In a little village somewhere in a rural faraway country, there sits a God on a pedestal.
He sits there as long as people can remember, or in fact he sat there since the beginning of time. Not a single thing did he ever do, or so the people believed.
However because he sits there in his dignified manner with his stern face and also because he hasn't aged in the last... well since ever. People did not question the fact he was a god. His sitting pose was always the same, no matter what happened. Sometimes outsiders didn't believe in him, and tried to prod him with a stick or something from the offerings. The god did not budge, but rather just started sitting somewhere else nearby, without moving at all.
In this manner he even evaded a bullet once, said incident leading to the building of a big temple and employment of several priests and priestesses, who took care of the god and the offerings. Because the offerings where always important.
There are three main legends about the god.
Number one: If the offerings aren't provided or sufficient they will vanish from some household.
Number two: If a famine should hit the village without the villagers being responsible for it themselves, food from far away would appear for the villagers AND the offerings.
Number three: If alcohol is offered the god would demand the double amount of the normal daily offerings.
Number one and three could be easily verified, and at times the villagers did that, just for the heck of it.
When the offerings weren't to the taste of the god the meals of the male priest's would be exchanged for them just in the instant they would start digging in. That lead to the employment of only beautiful female priestesses, which in turn lead to the god properly eating his offerings.
Well, I said eating, but they just vanished into thin air.
Then one day one of the priestesses wrote an alphabet on large bedsheets and asked the god weather he could write.
If he could he should please, if he can be bothered sit here. Nothing happened. If he couldn't he should please sit here, if... but she stopped in mid sentence because the god already sat there. Would you like to learn it? Then sit here. And he did.
So she pointed at the letters and told the god what they meant and added a "Yes" and "No" on the cloth for the sake of faster communication.
Then she fetched a pen and a paper and started writing out sentences for him and read them to him and asked him to try it too or use the bedcloth to sit before the letter he wanted to express.
Soon the God could use the paper and pen to write out messages. However all the offerings vanished twice as fast during this time.
Of course people noticed this, came to the temple and wanted to ask the god for his wisdom, which turned out to mostly contain:"I don't know."
They started to ask him questions like "What is the meaning of life?" "I don't know." "Where do we go when we die?" "I don't know." "What is your name?" "I don't know."
"What the heck kind of god is this?" They said and left. And only the Priestess saw the answer to that question:"I make time."
"How do you make time?" "Well, when I sit here and concentrate on it time flows, when I don't it doesn't." The Priestess was astonished: "Wow... so, if you weren't... we couldn't do nothing at all? So you can actually stand up and walk around, and that is also what your power is about, but if you are nobody can see you because they are all frozen in time? But then you are like... the most important god of all!" "Thank you!" "NP, cause if it weren't for you I couldn't even say it..."
"Doesn't it get boring to always sit there and concentrate?" Asked the Priestess after a while of silently watching the god make time. "Yes" "Well, I could bring you a book..." She did, however the offerings all vanished in an instant and the god wrote: "I am really hungry." So the Priestess started cooking and cooking until she took the book and said: "I am going to read it to you, so please make more time or we will run out of food!" So now the priestess started to read a lot of books to the god, which lead to the god demanding only half of his usual offerings and one day after peacefully reading for a long time the priestess even heard the stomach of the god grumbling.
It was the first time ever anybody heard the god make a sound and the priestess couldn't help laughing. The god popped up right and left and lastly vanished to be found in a side chamber waiting for the priestess to stop laughing. She apologized countless times for her rudeness, but the god wrote: "I am not angry, I just couldn't concentrate hearing your laugh."
But from that day onwards the offerings became more and more, and the people blamed it on the priestess, who had insulted the god they still deemed useless, because the priestess had for some reason told nobody about the true nature of the god.
So the people tried to chase the priestess away, but those who tried suddenly had empty grainbags over their heads or stones fell on their heads, so they shunned the priestess and only gave enough to the temple for the god alone.
The god took away from the villagers everything the priestess needed, and took only really few for himself and stopped writing at all.
But the shunning went on, because the villagers thought this was the best way to keep the offerings low and the priestess was unhappy and sad not so much because of the villagers as that also the god was ignoring her totally now.
And then famine came. And inside the temple there was plenty of meat from wild animals, which the god could easily catch and all the mushrooms and berries which the priestess knew and lastly there appeared a big barrel of grain from a faraway village, and the priestess made rich meals to thank the god for his hard labor of traveling far and wide and carrying this big barrel through the lands. And the villagers remembered the second legend and praised the god, however, they failed to carry anything out of the temple. It vanished and reappeared on the floor should they try to pick anything up and lastly they themselves were kicked out of the temple. And they prayed and pleaded and asked the god to help them, but nothing was gained until a little child said: "That is was you get because you all were so mean to the priestess, who did her best to help us and please the benevolent god." and was instantly presented with a large slice of ham. So all the people begged the priestess for forgiveness and promised to never again treat her unfairly, and as the priestess told the god she didn't hold a grudge against them the god yielded the food.
