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An Oh My Goddess fanfic by Mike Breslau

Chapter 2 - Rebirth


We, age six days:

There was a debriefing meeting after we returned to our own universe. We all needed some time to return to normality after the madness of Noplace. Urd and Skuld needed even more healing time because they had died and been revived.

Kami-sama began the meeting. "I want to congratulate We-sama for a job well done. You've exceeded my expectations in every way. Good work." He looked pleased.

We demurred. "We had help from an unexpected ally. If the Reservoir hadn't joined forces with us we certainly would have been destroyed. That would have allowed Nihil to wipe out the viruses and survive."

Skuld asked, "What is this relationship between you and the Reservoir? What's the Reservoir really like?"

We replied, "The Reservoir is very much like a cloud. Have you ever tuned in to the mentality of a cloud? Clouds are aware, but they're not self-aware-they don't consider themselves to be separate 'selves.' They have no notion of time, so they always live in the present. Normally, clouds are content to bask in the sunshine and ride the winds, without a worry in the world. Sometimes they get moody, or even angry, and then they make great storms. The Reservoir is like that, drifting along without a purpose or a care, just existing in a pleasant state."

"When Keiichi first reached out directly to the Reservoir, he found it was friendly. Keiichi treated the Reservoir kindly and with respect. Strange as it sounds, the two of them became friends. We inherited that friendship from Keiichi. When we created the virus launcher spell in Noplace we opened a link to the Reservoir and didn't close it. We hadn't realized that the Reservoir was watching what was happening with great interest. When we were gravely injured and determined to protect our children, the Reservoir decided it couldn't remain aloof and allow its friends to suffer any longer. We had inadvertently given it a purpose, a motive for being. Now the Reservoir provides us with access to limitless power and the ability to work directly in higher dimensions. We provide the Reservoir with senses, cognition, purpose, and emotions. Both parties are richer for the relationship."

"Wow," said Urd reverently.

The Lord of Benevolence said, "I don't understand why you're so unhappy about the outcome. You've been acting as if you lost the battle."

"We did loose the battle, in a sense. Ben, you of all people should know how we feel about destroying beings of great potential. Our preferred approach would have been to try to reform Nihil, to make him a friend and not a foe. Only when that approach failed could we consent to killing Nihil. We're designed to feel that way. Kami-sama believed he was creating the most powerful Champion imaginable; if we didn't have that deep inhibition against killing then who would be able to protect you from us? Unfortunately, nobody even suspected that Nihil was alive. Now we're stuck with this built-in self-loathing for having done what we were designed to do. It's an impossible situation to be in, and there's no way out."

Around us faces turned pale with shock as the implications of what we said sunk in. Ben muttered, "No demon has ever imagined a more fiendish torment."

After a minute Kami-sama said, "Forgive me. I seem to have done something terrible to two wonderful young people that I loved very deeply. I had no idea that it would turn out this way." He was trembling.

We had no eyes, so we couldn't even weep.

After the meeting was over we tried to pick up the pieces of our lives. It turned out to be more difficult than we had anticipated.

We spawned a replica in the exact image of Keiichi and approached his daughter Chimelle. The Goddess of Knowledge wasn't fooled for a moment. "You're not my mommy!" she declared, and she hid behind Mara.

Mara looked at us helplessly. We sighed, and had to agree. "I guess we're not, at least not anymore."

Remembering our experience with the Miyazaki family so many years ago, we banished the replica and tried again in our true form. Chimelle peered at us cautiously. Tentatively she asked, "Mommy?" Softly she added, "You're beautiful."

"We're Locke-chan's mommy also. And you're beautiful too, Chime-chan." This time she accepted our hug. It felt good. Honesty was still the best policy.

We could no longer visit our parents in the afterlife. If we tried to explain what had happened, they'd realize that we were never their children, but Kami-sama's. Besides, they had been mortal, and what we are now is beyond mortal comprehension.

