Blobskin's Macro/Micro Flash Fics

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Nuru. Goddess of light, life, and protection. She was a mare with golden fur and her silver mane was braided into long dangling ropes that regularly drifted behind her. A great horn sprouted from her head. A large pair of fluffy wings could be found at her sides. Her expression was always gentle and kind.

Like all the gods, she wandered the infinite cosmos of space for millions of years at a time. Occasionally coming upon worlds both inhabited and not. Each time she stopped to introduce herself and share some of her eternal pure light. This was her mission.

Occasionally though, this simple life was not enough. For a goddess sometimes faced serious opposition to their divine purpose.

On this occasion, the offender was a beautiful young world. Large blue oceans only occasionally interrupted by green and brown landmasses. Her view of the surface was often obscured by great patches of drifting clouds. Yet it was not the physical aspects of this world that troubled her. It was the cultural and spiritual.

The peoples that lived on this world were constantly fighting. There were a thousand beliefs that all contradicted one another. A thousand languages. A thousand old grudges that could not be forgiven. It was a world consumed in hatred.

To Nuru's divine sight, the planet was swarming in tragedy. Broken families, destroyed pasts, and uncertain futures. Her heart bled with pity and love for these poor mortals who would never overcome this cycle of self-destruction. She had to act.

With the slow and gentle movements only an experienced mother could learn, Nuru wrapped her body around the precious sphere. Her forelegs tenderly held the northern hemisphere while her rear-legs enclosed the southern. Her mane and tail wavered about in the vastness of space. The goddess began to glow, dimly at first but gradually brighter and brighter as she poured her vast power into the parched world in her embrace.

Warmth beyond temperature took hold in the little planet. Forgiveness, honesty, compassion. Nuru was the source of these ideals and she shared them eagerly.