The Moon Goddess and Her Mate

In a forest that was located on Earth and not far in front of a cave mouth,

“Yes, you were right. She was me. You finally recognized me.” Atvertha said softly.

“Oh, my … I never expected to meet you here,” Armen replied with a little stammer. He seemed to be at a loss for words because the girl standing in front of him was so charming that all normal men would fall in love if they saw the beauty of the Moon Goddess.

What kind of dream did I have last night until I met this woman again? She is so damn pretty! She could not be an ordinary girl because she had just changed her dress in a blink of an eye. I have to ask more about her, especially about who she really is, thought the burly man.

Before the eldest son of two siblings could say anything, the Queen of Witches had raised her right hand, then aimed at the body of the opposite sex, so that Armen was abysmal for fear that something might happen to him. “Clenantzh tuthrezth tehtrz etvh mortale!” [1]

In less than five seconds, a white light shot out from the right index finger, then shot towards that handsome guy’s body. Armen, who witnessed such an event, could only remain silent as if he had been hit by magic that made him obey. The spell entered the target’s hand, then quickly spread throughout the mortal male’s body.

What is she going to do with me? There is no way that girl was going to kill, right? I hope that situation does not happen because somehow, I am sure that she is a gracious lady, Armen muttered to himself.

One minute later, the burly man felt something different, so he stared at his body. It dumbfounded Armen because the clothes and pants that had been dirty from falling because of chasing an insect that had a bright light at the end of its body were now clean again. In fact, when he touched his hands and face area, he felt nothing sticky anymore.

“What did you do?” Armen asked spontaneously.

Now, the extrovert man was sure that this young woman was not an ordinary human, but he did not yet know whether Atvertha belonged to which group of magical creatures. Hearing this question, the only daughter of the couple, God Helion and Goddes Avtexia, just smiled and did not want to answer at all. Suddenly, an idea crossed the young man’s mind, so he slowly tapped his forehead as if he had forgotten something important.

“Please forgive me if I am not polite,” said Armen, full of regret.

The young goddess only replied with a nod and a sweet smile. The thirty-five-year-old man extended his right palm to the girl, causing a question mark in Atvertha’s heart. “May I know your name, lady? My name is Armen. Armen Faustus Lugthna.”

The woman with the sharp nose welcomed the helping hand. They were shaking hands. Armen felt the girl’s skin was cold, but he did not want to say it openly. “Sure, you may know, Mortal. My name is Atvertha. Goddess Atvertha.”

“Goddess? Does that mean you are an actual goddess? Where do you live?” Armen asked a few questions again, but he still did not let go of the handshake.

“Yes, I am a goddess. I live in the sky. In my parents’ palace.” Atvertha answered these questions with pleasure.

Unknown to them, there was a pair of eyes watching the girl’s behaviour and witnessing the conversation between the immortal goddess and the bloody male mortal, which was all done in silence.

“Why did you call me ‘mortal’? Is that a call meant to insult humans?” It disturbed Armen because that man had heard such a nickname from the lips of the Goddess he admired.

“I called you ‘mortal’ because that means you come from the Earth, especially ordinary humans who can die. I used it only as a differentiator against immortal gods and goddesses like me and not as a mockery as you would expect.” The Crossroad Goddess did not seem offended by such a question, so she answered calmly so that Armen also understood and did not prolong it.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

That green-eyed man let go of the handshake, and so did Atvertha. The conversation that had been created was stopped, thus making the atmosphere so quiet. Armen stared at the opposite sex without blinking, and the girl realized this incident. However, she did not mind at all.

“I saved you when you were dying in the forest,” said Atvertha softly.

“Pardon?” asked Armen because he did not understand yet.

“Yes. When I was in my dad’s palace, I accidentally looked at the earth, but in this forest, I saw you almost dying. I immediately went downstairs, then treated all your wounds,” said Atvertha.

That girl, as soon as possible, pointed to the area of the head, stomach, hands, and feet of the other person so that Armen became aware of what was being said.

“So… you were the one who helped me that time? Thank you very much for your generosity so that I do not die.” The man, who had a height of one hundred and ninety-two centimetres, remembered that moment, so his gratitude increased dramatically. Armen even spontaneously changed his position so that now he prostrated himself as if worshipping the Goddess. The sight immediately took Atvertha aback.

“If Goddess Atvertha had not come down here and helped this weak mortal, I would have perished. Thank you very much. I am sorry for not being able to repay your kindness.” Armen expressed his sincere gratitude so that it touched Atvertha’s heart.

“Mortals only care about wealth, rank, and women. Rarely do they have good qualities, let alone worship us consistently. They come five times a year at most, that is because there is a ceremony. When there is something to be achieved, then all humans, including kings, all generals, warlords, and armies, go to the temple to ask for blessings and victory. It is disgusting.”

Out of the blue, the slender girl was reminded of her mother’s message when giving a lecture on mortals, so Atvertha, without further ado, shook her head as if dismissing the words from the Sun Goddess because she had seen by herself that Armen looked different from the stigma given.

“Not all mortals are as bad as you say, Mom. I found one. He will be my man, the love of my life,” Atvertha muttered softly.

A woman, who was already two hundred and seventy years old, turned her attention toward that male mortal who had managed to steal her heart and was still in a prostrate position. Atvertha felt happy but sad at the same time because the man she admired was acting like a servant to his master. “Get up, Armen.”

The owner of the name stood up. He looked respectfully at the girl, which had such a big impact on Atvertha. “You do not have to worship like that, Armen. I am not asking you to reciprocate at all. One thing, do not call me ‘Goddess Atvertha’. Please call me by my name.”

The extroverted man shook his head. “No. The Goddess deserves respect. My prostration is a form of my gratitude. If I have much gold, I am sure will give them to you because my life is precious, and without your help, I would not be here.”

The smart lady smiled. She covered the emotion that had welled up in her soul. “It is nothing. From now on, you must call me Atvertha without the ‘goddess’ frills. I am glad you survived because it is true what you say that life is precious.”

Armen was stunned for a moment because the man never thought that the Goddess would even allow him to call her by name and would not be called by using the word ‘goddess’, even though this was what he should have done.

“Okay, if that is what you want, Atvertha.”

Atvertha and Armen smiled at each other, accompanied by a gust of night wind that hit their own skins. The happiness of a long-haired and silver-coloured girl was increasing because she knew that tonight was the beginning of their love story.

“Then may I know about something?” Armen could not contain the curiosity that had gathered in his heart this time. That beautiful girl nodded because she was curious about what the opposite sex would say to her.

“Of course, you can. What do you want to ask about?”

“I wonder if you-”

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[1] Clenantzh tuthrezth tehtrz etvh mortal! = Clean the whole body of the mortal male!