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I’m not saying I’m responsible for waking up ancient gods, but I’m not not saying it either.
It all started so innocently—just me, a backpack, a bottle of water, and two perfectly unassuming Nature Valley granola bars. I thought I was being kind, you know? Giving an offering to the old moss-covered altar I found deep in the woods. A little snack for whatever forgotten deities might be listening, nothing more. Just a way to break the silence of my usual solo hike.
But, apparently, even gods can’t resist a good snack and some bottled hydration. I mean, who can blame them? If I’d been lying dormant for centuries and someone offered me free food, I’d be up and about too.
Now, a week later, I can’t walk ten feet into the forest without feeling like someone’s watching me. And don’t even get me started on the voices. Yeah, those voices that keep telling me I’ve "awakened them." Like I don’t have enough going on in my life without being followed around by a bunch of ancient, all-powerful beings.
So, here’s the deal. I didn’t mean to become a priestess. I didn’t mean to get tangled up with gods who might just be a little bit more interested in my granola bars than I am. But I’m pretty sure I don’t get a choice in the matter. So, until they realize they’ve made a massive mistake, I guess I’ll just have to make the best of it.
It’s going to be a fun ride, right?
And hey, if nothing else, at least I’m stocked up on snacks for the next round.