We tried to resume Keiichi's tutoring and mentoring duties. It didn't work particularly well. The ideas that we wanted to teach now were beyond the comprehension of the gods. The problems that the gods had were so elementary to us that we had trouble explaining the answers clearly. We could still answer questions, but as time passed fewer and fewer questions were asked of us.

We tried to resume Megumi's computing responsibilities. This time we were too successful. In four minutes flat we had fixed every remaining bug in the Yggdrasil system. It wasn't hard to do, because now we could grasp the entire body of code in a single glance instead of having to work page-by-page the way lesser minds do.

Our home life was happy, but strained. The Norns still loved us, and we loved them, but the gap between us had grown too large. Imagine how it would feel after being happily married for 200,000 years and then discovering that your spouse had turned into a frog or a dinosaur.

Sex was out of the question. We had no gender and wanted none. Replicas of Keiichi and Megumi wouldn't satisfy our wives any more than they had satisfied our children. At least in this area we benefited from our transformation. We could now make love in a way that was better than sex. Instead of genital penetration, we could experience whole-body interpenetration, with full sharing of bodies and souls. Remember the rapture that our progenitors felt as they merged? We had to be careful not to go too far, or we couldn't separate again when it was over, but it was wonderful just the same.


We, age 122 days:

Remember Keiichi's greatest fear-eternal life without close friends or a real peer group? Well, guess what? We had no peer group anywhere; there was nothing to compare to us in any universe. Our few casual friends fell away as they couldn't bridge the gap between themselves and us. Fortunately, our immediate family and closest friends stayed loyal.

The worst part of our situation is that we have nothing to do. We're grossly overqualified for any useful task. We tried to do the hardest job we could think of-replacing the Yggdrasil system and directly running the world. It didn't even need the full attention of the one brain lobe we assigned to the task. We were completely bored. Even the oblivion offered by drugs and alcohol was denied us by design. Imagine a drunken bull in a china shop, magnify it by a billion times, and you'll see why we couldn't be allowed to get stoned.

Picture a 21st century supersonic airliner, a sleek stainless steel beauty with six ramjet engines. Now imagine it transported intact to the center of biblical-era Jerusalem. It would have plenty of power and sophistication, but it would be totally useless. Actually, it would be worse than useless, because the pedestrians and donkeys would have to go around it. That is the situation we found ourselves in.

We spent our days at hobbies and pastimes. Even that brought scant relief; nobody could understand or appreciate the art works that we created. At night, since we don't have to sleep, we entered a meditative state and practiced lucid dreaming. A small part of our mind was always wondering: could we have done it any better?

The deep and abiding love we felt for our wives and children was the only thing that kept us sane. Their love for us was the only thing that kept us from leaving the universe entirely. We hoped love was enough, but we wondered how long it could endure.


We, age 2 years:

"Dad, come see what I made," said Terrben eagerly. We looked up from our current project, smiled, and followed our older son to his room. Terrben looked like a 13 year old mortal boy, tall and slender for his age, but he was a Star Class God and over a century old. We shouldn't have been surprised at what he had been able to do, but we were. It figures.

In the center of his room there was a diorama nearly 3 meters square. In the center of it was a wonderful model of a medieval European castle with a moat. Surrounding the castle were humble dwellings and some fields. There were numerous figures of humans and animals, all meticulously detailed, and they were moving as if alive. We noticed the shadow of a dragon at the far end of the scene. A knight on horseback caught our attention, and we focused in for a closer look. The man and the horse had moving internal organs, yet the man was less than two centimeters high.

We said, "This is truly remarkable, Terrben. Are they alive?"

"No, Dad, I'm running an AL program." We would have been upset if he had been creating living beings for a hobby at his age, but an Artificial Life program was perfectly acceptable.

We noticed a plaque on the side of the diorama, which explained that we were looking at "Castle Hassle, the Residence of Baron Tubbywilde."

We chuckled appreciatively. "Baron Tubbywilde, huh? You're a chip off the old block, Son."

"I was going to use 'Count Meeout,' but that's already been done. Besides, I wanted something grander sounding."

It was then that we noticed something strange inside the castle. Mounted near the top of each castle wall were four artillery pieces that didn't belong. "Son, aren't Gattling guns a little anachronistic? The use of gunpowder weapons marked the end of armored knights and stone castles."

"Of course, Father. Those are the surprise."


We, age 3 years:

Our family had just finished dinner when Terrben took us aside. "Dad, I've been studying the Oedipus legend and there are some things about it that puzzle me." We raised an eyebrow at him, figuratively speaking, of course.

"Dad, the Greeks who told the story believed that Oedipus' fate was predestined and couldn't be changed. Did Oedipus believe that too?"

"We imagine he did, Terrben."

"Then if he believed in predestination and thought he had no control over his fate, why did he feel so bad about what he'd done? It obviously wasn't his fault that he killed his father; it was the Fates' fault."

We suspected that we could see where this line of inquiry was leading. "Son, knowing something and feeling something are two different things. Oedipus may have logically or intellectually known that he had no choice, but his emotional reaction came from a different part of his brain. It's possible that deep down he suspected that he really did have control. Maybe he felt in his heart that he had free will, despite what his society believed. There's no way to know for sure without visiting him and reading his mind."

"Dad, did the Greeks really believe that gods could be so mean? It could make me ashamed to be a god if that were true."

"We wondered the same thing, a long time ago. Keiichi once asked the Norns about it. They assured him that real gods would never be so cruel unless there was a very good reason for it. Terrben, at various times humans have believed many things about the gods. They thought we might be jealous, or quick to anger, or very strict and unforgiving. Sometimes they saw us in a much kinder light. Just because mortals believe something doesn't make it true."

"But isn't what Kami-sama did to you really awful? You're going to suffer forever just because you did what you had to do. It's almost like predestination."

We were anticipating that, but it was still a killer question. We sighed. "Terrben, our situation is quite different from Oedipus'. Kami-sama wasn't being intentionally cruel; he just didn't have all the facts. Nobody knew or suspected that Nihil was alive. We certainly didn't suspect it when we tried to figure out what to do. There had never been a living black hole before, so there was no reason to ask the question. It caught everyone by surprise."

We continued, "Kami-sama designed us to be the most powerful entity that ever existed. He had no choice but to give us strong inhibitions as a safety mechanism. Nobody could trust us without them. If you were as strong as we are, we wouldn't be able to trust you if you had no inhibitions. By the same reasoning, we're unable to override or rationalize our guilt away. What good are safety mechanisms if they're easily circumvented? It's a feature, not a bug, unless you happen to be inside our skull. As it is, hardly an hour goes by without some part of us wondering if there wasn't a better way to handle the problem, or if there's anything we can do make it better even now."

"Sorry, Father. Both you and Oedipus have had really nasty surprises." He hung his head a little.

We gave him the equivalent of a wan smile. "It's not your fault, kid. Don't you go around feeling guilty about something you had no control over."

Terrben brightened. "Okay, Dad, I'll try."


We, age 5 years:

Chimelle asked, "Mom, what's it like being a composite?"

We smiled. "Are you asking what is it like for us, or do you wonder what it would be like for you to be part of a composite?"

"I guess I'm curious about what it would feel like for me."

"Chimelle, most girls your age wonder what it feels like to be an adult woman. Do you have a secret ambition to grow up to be like us?" We smiled gently at her.

"I'm not sure. I asked because I was curious, that's all. Is it hard to answer my question?"

We thought for a moment and replied, "We can't possibly explain it in words, or even using telepathy. Why don't you round up your brothers and we'll let you all experience it for yourselves. Perhaps they're wondering too."

Chimelle ran off and soon returned with her siblings. They seemed excited by the prospect.

