Suki

Suzette Goddess of Magic and time

15yr

"The god of magic has died, and this child is meant to take his place."

A young girl, meant to be the new god of magic.
to young to be considered the god of anything, she's shoved into her new position with excitement and fear.
Young, curious, and compassionate.
human made god/demigod.

I was a mortal girl, and they decided me to be a god.

No mortal could know the age of the world or universe around them, in fact; few gods even knew. Because even the all powerful and immortal would meet their end some way, some time. The most ancient among them at this time were in fact second generation, being the children or chosen successors of the gods that came before them, so they could rejoin their energy to the very fabric of the universe.

Every god had a time, either one they choose for themself, or one handed to then by another gods hand. And this was one such time. The god of magic had known for some time, as he himself was one of the ancient ones, a soul that had been there from the beginning, been friends with the creator of all, been in love with the goddess of love when the position had been held by a woman, had spread his influence and potential across the universe for eons. And he was growing tired. Weary of his never ending existence. Despite his boyish apperance and cheer, despite having not picked a successor. He rejoined the void and his ancient friends quite suddenly.

His angels fell with no one to catch them, and the abundence of magic he left behind had no clue what to do with itself. No one knew how to handle his sudden departure, especially given this was not a plan or a murder, simply a god giving no warning of his departure, for he left with a whimper, not the bang that had been expected of the once flamboyant and energetic fellow.

And so, as the years went on, the magic began to fade and die, seeping from ever pore of the world, wandering aimlessly as if searching for a purpose, a depression seemed to take hold and even gods could feel the effect left behind by the missing god, even though their celestial magic and that of the magic of the god of magic and the magic he had spread among mortals had little to do with eachother.

And it was Decades, perhaps longer even, before the magic found its purpose, its new master, the one who would be its god.

A girl, not even one of special birth; not a god, nor demi god, or even of noble birth. A simple but pretty little mortal girl born in a small village in dragon country, to a single woman who died in child birth.
The magic surrounded her, swirled round to embrace her and kissed her face. danced to her finger movments and the wiggle of her toes. It felt at home once again at last! And so there it would stay and gather more and more as she grew and the magic in every other corner of the world would continue to fade.

And now, here she was. 10 years old, cared for by the village, staying in one kindly neighbors home or another until she was given a small room in the Inn, a closet really. here she helped clean and look after things.

No one knew she was special. They thought her kind and talented, what with the way she picked up magic so easily and copied spells she would see with a wave of her hand , but it was a small village, magical talents and spells were limited and no one truely knew how impressive this was.

Head canon: She's basically made of mana, her blood tastes like candy. Probably poprocks, sweet and tingly