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Chapter 3: The Unusual Godly Invitations

  The Prairie of Forgotten Dreams, a vibrant hub of trickster magic and divine anticipation, awaited its unwitting spectators. Loki, Hermes, Coyote, and Sun Wukong, their mischievous plan in full swing, focused their attention on the "invited" gods.

  Kanati, the Great Hunter, moved silently through the dense forest, every step calculated, every sense alert. His well-worn satchel clinked softly with tools and charms he had painstakingly selected for this hunt—each prepared for a specific contingency. A coil of rope, spare flints, herbal salves, and even a bronze mirror glinted faintly as he shifted his weight, their presence a testament to his readiness for any situation. The elusive stag’s faint tracks guided him forward, weaving between ancient trees bathed in dappled light.

  Just as he adjusted his bowstring, double-checking its tautness, an ethereal glow broke through the canopy. A golden arrow, its shaft inscribed with intricate runes, embedded itself in the ground before him. Kanati froze, his sharp eyes narrowing. With methodical precision, he scanned his surroundings for a potential ambush before approaching the arrow. Crouching low, he examined it carefully, noting the quality of the runes, the craftsmanship of the fletching, and the faint hum of magic emanating from its tip.

  "An invitation?" he murmured, running a calloused thumb over the runes. “A spectacle… intriguing.” Despite his curiosity, he hesitated. Only after mentally cataloguing the contents of his satchel and tightening the strap across his chest did he reach for the arrow.

  The forest dissolved in a swirl of golden light, leaving behind the rich scent of pine. Kanati reappeared on the Prairie of Forgotten Dreams, his hand instinctively brushing the hilt of his blade. The surreal expanse stretched endlessly before him, but Kanati’s gaze swept across it with the same measured focus he brought to every hunt. The tall grass swayed in the breeze, but to him, it was terrain to be studied, cover to be used, and paths to be tracked. His calm intensity and over preparedness radiated through the quiet stillness, a master observer ready for any challenge.

  Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent, reclined atop his temple, his radiant feathers catching the sun's golden rays as he pondered the mysteries of existence. The vast expanse of the heavens stretched above him, a canvas for his philosophical musings. His reflection was interrupted by the sudden flutter of wings. An iridescent messenger bird alighted beside him, its plumage shimmering like polished gemstones.

  "A message from the gods?" Quetzalcoatl mused, his voice a low, thoughtful hum. With care, he unrolled the scroll tied to the bird's leg, the intricate glyphs glowing faintly with divine energy. “A gathering of divine beings… a spectacle of cosmic proportions? How intriguing. Perhaps this shall be an enlightening journey.”

  With a nod, Quetzalcoatl raised his feathered wings and accepted the invitation. In an instant, his temple dissolved into a cascade of shimmering light, replaced by the surreal expanse of the Prairie of Forgotten Dreams. He materialized in a burst of vibrant colours—blues, greens, and golds melding into a dazzling display that seemed to paint the air itself. The atmosphere shimmered with ethereal energy, the faint melody of ancient Aztec instruments echoing as though carried by the wind, a reminder of the wisdom and mystery he embodied.

  Anubis, the Egyptian god of mummification and the afterlife, meticulously cleaned the lid of an ancient sarcophagus, his movements precise and deliberate. He paused, inspecting his work with a critical eye, before pulling a pristine cloth from his satchel to polish away an invisible speck of dust. The faint scent of resin and incense filled the air, but Anubis wrinkled his nose, muttering, “Unacceptable. This tomb deserves perfection.”

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  As he adjusted his gloves for the third time, a pristine white scroll adorned with hieroglyphs materialized before him, hovering just out of reach. Anubis hesitated, narrowing his golden eyes. “A scroll… floating in midair? Who knows where it’s been?” With a sigh, he retrieved a pair of tongs from his satchel—one of many tools he carried for such occasions—and carefully plucked the scroll from the air.

  "A gathering of gods?" he read aloud, holding the scroll at arm’s length as though it might contaminate him. His brow furrowed in thought. “An opportunity to observe… intriguing.” After a moment’s deliberation, he nodded, but not before thoroughly sanitizing his gloves with a small vial of sacred oil.

  The tomb dissolved into a swirl of golden sand, and Anubis emerged in the surreal expanse of the Prairie of Forgotten Dreams. A faint breeze rustled the tall grass, but Anubis’s first act was to inspect his surroundings for any sign of disorder. The air shimmered with the scent of ancient incense, radiating his calm authority and fastidious nature. With a final adjustment to his robes, he strode forward, his every step measured and deliberate, as though even the ground itself required his approval.

  Ganesha, the Hindu god of wisdom and remover of obstacles, sat contentedly in his opulent palace, savouring a plate of his favourite modaks, the sweet aroma wafting through the air. Just as he reached for another bite, a golden elephant, intricately crafted from sugar, marched up to him on delicate, shimmering legs. Its arrival was as whimsical as it was mysterious.

  "An invitation to a divine celebration?" Ganesha exclaimed, his round eyes lighting up with curiosity and delight. He unrolled the note tied to the elephant, a smile spreading across his face as he read. "A gathering of gods? This promises to be a most delightful occasion!"

  With a hearty laugh, Ganesha clapped his hands, and his palace began to dissolve into a cascade of vibrant, dreamlike hues. Moments later, he arrived in the surreal expanse of the Prairie of Forgotten Dreams, a brilliant burst of colours heralding his entrance. Marigold petals swirled around him like a fragrant golden halo, and the air carried the sweet, comforting scent of flowers and treats. Radiating warmth and joy, Ganesha surveyed the scene with calm wisdom, already eager to embrace the celebration.

  The invited gods arrived at the Prairie of Forgotten Dreams, each with a sense of wonder and curiosity about the spectacle they were about to witness. They exchanged greetings, questions swirling in their minds. Unbeknownst to them, they were guided to the Divine Antechamber, an ethereal space designed to hold them until the race's true nature was revealed.

  The Antechamber shimmered with otherworldly light, its walls adorned with celestial symbols and ancient runes. Comfortable seating and refreshments created an atmosphere of anticipation and relaxation for the viewing of the event.

  Suddenly, a grandstand materialized, and Loki, Hermes, Coyote, and Sun Wukong appeared, their faces alight with mischief.

  "Welcome, honoured gods!" Hermes announced, his voice ringing across the prairie. "You have been selected to witness a most special event!"

  The gods exchanged surprised glances, the gravity of their situation settling in. They sensed something extraordinary was about to unfold before their very eyes.

  "And now," Loki added, his eyes twinkling, "please make yourselves comfortable within the Divine Antechamber. All will be revealed for your viewing pleasure in due course."

  As the invited gods were guided into the Antechamber, they felt a mix of excitement and anticipation about the coming spectacle. The Prairie shimmered with potential, the stage set for an epic show.

  The atmosphere in the Prairie crackled with anticipation. The divine audience, settled in their seats, eagerly awaited the next development. The trickster gods, still beaming, exchanged knowing glances, preparing for the next phase of their grand scheme to involve these unsuspecting gods.

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