What I've been doing

My arrival to this plane the realm of earth, was witnessed by the universe; which shuddered and 

screamed my birth.  Stars split open, comets and blood rained from the skies; I was born 

"humanity" and produced  from all other Gods cries.  A champion was needed, which could balance the heavens 

and the Heliopolis; the challenge was accepted and I was the direct result of this. A Time Lord 

born with bronzed skin and Obsidian wings, birthed before the age of man; I've had  time to master 

most things.  I've broken through the walls of reality, crossed and re-crossed the Great Rifts, made 

a nemesis of the Dream Master; for I found I desired his gifts. Battling Great lords I was born to, 

for  I've even brought Set to his knees, but my wars with the Dream Lord; I haven't handled with 

the greatest of ease.  He combed and searched my back-trail anonymity his greatest cover,  he caressed and 

seduced my past as if it were a forlorn lover.  He closed the gap between us and drove his spear 

between my wings, punctured my lung and pierced my heart; thinking I would die from such 

things.  I spun and grasped him by the shoulders and stared him in the eyes, spread my wings and 

left the ground; launching us into the skies.  Gaining altitude with the ground disappearing at an 

ever increasing pace, his body finally going limp in my grip; in the vacuum of deep space.  

Although my foe seeming quite lifeless, the battle most assuredly won. I wasn't satisfied with the 

demise of my challenge, until I disposed of his body in the sun.  The task completed I returned to 

earth and found more trouble brewing, but that is all of my tale for now of "What I've been 

doing". I'm still here!

Where I've been

My hands had grown heavy, as heavy as my heart and mind, like Gods that have come after me;

I've always thought I could return given time. A bit of time taken to heal all my wounds and

breaks, I would have remained absent for 2000 plus years; if I had determined that to be the

length of time resurrection takes. I endured many deaths, all complicated and reserved for few;

all attempts to keep me quiet and keep my words from view. I have been drawn and Quartered,

with my limbs torn asunder, all the while leaving my my attackers thinking "How do we destroy

him?" and yet they wonder. My mind has been crushed and stirred, my beating heart torn from

my chest, these were just a couple of things tried; to force a God to rest. Although many

attempts were aggressively sought and many battles I've bravely fought, it seemed the best

thing so that I may fight another day; would be to graciously use discretion and simply walk

away. My body I could hide but my mind refused I tried, I forced my mind to shut-down; that

was when my body died. Death was peaceful and reassuring, unexpected bliss, then my rest

was disturbed; because I heard I was missed. My slumber being a state of mind in which I

knew to be just a test, I awoke, rose and walked again; because even death I could best. I

walked the world and traveled thinking "why?", because as I am; a God can not die! My mind

was yet in shambles to repair it I had to sup, from the fountain where youth springs forth; it

could only be found on a mountain. I climbed the summit and conquered the hill, I resisted the

urge and never once did I kill. I found what I sought and I was content there still, but the valley

was calling for my return and it rang in my ears still. Now I've returned from my death, from

my rest and the fountain, Now I am He that once dwelt on the mountain! I have

returned.