"Are you really going to merge us, Mom?" asked Locke.

"No, we wouldn't do that because there could be no going back. You'd be stuck together forever even if you decided you didn't really like it. Instead, we'll just give you a virtual experience. You'll be able to sample what it would feel like without being really merged. It's much safer that way."

"That would be great, Dad," said Terrben. "What do we have to do?"

We materialized three futons at the side of the room and said, "Start by lying down and make yourselves comfortable." They rushed to comply. We gave them 40 seconds to calm down a little, then began the virtual experience. They seemed to hear us say, "Okay, now stand up please."

They all got to their feet feeling slightly confused. "You just had us lie down, and now you want us to stand up? Why?" asked Chimelle.

Locke exclaimed, "Chimelle, look at us. We're all grown up now."

Terrben said, "I get it. This is the start of our virtual experience. See, our regular bodies are still lying on the futons. Father, where are our clothes?"

They were all nude. Casual nudity wasn't a problem inside our home, but in public the divine dress code still applied.

We answered, "You won't need any clothes; they'd only get in the way. You're adults now because there are no composite children. We're 'born' fully grown up."

Chimelle examined herself. "I look pretty nice. I like it," she said.

Actually, "pretty nice" was an understatement. Even in a realm full of beautiful goddesses she could still command attention. Picture a raven-haired Belldandy, add just a touch of Urd's voluptuousness and Skuld's cuteness, and you'll be close. All three had a slightly oriental look which lent them a somewhat exotic appearance.

Locke looked her over and observed, "You look pretty good to me, Chime-chan."

"You're rather nice yourself, Locke-chan," she replied.

Locke resembled Keiichi, but he was taller, and had broad shoulders and dark brown hair.

Terrben said, "Will you two lovebirds knock it off? You can grok each other on your own time."

Adult Terrben was slender, with a darker complexion and striking features. His piercing blue eyes resembled star sapphires. Chimelle stuck her tongue out at him, looking incongruous in her grown-up body.

Locke protested, "We are not lovebirds. Are you jealous, Terrben?"

We put a stop to the argument. "Terrben is right. You'll have millions of years for adult experiences, but less than a century of prepubescence. Don't rush things. Please gather in the center of the room and form a small triangle, with each of you facing outwards. Try to get as close together as you can, and hold hands." They complied. We continued, "Now let your mental shields down completely, then enter into deep rapport with each other." The next suggestion had to be delivered mentally, because there are no possible words that could express it. Their bodies seemed to liquefy and intermingle. With brief cries of ecstasy the three adult children ceased to exist and a new composite person appeared. Initially, there were multiple thoughts simultaneously, but soon a degree of coordination appeared as the multiple personalities adjusted to being "one" composite person.

"Wow, that was really neat. / Hey, there are four of us in here. Who are you/ I can see the inside and the outside of everything at the same time. That's incredible/ Our bones are flexible. No wonder we can move so gracefully."

"You can call me 'Morestuff.' / I never imagined there could be so much in here."

"We-sama, there's so much capacity in our brain. Why isn't our skull as large as the amphitheater?"

We answered, "Your brain would be too large for the amphitheater if it was limited to three dimensions. That's also the reason you can see the inside and outside of everything simultaneously."

"Father, if there are no composite children, how do we reproduce? Can we reproduce, or can our population only grow by recruiting singletons?"

"We normally reproduce by fusion-fission. Two or more composites can merge, mix up their components, share their memories, and then split up into an equal or greater number of composites. A single composite can't divide itself like an amoeba, because it wouldn't have enough 'stuff' to go around. It wouldn't be something we do often, because the 'parents' would all disappear. In effect, we have to die in order to be reborn. We're somewhat like a Phoenix that way. Strange as it may seem, this arrangement solves one of the problems of immortality. After many billions of years life tends to get stale. Kami-sama is already feeling that effect, and he's only 16 billion years old. Fusion-fission allows us to rejuvenate ourselves by being reborn whenever needed."

