Ripples

After the birth of Sol, many ripples occurred in the world.

[In another continent]

Inside an old and dilapidated church building is a young priestess who can be seen praying. The target of her devotion is directed towards a statue that looks like Solinia, the primordial sun goddess. The young girl's daily ritual is soon to be disturbed by a miracle.

"Head priestess! The statue of the goddess Solinia is shining!" said a nun behind her.

The young priestess looked up and was baffled by what she saw. A golden glow enveloped the statue. The once plain-looking statue transformed into a life-like depiction of the goddess. It radiated a holy aura that calmed the shocked nun and priestess. When the phenomenon subsided, a single pendant of the sun can be found at the statue's base.

It took a couple of minutes for the two believers to recollect themselves.

"Head priestess...that aura and that pendent….could it be?"

"I-I believe so…., there has never been a recollection in our church records of this happening. I've only heard this event in other churches, who worshipped a different goddess."

The two stayed silent for another minute before looking at each other.

"The goddess Solinia finally has an Apostle!" they said in unison

The event of a god or goddess choosing an apostle has become commonly known since each god usually chooses one every 5-10 years. The apostles' job is to spread the influence of the god that they were blessed by. Though, not all of the gods abide by this rule, since some gods only choose one every 100, 1000, 10000 years, etc. However, one goddess in particular has never had one until now. That goddess was the Premordial goddess Solinia.

"Quick we must celebrate as we finally have a holy son!" said the nun.

"Let's tell the villagers first. I'm sure they'll be happy!" said the priestess

The Solinia faith had very view worshippers, most of them being in rural and hard to reach areas. The low number is mainly due to the lack of an apostle. I guess you can say that the religion is like a product, if you don't advertise it, how would people know about it. The number of influence and supporters you have is directly tied to the amount of power and blessings that you can give. Though, this rule does't apply to primordial beings, as they can still function by merely existing.

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[In another continent]

At the certain mountain range, dangerous cliffs and deep ravines paint the landscape. The place looked barren and uninhabitable. Even the most seasoned of veteran adventurers wouldn't dare come near this area. This is due to the various vile creatures that made this place their home.

The biggest reason above all is to avoid disturbing what slept there. A creature that was said to be majestic in appearance, but deadly when provoked. The mythical dragon Qiri. Though many warnings were set in place, prohibiting access to this dangerous area, many brave and foolish souls still come. Was it in pursuit of the said treasures that the area contained, or these individuals were just empty-headed vessels?

"Your highness, we should head back. We shouldn't even be here in the first place." said a nervous-looking attendant

"Nonsense, the succession rights for the family is near its end. Father said whoever brought him the most valuable treasure wins. We came here for that damn dragon. Now quit your bullish remarks and tell the troops to march!" said a young fat royal.

The fool in question is named Bartholemu Waxoff, along with him is his worried attendant and 100 tired troops. The troops of originally 170 defended their young lord throughout their traverse. Many of them were scared but they had no other option but to come. If not, their heads along with their families will be rolling on the floor by the next day.

"Hehe, I can feel that we are almost near! I'll show my damn siblings who the next king will be! It's a good thing that I got a hold of fathers royal nights to come, hahaha."

The boy's laughter was cut short when the ground started to shake violently. The boy's horse panicked and threw him off and galloped away, a smart choice as what was about to happen next was truly devastating.

All of a sudden, a dark blue azure dragon landed before them. The dragon's scales shined like the brightest of gems and its aura exhausted a holy feeling. Its size was massive, comparable to the height of a kingdom's walls. The most surprising part was the tip of its tail, which was covered by a roaring blue flame.

"Ahhhhhhh!" screamed many soldiers as when the dragon landed it accidentally stepped on half of the platoon.

"Oops, I think I accidentally stepped on a few bugs."

The dragon looked down and saw the little humans running in panic. Along with a fat child who appeared to have passed out while soiling his pants.

"Fufufu, for trespassing on my property usually death would be your only punishment. I'll let you ants go this time since I'm in a good mood today. The holy son has finally been born!" said the dragon happily before flying off.

The remaining 52 ants looked up at the sky towards the departing dragon's image. Many cried and prayed, while others threw up by the mushy mess of their comrades.

"My prince, my prince! Are you alright!" said the attendant as he ran to the collapsed boy.

"My words what a powerful being, if not for the mercy that it showed us, we'd probably all be mincemeat."

Though the attendant was worried for his prince, the last words of the dragon lingered in his mind. Who was this holy son that it spoke of?

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[In another continent]

The church the Marko, the god of war and conquest was one of the biggest religions in the empire. The church alongside the imperial family ran the empire with an iron fist. This militaristic way of management had its pros and cons, but the masses mainly agreed with the cons.

"Esteemed Pope Laru, we have some important news!" said a rugged-looking bishop as he quickly entered the pope's room.

What met the bishop was the sight of the pope examining a nude woman, who was in doggy style on his desk. The pope was drawing the curvaceous woman from his seat. The bishop was used to this sort of display and continued to relay the news.

"Sir, we have received news of an oracle during the daily prayers. The lead cardinal leading the session said that he received news from the god Marko. The news stated 'A new holy son of the goddess Solinia had appeared.'

The pope quickly stopped what he was doing and furrowed his brows. The pope was no newbie to the Solinia faith. Heck, he used to be a devout follower, devoting 40 years of his life, constantly praying to the goddess. During those 40 years, he has heard no voice or had any interaction with the goddess. When he heard that the goddess finally accepted an apostle, anger and jealousy filled his heart.

"Bishop, right now we can't do anything unless they appear and publicize themselves. We'll wait for that moment and strike, and kill that heretic!"

The only way to identify if someone was an apostle is if they publicly announce it themselves or they are seen with a high appraisal skill. Even gods are forbidden from telling their followers. If they did, they would be blacklisted and killed by their fellow gods. Plus who in their right mind would go against a supreme primordial deity.