Axiothea's beginning

 Weeks after receiving her blessing from the Great Gods, Axiothea now wanders the countryside, fighting those who need to be fought, and protecting those who need to be protected. She is still unsure of walking around nude, but she was told by Great Gods that her body is impervious to damage, and therefore needs no clothing. Yet Axiothea still questions it.

 In an open field, the bare muscular heroine, Axiothea, sits on a smooth lone rock, wearing a cloak that covers her back. Her short red hair and two bright blue eyes—a blue triangle painted underneath her left eye—stare up into the blue sky, then back at her blood covered hands. Earlier she saved a village from marauding brigands, killing the vile men with ease with her brawny arms. Yet she still can't believe that a once lowly woman like her was divinely blessed can cause so much destruction in the nude. She remembers each vile force she has encountered ogling her, before meeting their doom. She thanks the gods each time for the victory, then moves on to do another heroic deed. Still she doesn't understand why can't she feel pride and satisfaction in her work.

 "Is this what have I been made to be?" she says, rubbing her bloody hands on the cloak that covers her body. She wears it because she still dislikes that she must be nude to show off the greatness of the Great Gods blessing. Even if she is a powerhouse of divine might, she was taught that men and women must remain clothed, unless they want to be seen harshly.

 "Yet this is my duty now," she then says. "I am the Great Gods champion warrior. Divinely blessed to show off their greatness. I could be evil, but I was told that they have smitten evil warriors before, therefore I must use my powers for good."

 Axiothea continues to clean her blood-soaked hands with her cloak, then wanders down to a nearby pond to wash off the last of the blood. There she will also catch some food. She catches a small fish, and eats it for dinner. Once the sun sets and night rules the sky, she sleeps next to that lone stone, her cloak covering her. She sleeping body awakens to a bright realm, with glowing clouds surrounding her; she sits with her bare bottom on one of these clouds. She remembers this place when she was given the divine blessing, but she doesn't know why she is back.

 From afar she sees a figure walking to her in this bright realm. The figure wears a long grey tunic, has blond hair, pale skin, and dazzling eyes. The figure's blond hair glistens in the bright realm, making Axiothea squint her eyes. She is able to see shovel and pitchfork the figure carries. As the figure gets closer, Axiothea sees her towering over her nude muscular body.

 "I am trying to remember who you are but I can't," Axiothea says prostrating herself before the tall woman.

 "Stand up. I am Demtramis, Goddess of Creation, do you not remember me bringing you to this realm. Do you not remember me stating your case to be divinely blessed before Solvictus and the other Great Gods?"

 "M-may-maybe," Axiothea stammers, nervously standing up.

 "So why do you still doubt our power down on the mortal plain."

 "What do you mean great Demtramis."

 "That cloak you use to cover your body. When you awaken, toss it. You have no need for the attire of mankind. Your muscular heroic body is a symbol of our greatness, display it with pride."

 "But I don't want to be seen as a floosy," Axiothea cries.

 "Toss it!" the goddess's voice booms.

 "Yes, I will. Please don't smite me," Axiothea says.

 "I will not. Now I didn't call for you to be here to scolded over a cloak," the Goddess of Cultivation says. "I brought you here to warn you. The Great Gods are testing my sprouting crop. They wish to see how you will grow. The divine blessing is nutritious soil to that helps aid your growth, but there is a catch."

 "What is it," Axiothea asks.

 "If you become too prideful of your power—your brain becoming cocky just because it pilots a heroic chiseled body, even though it is limp and squishy—then we will have no choice but to take it away from you for as long as we see fit. Like a grown stalk whose leaves sprout randomly and must be cut to keep the plant healthy, so too must we do this to keep your heroism vigorous."

 "But I don't feel pride when using my newly claimed powers," Axiothea cries. "In fact I feel shame of the state they let me be in."

 "We have already said for you to be proud of your nude muscular heroic body. No my child, I come to warn you. Fate has sealed its grasp over you. Soon you will be tested to see if you will realize the true working of the divine blessing. Yet that test you will fail. I am suppose to keep quiet, but I can't bear to see you unexpectedly suffer."

 "Wait! What is my fa—," Axiothea says, but she is woken from her dream.

 She wakes up in the open field, the sun of the morning sky beaming into her eyes.

 "What is my fate," she mutters, getting up.

 She tears off the cloak, letting the wind take it away. She will trust Demtramis' word that her divinely blessed bare body should be exhibited, so that mortal men fear the greatness of the Great Gods who rule the world.

 Axiothea stretches her muscular naked body, then walks off, looking for another adventure. As she walks, she wonders what will cause her to lose her divine blessing and suffer at the hands of fate. She has been told that fate is like an arrow shot from a marksman, once the target has been marked they will be inevitably hit. Axiothea knows she can't escape being punished for being too prideful, but wants to know what part of her body will suffer; she thinks that she can at least control where on her body will suffer.

