinead once upon a time, created hope, opportunity, and justice in order to build a city. Then wicked passion, and drive to tear that city down. She created love to her family and friends, while hate was created in those who wished her down fall… She created many things, both good and bad- just depending on how one looked at it. Good and bad was always there, one just needed to stand on a certain side of a bridge.
When the temple was built, many would come. Advice, therapy, understanding…. Creation was most popular inside the mortal (and immortal!) life, passing through each being in different forms. She would be the flow of that energy, blessing ideas that would cause a ripple effect in Tyran, or accepting the creation of emotions. Finally, she would create life to not deflect when it’s opposite was, but to take destruction and form new life.

“Well, what would you have me do?” She pulled the snake off her shoulder, letting it wrap its small body around her hand. He was her reminder, a sinful one at that, but still a reminder that soon enough there would be her opposite, and she would need to take from the bad, rather than repel it. Action forms reaction. “I guess, even you were created.” Another reminder, which only lead her thoughts to the powers of something else she felt. It involved family, but for now that would have to wait and pass. She had other things to do.
There was… a great amount of pleasure in coming across powers such as this, especially with a new born. The first thing Sinead wanted to do was to make sure the babe was safe, but for now that would have to wait. She continued to linger in the jungle, letting her eyes feel the animal watching the so called ‘goddess’. A simple priestess once, to queen, and now goddess. It was a hard crown to wear, but she wore it with a careful heart and mind. When truthfully all it felt like was sitting in a pile of mess, waiting for others to come and help her clean it up. Her nose wrinkled, letting her body just sit on the stump and think.
Would people have faith? The snake hissed. Yes, that wasn’t important. It was more about who would help her. As long as people had faith in their own creations, she would feel it. Perhaps this essence of ‘power’ was how Tyran was meant to be. A mix of faith and humanity forming together in one big balance. The scales would eventually tip… Eventually.
To those who believed in the power of creation; they would allow Sinead to enter their dreams and thoughts, placing the pebble of an idea in each of their heads as if it were their own. Her knight, her dear old friend, family, and even those who cared little for her… So long as she could create some sort of drive in them… they would come. Not to harm or turn it down, but to create something new…