I'm known by many names, some call me God, some demon, some the magician, some the muse, some the phantom. My identity is known and yet unknown, fulfilling and yet unfulfilling, I've existed before space and time existed before even the first light shone in the universe, but to all these names I prefer the name "TIMELESS".
I have neither true form nor shape, I exist in everything and nothing, I live and yet I don't and as such witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations. This … this is my tale of wandering the cosmos.
'Year 507 AD a rural village in Anglo-Saxon'
I arrived at old England called at that time the Anglo-Saxons, it was a developing nation, I wandered their streets, saw their arts and science though not as impressive as when I went to Mesopotamia but it was beautiful in its own way. There were wars, sometimes famines, sometimes peace and prosperity, I just watched and didn't interfere, that was until I saw a newly wedded couple and for some reason I found their union fascinating, a man in his late 30s and a beautiful red head woman in her late 20s. the man didn't have much noticeable features to him, he was rather average looking with a black hair, neatly bearded face, he was 5'9 feet tall and possessed muscular features with his right eyes blue and his left eyes golden-yellow but compared to his wife he seemed more of tiny planet compared to a galaxy, she was known as the most beautiful woman in Saxon at that time, she was 5'7 with a very unique looking deep red hair, her facial features were perfect and her body proportions were perfect and unique, she turned heads wherever she walked past, and on many occasions she's been kidnapped either to forcefully have sex with her, or to forcefully marry her or to deliver her as a prized possession to a ruler or leader of a land or nation but due to the laws of the universe she always made it back to her homeland, back to the hands of the man she finally fully married.
I remember his name was Athelstan and hers was Godiva, the newly wedded couple were the talk of the town because almost no one believed that Godiva would end up with Athelstan, he was neither a man of power nor wealth, he was just a humble and lowly farmer but he was a respected lowly farmer which was what she loved in him. As I looked in their hearts I saw within; a heart overflowing with love for each other, it flowed so deeply and brightly that I gasped, I wondered how it was even possible for mortals who were as tiny and insignificant as microbes in the universe possess such level of emotions it almost felt divine, It was due to those same emotions that I noticed them in the first place.
And since then I've been watching them living their lives, I know you might think watching them closely even in situations where it's supposed to be private like them having sex with each other on different occasions, positions, and locations may seem as if I invaded their privacy but to me their mainly children playing around with each other as the notion of sex has no significant meaning to me, I just them watch them as one would watch the starry nights. But in all those situations their hearts only shone and flowed more deeply and brightly than before that was until Godiva got ill.
'In a little cottage on the outskirts of the village'
Cough
"Gently my dear" Athelstan with a sad look in his eyes and a smiling face says to his wife while sitting her upright to feed her the medications prescribed for her,
'The physicians have tried everything they know to identify her illness and its cause but to no avail, now, my wife only grows weaker and weaker with each passing day, please God anything, I'll give anything to heal her my life, fate and will anything you want just to heal her' Athelstan said within him while feeding her the medications.
Athelstan was an orphan and no known close or distant relative, he was raised by a dying old man who gave him his name Athelstan (Noble Stone) and as such while growing he was ridiculed from a young age mainly due to his distinctive eye features which was considered abnormal and a curse, he was mocked, cursed, and insulted by his fellow so called peers until a famine came but somehow Athelstan being the divine farmer miraculously had enough food and more thereby saving his village from the dreadful famine that swept and destroyed other communities.
::Hmph::
::What a bunch of degenerates, at one point you're a hero and at the next you're a villain, look at them swarming to Athelstan like flies to a corpse. Humans have always fascinated me but one thing they have in common is their consistency to deeply bury any form of emotions deep down in their hearts when it's necessary for their selfish goal no matter if they are good, bad, bully, old and young but Athelstan and Godiva how is it that all I can only see in their hearts are the divine love they have for each other it is as if all they can see are only each other and nothing else::
Time passed, Godiva's illness kept getting worse and the illness not being diagnosable made her illness seem supernatural and not something a mortal could treat but even in all that Athelstan's love for her never faltered and likewise Godiva's for Athelstan's. Her illness turned her hair grey and she losing weight more and more until eventually one could even sketch her skeletal structures and for some unknown reasons her body kept getting colder and colder.