"Does that mean that you can't reproduce now, because there are no other real composites?"

"We probably couldn't reproduce even if there were other composites like ourselves," we answered sadly. "Our 'children' would bear some of the guilt and shame that we feel, so no potential partner would be willing to merge with us. If there was a society of composites we would be an outcast, uable to find a partner for mating. Only someone who loved us very much indeed would even consider such a thing."

"Gosh, that's really too bad, Father." They explored their new state of being for another few minutes.

"Your time is up now. We will simulate a hypothetical process of separation, because there's no real way to do it. Each of you face in the direction you were originally facing in before the merging. Now each of you take one step forward, leading with your right foot." We simulated a sensation of tearing apart and shrinking, with a small amount of pain and disorientation. "Now you can mentally disengage and put up your personal shields again."

They now appeared to be three separate adults. The three of them lay down on their futons, and the virtual experience ended.

"Wow! That was an experience I'll never forget," said Locke, sitting up and looking dazed.

"And an experience you won't be able to remember accurately, now that you're three-dimensional again. Thanks, Mother, that was really special," added Chimelle.

Terrben thought for a moment and said, "We remained three-dimensional while we were having the virtual experience, so we should be able to remember it accurately."

"Good thinking, Terrben. There are some subtle details of the composite experience that we couldn't simulate, but you've had the essential elements. We hope your curiosity is satisfied," we concluded.

The boys wandered away looking somewhat dazed. After they were gone, Chimelle quietly asked, "Mother, could you have really merged us into a composite?"

"Yes, we could, but we wouldn't."

"I admire your restraint, Mother. Obviously you're very lonely and want to have a peer. There really isn't anyone on your level for you to talk to."

We sighed. "Is it that evident? Yes, we're always lonely, but we're never alone. We always have someone to talk to, even when nobody else is around. It would be nice to have another point of view sometimes. Chimelle, if you had really fused into another composite the time would come when you'd desire to mate. If we were the only other composite and you mated with us then all our children would bear a part of our burden forever. I love you too much to allow you to experience such sorrow."

"Mother, we love you too much to allow you to bear your burden alone. I'm sure we'd be willing to share it, if it would make your life easier."

"Dear Chimelle, you're much too young to make such a commitment. We appreciate your generosity, but we must refuse."

It was a no-win situation. If we passed on our guilt to another, we would feel guilty about having done that unkind act. We embraced, and Chimelle wept for both of us.


We, age 210 years:

It was late afternoon when Terrben noticed something really anomalous: an unescorted mortal was wandering around in Asgard. The mortal, a young man with an athletic build, seemed to be quite bewildered.

Terrben teleported over to him. "May I help you?" he asked politely.

The mortal seemed to be startled for a moment. "Must be a martial artist or he couldn't have approached me so silently," he thought. Aloud, he replied, "Thanks. Could you tell me where I am now? I seem to have gotten lost again."

"You're in Asgard, the home of the gods."

The stranger put his palm to his forehead and looked wretched. "Oh, man, now I'm really lost! I belong in a completely different fanfic." Then a puzzled expression appeared on his face. He looked down at Terrben and asked, "Are you a god?"

Terrben rose into the air until his eyes were level with those of the young man. "What do I look like, a turnip?" he replied haughtily.

The mortal realized his mistake immediately. "I'm sorry. I've never met a real god before. I guess I was expecting someone older."

At this moment we appeared on the scene, in response to Terrben's mental summons. The mortal saw us and screamed, "Yaaa! A space alien!" then he assumed a defensive pose.

"That's no space alien," said Terrben soothingly, "That's my father. They won't hurt you."

"If that's your father, I hope I never find the spring he fell into," muttered the stranger.

