My first story. I hope you like it. It's a different perspective of the whole 'magical world' genre. Let me know if there are any issues/concerns/suggestions you have. Take note that I also like compliments. (Just saying)
Imagine that your lifespan wasn't a mere 70 years. Imagine that your lifespan is infinite. Never ending. Can you imagine that? For some it would be a blessing, while for others a curse.
This is a story of the God who gave up. Who gave up because it was tired. It was tired of the lies and deceptions, of the death and destruction, and of the setbacks and stagnations. This particular God grew so tired that it did the unthinkable. It left. None of the others knew how it left, but it did. And it was painfully clear to the others, not only why it had left, but that it had also left them behind.
This is a story of the God who came back.