 "This all foolish. Let me be a heroine, and let fate do its deed," Axiothea says aloud, continuing her walking. "I can't avoid the inevitable. Thank you Demtramis for warning me. I will give you a tribute once my punishment is over with."

 Axiothea's walking takes her to a destroyed carriage sitting in field with trees spread around the land. From its well-made design that isn't to highly crafted, she can tell it was made for an affluent merchant; a nobleman's carriage would have decorated in jewelry and embroidery, while a peasant's would look plain. As Axiothea gets closer, she finds the horses that pulled it, dead on the ground, their throats slashed, and bodies ripped open. She then sees dead men laying around the carriage, their bodies torn to pieces. As Axiothea examines the destructive scene, she hears whimpering coming from the wrecked carriage.

 She lifts up the broken wood, and sees a little boy cowering underneath the ruins. His well-made clothes are torn, and his light skin face is full of sawdust, as well as fear.

 "Please don't hurt me!" he begs, curling up defensively.

 "Do not worry. I am here to help. I am Axiothea, a heroine blessed by the Great Gods," she says.

 "Y-you are," he says, tears flowing down his face.

 "Yes, I am, so don't worry. Now tell me what happened here."

 The boy whimpers and sobs, before speaking.

 "We were attacked. Father was taking us to the coast, when a monster attacked us."

 "What kind of monster?"

 "It, it, was long and full of green scales. Father's men called it a wyrm."

 Axiothea remains silent as she ponders what to do about this monster. She knows that wyrm's are more powerful than the marauders and villains she has faced. Yet she can't let the beast get away with its vile deed.

 "It killed father!" the boy cries. "I heard it attacking them and their screams as it killed them."

 The boy sobs heavily. Axiothea persuades him, that she will slay the wyrm and avenge his father's death. She then convinces him to leave his hiding spot, and leads him away from the carnage, shielding his eyes from the blood bath. She takes him to a nearby garrison, and then heads off looking for the green wyrm; the soldiers of the garrison—after she convinced them to stop ogling her, and explains her blessing from the gods—told her of high hills that lay before the coast, where a long terrible beast is rumored to live. She believes the beast must be the wyrm, and heads there, ready to slay the evil wyrm.

 It takes her over a day to reach the coast. She can smell the sea before she even reaches the high hills. Her observing of the high hills make her believe that the hiding spot of the wyrm is a strange one. She sees the green grass cover the winding, rising, falling terrain. Many white and brown boulders and stones cover the hills; the grass is either torn up by them, or growing around them and holding them in place. She wanders the hills looking for a hiding spot the wyrm could hide in; she hears the screeching of gulls flying over the water and beach. She stops her searching to look at the magnificent wide ocean from her elevated position. Axiothea came from a land locked town, but as a child she was told stories of sailors braving the wild ocean and facing the monsters that live in its endless deep. As she looks at the deep blue ocean, she wonders if there will be one day she ventures into the endless sea, and brave the danger of the stories she was told.

 "One day," she says. "But I must get back to searching for that wyrm."

She continues her searching, but her bare feet are getting annoyed by the stones tripping her feet. She sits on one of the boulders to rest. Her bare bottom sits on the cold rock, her two blue eyes looking up at the clear sky, the sun shows that is midday. She knows she will keep continuing to search until sunset, then she will have to find a place to sleep and try again the next day to find the wyrm.

 As she sits, she hears a loud hiss come from the beach. She gets up and stealthily moves until she reaches the crest of the hills that lead down to the beach. Axiothea then looks down from up high and sees a long green scaled serpentine creature on the beach. Its legless body is dug deep into the sand, as its dragon-like head is digging deep into a large corpse, pulling out flesh and swallowing it down its throat. She sees that the corpse being consumed looks like a whale calf. Axiothea gets nerves as she sees the creature eat; that baby whale dwarfs her, and it is being eaten by a creature longer than it. It has to be the wyrm she has been hunting, and this leads to her heart beating with fright. She sees from the bite marks on the calf, that it hunted the baby whale, which means it swam out, killed it, and dragged it back from the deep waters to the beach. Axiothea feels nervous about facing a powerful creature.

 "This is ridiculous," she then says. "I was blessed by the Great Gods. They wouldn't cower before this mighty wyrm, and neither should I."

 She gives out a mighty battle cry. The green wyrm stops its eating, and looks at the nude heroine standing high above away from it. The beast gives out a warning hiss, but she screams back at it, then picks up one of the stones at tosses it at the beast's head. The hardy green scales protect the wyrm, but now it is pissed. The elongated wyrm slithers toward her, hissing with fury. Axiothea throws more stones at it, but this only slows its movement, and annoys it. Then she picks up one of the boulders with ease, and hurls it down at the raging wyrm. The force of the chucked boulder hits it hard, and knocks it over on its back. The wyrm flails until it is back on its stomach. Then it hisses and flees, seeing Axiothea as trouble that isn't worth it.