And it was at that same night, that the priestess couldn't sleep and came to the god.
"You didn't do anything but make time and didn't write anything so the villagers wouldn't get angry with me..." there was no answer, but she realized that from the god's point of view she maybe didn't ask a question. "Thank you... but I was really lonely, not because of the villagers, but because of you... I didn't do all this just because I wanted to please you, but because I wanted to... I ..."
And a letter appeared before her, telling her how the god felt and what he did, how after hearing her laugh he wasn't angry but entranced, how he wanted to see her laugh and opened his eyes, which silenced her, how he wanted to touch the face that gave this warm smile, but only find it lifeless and cold how he neglected his duty and took so many offerings only to look at her, and how he told himself he had to make more time for her, and shut himself off as not to hurt her.
And she cried in happiness and flung her arms around the god, and hit the hard floor as he vanished. She was on the verge of changing the quality of her tears as she saw a little note saying:"Try again, slower." And she slowly hugged the god from behind, and the god for the first time felt the warmth of a human, and relaxed his concentration only a little bit and let out a sigh of content. And even as the god relaxed time still went on, and the priestess slowly felt the warmth of the god seeping into her own body, permanating it and filling her with energy.
The morning came, and the priestess jumped, and said, "I am going to make your Breakfast!" Suddenly an eerie silence was cast upon the world and the wind was extinguished, the candles were still burning but stopped in their tracks. And the god rose, stretched and said in a warm gentle voice:"I'll just eat something from the cold offerings." and he opened his bright golden eyes and looked into the blue ones of the frozen priestess. "I hope we can do this often from now on... although the pain of seeing you cold and lifeless like this is double now. I wish I could do much more to you..." "You can", said the priestess, after recovering from the shock of hearing the gods beautiful voice and looking into his magnificent eyes.
40 hours later(not a single millisecond from other people's point of view)
"The stove isn't working..."
"To be expected... Wait a minute, I'll make some time..." "Wait! What if I freeze again the next time you stop?" "I don't think that would happen... it probably was my body heat which projected my own time into you. And.. Well I have to make time anyway." There was an explosion. Or not... it was just the usual bird noise which seemed infinitely louder after exiting the cold world. The stove worked just fine and she made a hearty dish of rice and deer. It was morning in the world, but for her it was about lunchtime. When someone came to the temple to pick up something to eat he greeted the god:"Good morning, Master God. Thank you for helping us in this troubled time, and Sorry we disrespected you." Fwupp, silence. "As long as you learned your lesson..." Whoosh. The priestess was relieved and laughed there had been a rest of doubt. The man was troubled: "Wha... did I do something funny?" "Ah, no I'm just glad that I can still hear him." "Hear?" "Ah... well he said It's OK as long as you learned your lesson." The man eyed the priestess suspiciously. "So... He didn't write it somewhere I cannot see, or ... are you hearing voices?" "Ah.. well, I kinda know a bit more about God now... It's how do you say..." Fwupp, Silence... "You are my wive?" "Wha.. No! Well I mean.. Yes... Ahhrg. We didn't exactly marry... but suddenly saying it." "You don't want to?" A truly great passing side remark proposal... But the priestess thought that they should probably thought about that before they... "Well OK lets say we are married, but do you truly want to announce it to a peasant who just happens to pass by." "Well then... come to my side and sit on my lap while embracing me and just happily say to him ""I'm Special!"" We don't have to tell anyone we are in that kind of relationship just jet, and we could even hold a wedding at our convenience." The man stood dumbfounded as the priestess vanished and said from behind him "I'm special" only to vanish again and stand right in front of him, looking into his eyes saying: "Anything else?" "Ah... No." Said the man and slowly backed out of the temple. When he was out of sight time stopped once again.
It would be their first real meal together, and she looked forward to seeing him enjoying her cooking for once, only to find it cold and tasteless..." "I am sorry, but warmth is a thing strongly bound to time. It feels warm alright in the stomach afterwards but..." "NO! I will have none of that... Sit down and make time, I am gonna feed you. I'll show you how good hot food tastes... No wonder you preferred cold dishes. Of course you'd rather eat things which were meant to be eaten cold to begin with..." "I don't know if that is gonna work" "We made worse things work!" "Worse?" The God grinned, the priestess blushed. The first spoonful made its way to the Gods mouth." Fwupp. "Focus!" "It's harder than it looks!" Whoosh. Fwupp. "Ow.. Hot." "What? It's normal" Whoosh. By the time the first bite went inside it was already cold. The second took half as long and soon they managed a steady pace with sparsly interruption. "Yes indeed... Hot stuff IS tasty.... so... Well... What now?"