We were certainly surprised when we saw our visitor. We never expected to meet him here, or anywhere else for that matter. Yellow bandanna with block spots? Check. Backpack? Check. Cute little fangs? Check. Totally and completely lost? Double check. "Hibiki Ryoga, we presume?" we asked.

He looked startled. "You know me?"

"Only by reputation," we assured him. "Terrben, Is this one of your surprises?"

"No, Father, he surprised me!"

"We thought so. Son, could you please escort our visitor back to the page he wandered away from?"

We sent Terrben the directions mentally. We would have liked to accompany him ourselves, but our appearance would have induced panic. We can't visit the mortal plane any more. Even when we're disguised or invisible, our aura is strong enough to be sensed by humans and it disturbs them.

"No problem, Dad."

"Thank you. I really appreciate this," said Ryoga.

We answered, "You're welcome, Hibiki. Terrben, when you get there, try not to interfere. In particular, no curse lifting."

Terrben looked confused. "Huh?"

"You'll see when you get there. Son, sometimes the hardest part of being a god is knowing when not to meddle. It's bad form to have a god pop out of nowhere and fix everyone's problems, it leaves the readers feeling disappointed."

"Okay, Dad, I'll try to remember. Lets go, Ryoga."

They vanished. It had been a memorable encounter.


We, age 410 years:

We convened a small meeting at our home in order to make a sorrowful announcement. Our family and our closest friends, Kami-sama, Ben, and Mara, were there. The mood was solemn, as if they knew what we were going to say.

We stood up and spoke first. "We're glad you could all come tonight. We have to say goodbye, and we don't want to say it more than once."

There was no reaction from the audience. Chimelle, then in early adolescence, spoke for them all. "We all knew that you'd be leaving us, We-sama. It was pretty obvious." Around the room heads nodded in agreement.

"Dear Chimelle, when did the Goddess of Knowledge become the Goddess of Wisdom? We'll miss you very much, just as we will miss the rest of you."

Ben said, "You've been acting moody and restless for years now, We-sama. It's clear that you've outgrown us, and outgrown our universe too. Where are you going, and what will you do?"

"We will take a few centuries off and tour the other universes, to see if there's anything about them that we particularly like. After that, we'll probably return to Noplace for a while until we can design and build our own universe."

"I'm sure you'll make a magnificent universe, We-sama," Kami-sama said. "Can we see it when it's completed?"

"Yes, certainly. You're all welcome to come visit, but we doubt you'll want to remain there for very long." Around the room heads nodded in agreement. Our universe would probably be nearly as incomprehensible to them as Noplace was.

Belldandy asked, "We-sama, what about our contract? Keiichi and I are supposed to be together forever. Can I come with you?" She sounded anxious and heartbroken.

"We'd be delighted if you could come with us, Bell-chan, but you've no idea how much it would cost you to do so. We love you too much to ask you to make so great a sacrifice for our sake."

Belldandy looked determined. "Tell me what I'd have to do, and let me make my own decision about that. You deserve happiness more than any living person does, my love, but instead you've endured centuries of torment. If any sacrifice on my part would bring you joy, I deserve to know about it."

"Belldandy, you'd have to give up your life, your immortality, your soul, your identity, your friends, your future, and your universe. There could be no turning back. The price is much too high. Believe us, we know from experience."

Belldandy was unfazed. "Is that all? You made it sound as if I'd have to do something difficult."

"No, that's not all. Urd-chan and Skuld-chan would have to make the same commitment. The three of you would have to fuse into a composite entity much like us. Are your sisters also willing to give up everything?"

Urd didn't hesitate. "We-sama, I may not have had a contract, but never let it be said that I love you less than Belldandy does. Count me in." She blushed slightly and continued softly, "Besides, I don't ever want to settle for ordinary sex again."

Skuld was eager. "You offer me a chance to become like you? That's an opportunity and an honor, not a sacrifice. How soon can we start, We-sama?"

We were warmed by this outpouring of affection, but not convinced. "Keiichi and Megumi willingly made the ultimate sacrifice so they could save the entire universe. We can't ask you three to make the same commitment in order to make only one composite person happy. As the Vulcan philosopher said, 'The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.' It's not the same thing at all."

Belldandy was serene. "We-sama, it's exactly the same thing. You are our universe, and we're trying to save you."

Skuld added, "We-sama, we'd have no lives or universe if it weren't for you."

Urd concluded, "It's settled. We're your wives. We pledged our love before all the gods in heaven. We go wherever you go."

We were deeply moved by this display of love and commitment. Looking around the room we were surprised and gladdened to see that everyone else felt the same way. All these people would lay down their lives for us without hesitation if they thought it would make us happy. We were overwhelmed with emotion. We tried to hug everybody simultaneously. For once words had failed us.

After a minute Kami-sama hesitantly spoke up. "We-sama, the Norns don't have the ability to fuse with each other the way your progenitors did. It wasn't designed into them."

"We didn't think they did, Father. We'd have to help them, and even contribute a little bit of ourselves to the new composite that they would form."

Kami-sama looked embarrassed. "I should have known better. I was doubting the one person for whom nothing is impossible."

That touched a sore nerve in us. "Unfortunately, Father, we don't deserve that label. Keiichi never knew the meaning of the word 'impossible,' but we learned it very early in our life." Bitterly, we continued, "For all our power and skill, we can't restore Keiichi and Megumi to the way they used to be. We can't make eggs from an omelet, we can't undo what has been done, and we cannot rewrite history. We'd give anything to be as we were before because we were happy then, but that is impossible."

A moment of stunned silence followed this emotional outburst, then a radiant smile spread across Urd's face. "Do you really mean that, We-sama? Maybe you can't rewrite history, but that's my specialty. Thanks to Sensei's coaching I can change the past with great precision. Is that what you want?"

For the first time in over a century we felt a glimmer of hope. "Is that possible? If Keiichi and Megumi never fused, wouldn't Nihil come and devour our universe? Wouldn't all we've accomplished be undone?"

Urd laughed and said, "Don't be silly. My power doesn't extend beyond this universe. Whatever happened in Noplace wouldn't be affected. It will make for a pretty paradox, though."

Around the room expressions of joy appeared as the implications of what Urd had said sank in.

Wistfully, Urd added, "For the first time in my life I can to do something you can't do, and nobody is going to remember it except me."

In a corner of the room Terrben, the God of Surprises, was quietly smiling and looking very pleased with himself.


Megumi, age 210,000 years:

Urd and I were in the study of our home, gazing out the window and fondly watching the children flying over the front yard. My son Locke and his half sister Chimelle were three years old (equivalent to five-year-old mortal children.) The young God of Information and the Goddess of Knowledge were playing aerial tag and having a wonderful time. Most three-year-old gods can't fly under their own power, but then most young gods don't have the brown and gold markings of Star Class gods. Urd smiled happily.


Authors Note: C & C welcome.

I would like to thank my prereader, the Goddess of Dropped and Abandoned Small Coins.

I had been wondering why Keiichi and Megumi grew to be so extremely powerful. Was it a novice fanfic author's conceit or was there a deeper, darker reason. I'm almost sorry I asked. An Oh My Goddess fanfic shouldn't have this much depressing angst in it.

Ryoga Hibiki is the property of Rumiko Takahashi, VIZ, and various other legal entities. No infringement is intended, but I just couldn't resist that cameo appearance. Terrben, Locke, Chimelle, We, Tomasu, Deiko, Phoko, and the Lord of Benevolence are my own creations. You may use them in you own fiction if you wish. I only ask that you treat them kindly and send me a copy of your work.

These fanfics have a larger proportion of inner monologue and explanation than I wanted them to have. The characters keep doing unbelievable things, and I need to make the story at least plausible.

M.B. 8/29/98 Slightly Revised 11/27/06