 Axiothea then hurls another boulder, it knocks the wyrm on to its back, while also while crashing onto its tail trapping it in the sand. The wyrm flails back on to its stomach, then struggles to free its tail, but can't pull it out. Seeing that the wyrm is unable to escape, Axiothea picks up a boulder, and walks down toward the wyrm; she is going to crush its head with the large boulder.

 The wyrm curls up defensively, hissing loudly. The nude heroine is not intimidated, she gets closer, barely in reach of the beast to lunge at a her. She raises the boulder above her head, smiling with glee.

 "Ha! Ha! Foolish creature, don't you know I have bested you. Now I am going to kill you with ease."

 Little did Axiothea know that she was being cocky, and now it was too late. Her pride saps her of her divine strength. Suddenly the boulder she has raised above her head, feels heavy. She struggles to hold it, her body swaying and rocking as she tries to keep her balance. The wyrm is perplexed by its attacker's struggles, but uses the opportunity to strike. Its long body shoots out at Axiothea—her dire state in the range of its fangs—its mouth opened wide. Axiothea desperately tosses the boulder, its falls on the wyrm's neck, but she didn't stop its attack unscathed. Right before the boulder fell on the wyrm, its fang slashed her right eye; the great size of its fang pierced deep into her right eye, tearing it out with during the slash. Axiothea cries in pain, falling to the ground clutching her wounded eye with her hand.

 The wyrm was not killed by the boulder. The large brown rock fell on it weakly, barely pinning the wyrm's neck into the sand unlike the boulder on its tail. The wyrm uses its strength, to toss the boulder off its neck. Then it shoots its body at the wounded heroine, but Axiothea fell on the ground too far away from its reach, so the wyrm decides to go back to trying to free its tail.

Meanwhile Axiothea is crying in pain clutching her right eye in pain, blood dripping down the right side of her face. She can't remember the last time she felt pain, as the divine blessing had always protected her from damage. Then she realizes this is her fated punishment. She became too cocky with her divine blessing, and it was taken from her, leaving her a normal nude woman, instead of an impervious one. She realizes how lucky she was to only lose her right eye, and if she hadn't acted immediately, the wyrm would have dug its fangs into her mortal nude body, and killed her like the whale calf it had hunted.

"I get it now. I get it now," she says. "Please Great Gods give it back. I am sorry."

She begins to feel her body become divinely blessed, her muscles tensing and flexing like a demigod champion told by the elders of the land. With the return of her blessing, she feels confident that she can win.

She rushes the wyrm, the beast still trying to free its tail. It sees her charging toward it, but she reaches it before it can react. Her bare muscular arms wrap around its thick throat. Axiothea squeezes hard, the wyrm hissing and struggling to throw her off, but she has dug her feet into the sand, preventing her muscular body from being moved. She continues squeezing until the wyrm suffocates. Once she senses that it is dead, she lets go, and lets it body crash on to the sand. She then looks up at the sky, with only her good eye, and prays.

"Demtramis, and the other Great Gods! I have seen how easily my blessing can be taken away! My pride and foolishness costed me my right eye, and almost my life. I now see that I must remain humble, or this blessing is for nothing. Thank you for giving me back my blessing and allowing me victory!"

She continues her prayer.

"Demtramis, the goddess who called for me to be the one blessed. Here lies a dead wyrm, a tribute for telling me of my fate! Let this dead beast satisfy you, and the other Great Gods you wish to share this tribute with."

She then tears out the dead wyrm's eyes and fangs, she will present them as evidence of her victory to the young boy. She heads back to the garrison, her wounded eye stinging with pain during her journey. She reaches it and presents the eyes and fangs to the soldiers, but they don't believe her, so they send a rider to where she said the dead wyrm is; he comes back, telling them that Axiothea's slaying of the monster true. The guardsmen praise her and celebrate her victory, the young boy hugging her and thanking her for avenging his father's death.

When Axiothea was waiting for the rider to come back, the garrison doctor cleaned and tended her gouged out right eye, and gives her an eye patch to wear. She prays to the gods once it is put on, asking them to watch over her only good eye, and not let it face the same fate as the lost one.

Once the celebrating is done, Axiothea heads off looking for another adventure. She now knows how her divine blessing works. She must be proud of her divine blessing—it allowing her to fight nude without receiving perilous damage—but not too proud, unless she wants to be stripped of it, and be left standing a naked and mortal in the cross hairs of a peril. The loss of her right eye was a warning she couldn't avoid, but she knows she can avoid other damage to her body, as long as she remains humble.