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[Caspia Cold]

Way up on the tallest peaks of the Tuun Mountains sat a throne. It was carved from rock and from the cold iced over. Except for the seat which was make shifted from leather. There were runes carved into the ice all over the throne speaking of a great winter goddess.

Everyday a woman with pale skin and white hair would put on a warm fur coat and take her place on the throne. Everyday she was greeted by a large clan of paragons who saw her as the creation to all that was good in there lives. Except...

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Long slinder finger nails tapped impatiently on the icy arm rest as Caspia leaned to one side of the throne. She let out a irrated huff watching her breath cloud up in front of her before being swept away by the cold. What was taking the creatures so long. Her eyes darted around searching for any sign of them arriving. One more minute and then she would leave if they decided not appear. It was indeed very cold out and she wished to be everywhere but on that seat.

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Just as she decided to get and up and do something for more interesting she saw from the corner of her eye them arriving. Slumping back in her seat she tapped her foot not doing a very good job at being patient. The paragon arrived and bowed his head, "thank you great goddess for blessings us with your presence today. The was a mighty storm happening and took us longer to arrive since it we all couldn't fly in it."

She mentally cursed herself for not making the storm strong enough," of course." She waved her hand apsently, "continue on I do not have all day."

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Caspia leaned her head back against the back of the throne bored out of her mind. One by one they came forth chanting the same thing, 'thank you for blessing us with your presence today'. Then they would go on to tell her or ask for things that they asked for every single day. She could practicaly tell them what the wanted before they told her. Nodding absentmindedly she waved her hand in front of a small paragon granting it what it desired. What that was she didn't know because she was to busy not listening.

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With that being the last of the vermin she stood up sticking her arms out in what she thought could be a pleasant manner. Putting on a smile she spoke to them all, "thank you all. Your dedication to me is is the strongest I've ever seen and forever will winter be on your side as long as you keep your faith strong." With a swoop of her long fur coat she was gone in mist of a snow flurry leaving the paragon clan to make the trek back to their nest.

Arriving on the front steps of a small cabin covered in white Caspia wiped her feet of snow and stepped inside. Walking over the the fire place she rubbed her hands together regaining warmth.

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Just because she was goddess of winter did it mean that she liked being cold. It wasn't honestly the worst way her day could go. That clan of paragon had been terrorizing her for the last six years. In the beginning it was interesting, them having so much faith but it quickly got annoying. Soon she tried to ignore them but they would find her, always. It just became easier to show up instead of them making a scene outside her cabin.

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Being a goddess proved difficult in two ways. One in order for her to survive she needed faith from someone. The more believers the stronger the god/goddess. Since she wasn't a welcoming warm being she didn't have very many who believed in her. To be exact she only had the paragon. Two since she was the goddess of winter and all things cold it meant that she had to be near her element in order to thrive. Being in other areas wouldn't kill her but make her shrivel up like a raisen.

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Caspia slumped in a chair groaning. She spent most of her time either complaining about her predicament or trying to find a solution. She flipped another page in the book that open in front of her. It was her second time going over it but what if she had missed something. Caspia let out a shriek and chucked the book into the fire place. She scowled at it while the fire slowly ate away at its pages.

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Pinching the bridge of her nose she tried to avoid the headache that she could feel coming on. She was a god for freaking sake. She could make anyone's wishes come true. All that was needed was a wave of the hand and presto wish granted. How was it that she was incapable of granting her own disires. All Caspia wanted was to be free of what bonded her to the forsaken mountain.

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What was it that she was missing? What did those stinken paragon have that she did not? It possibly couldn't be faith. She was a goddess she didn't need faith. That would put her in the same catagorie with all the lesser people that she despised. No, it was definitely not faith. She pondered it for a second, or was it faith.

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Caspia looked at the terrible wind storm that decided to swoop in late last night picking of the fresh snow and violently throwing it around. She had been in a particularly bad mood the night before and decided to make others suffer for it. Letting out a yawn she moved herself to her bed to fall asleep. It was still fairly early but she couldn't handle being awake any longer. The next day she decided that she would try to figure out how faith worked. If it was real she needed to know what exactly she needed to procure it.

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The next she found herself sitting back on her throne that the tribe of paragon had designed her. The storm had died down and the trees all had a bright new layer of snow on them. While she enjoying the silence that the winter brought due to all the animals hibernating she notice the pack of dragons making their daily trope up her perch. Caspia for once sat up straighter and payed more attention. She desperately needed to fulling understand how these lesser beings aquired faith. What exactly was she missing?

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Each one came forth spouting what they normally spouted. She listened carefully this time. The only thing that she could hear in there voices was what she depicted as desperation. Was faith just being desperate? No it couldn't possibly be that, she knew for a fact that she was desperate. Desperate enough to be actually paying attention to those clowns.

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If it wasn't desperation then what was she hearing? Caspia focused on their eyes so full of dedication and... trust. Realization flashed through her, they trusted her. She couldn't possibly fathem why? Every day she couldn't prove that she was going to show up they just had... her eyes grew wide. They had faith that she would. A smiled graced her face for the first time in all her six years of sitting on the forsaken throne.

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Watching her paragon clan walk away she giddily swooped back to her cozy little home. Caspia finally knew exactly what faith was. It was when you put your trust and dedication into something even with the lack of proof. She stared deep into her fire for a while thinking. What was the next step? What could she possibly put her faith in that could pull her from her own personal hellhole?