"My dear, do not worry I'll always be with you and love you. So do not lose faith in our love and soon we'll go together to the apple tree you planted on our wedding day"
Athelstan said calmly and lovingly while smiling to his wife. She could no longer speak but she could see, hear, feel, taste, and barely move her thin and bare hands and as such understood and saw everything Athelstan did for her, how he loved her, cared for her, washed her, clothed her, and felt immense joy in her presence irrespective of her condition.
: Life continued, and I continued to watch them as if reading a very beautiful story, I could not understand how and why Athelstan loved her that much, and really there was no explicable reason, he just...he just loved her, unconditionally, until the dark day came that was when I saw another form of love that piqued my interest to its highest from them:
"I'm home dear" Athelstan cheerfully said while holding a basket of full of some fruits and bread and with two fishes.
"Today was a very busy day, you know I almost caught a crab but then I got distracted for a moment because of an octopus I saw"
'Hahaha'
" and could you believe I lost both of them" Athelstan said cheerfully to Godiva who was lying on the bed with her eyes open, just then while Athelstan was still speaking he noticed she didn't even blink while looking at him it felt as if something was wrong and then got closer to her.
"Dear, can you hear me?" Athelstan said while leaning closer to her with look of worry on his face, he rested his palms on her face and noticed she the tears that stream down her cheeks, the loving smile still lingering on her face and her body more colder than usual, and then as if a glass shattered, his heart broke, he then leaned even more closer to her so as to lift her up to a sitting position resting her head on his chest and crying while calling her name.
"Dear, my Dear, please answer me, anything, anything, blink, lift a finger please Godiva, anything" Athelstan in deep sorrow and pain cried painfully while muttering her name. But she could not reply because she was dead, Godiva died with a joyful smile on her face, due to her illness she suffered but in that suffering her beauty while healthy was very much still noticeable aside from the physical damaging features that occurred.
'Arrrhhhgggghh!!'
:When Godiva died, I then understood why that kind of love flowed within Athelstan in the first place, it was obsession, but not the kind that destroys but the kind that infects like a disease to another to exhibit similar kind of love and obsession back to Athelstan. He longed and yearned for a Paternal love, Maternal love, Familiar love and then his emotions dug deeper into his heart and then became something supernatural and it was that obsession that gave Godiva that illness but the obsession only occurs when there's a trace of love for Athelstan and since Godiva was deeply in love with Athelstan the Obsession heightened those emotions to unprecedented heights:
:: Sigh::
: I watched as Athelstan cried and lamented his existence all while holding Godiva deeply to his chest, eventually the village came to know about Godiva's death and each came to empathize and sympathize with Athelstan. Some even mourned with him and some provided food for him because Athelstan neither moved nor stood up from where he held Godiva but he still no longer cried he just held her to his chest tightly and closely. The next day the villagers came to aid Athelstan in burying his wife but for some unknown reason Athelstan refused to bury her, still holding her tightly in his arms Athelstan refused to let go of her and then the villagers got worried and some got afraid:
"Why doesn't he want to bury her?"
"Was her sickness and death because of him?"
"Even so, the body will begin rotting tomorrow he should bury her, you know….it's a sin to hold a corpse for more than a day"
: The villagers murmured to each other by the shocking behaviour of Athelstan some began suspecting him to be the cause of her condition which led to her death, some even said he killed her because he got tired of taking of her, some say maybe he's in a form of a secret society of wizards or some sorts where they use corpses as sacrifices. All with their own different opinion about the situation but even amidst that Athelstan still held her firmly and gradually they all left to their various homes leaving behind Athelstan with the corpse Godiva. The next morning the light of the sun shone through the window and reflected on an aluminium table ware illuminating the room where the once before groom and bride slept, Athelstan then laid Godiva's corpse on the bed and stood up to the washroom bringing back a bucket of water to clean the corpse and then he then changed her clothes and laid her back to the bed while acting as if she never really died: