2Thoughts: The Wrath of the Gods
Disclaimer: This is actually totally mine since it's not based off anything and no one created the Greek gods! This is just a simple, generic drabble based off the idea of "the wrath of the gods".
Black birds circle overhead in a gray, overcast sky above a desolate, barren landscape. The land is covered with ashes and has been ravaged by all manner of natural disasters. Wheeling above, they look down upon the remains of a once prosperous city.
This is a place of suffering. Those who did not immediately leave when the earth first began to tremble were caught in the misfortunes to come. After the locusts came and blocked out the sun, consuming the harvest, many began to fall ill. The plague, an epidemic that spread like wildfire, rampaged through our city and we succumbed, dying by the score and in the throes of agony. We were tormented by blisters, sores, and the constant presence of vermin and vultures.
Where a majestic city once stood, only rubble remains. The outbreak of fire consumed the metropolis, leaving only searing, noxious gases and ash in its wake.
There is little movement. We have suffered drought and famine, and we who remain are mere wraiths, prowling the ruins in search of any meager form of sustenance, shelter, or warmth. Existence is bleak, survival doubtful. Lone scavengers, we are weak, wary of all others, and filled with desperation. There has been brutal slaughter, and some have eaten the flesh of the dead; we live in constant fear.
What brought this fate upon us? Many rumors were spread but I have learned the true story. The gods were angered. Were their sacrosanct temples defiled? Did we fail in our sacrifices and duties to them? Was some significant error made? A detail overlooked? No. We have done nothing. We have performed all that the gods bid.
It falls on one of our member.
One person brought about the downfall of our city, and the empire.
Who? A person I do not know. A person who has never even visited this city. This desolation and destruction has come because of this one nameless person's single act of defiance towards the ruler of the gods. Because of this lone person, the wrath and displeasure of the ruler of the cosmos were unleashed upon on us.
One girl, only thirteen years of age, finally rejected Zeus.
A/N: So I know this isn't the greatest writing ever and this idea has probably been used before. I'm not good enough to write quality or satire so I just tried to keep this simple. I hope you enjoyed this. It's not good enough for someone to laugh when they read the last line but hopefully it's fitting. The italics describe the scene, like a movie script. Thanks for reading!