Aaron
Even before her birth, there was a certain color that she was all too familiar with. It glowed in her blurred vision, and it soothed her premature nightmares of a past life she did not enjoy thinking about. She saw blue. Blue was dark and unhurried, purposeful yet often unnoticed in the places it appeared. But she noticed it. She felt it deep in her bones.

Now, as she blossomed from her fruit, the goddess opened her eyes to a blurry world of blue. But there were more colors than just blue. Too many colors. She rubbed her eyes, stumbling on the immense branch she stood upon. Her legs were long and elegant, but also, perhaps a bit clumsy. The conception of the slow, weary deity was much less graceful or attention-attracting than many of the other hatchings on this tree.

As she explored the obscure visuals of this new world, she felt free, a sense of peace shivering through her body. A name came to mind. It was a word, a word that she associated with wind chimes and rain. Melancholia. The goddess's pale eyes widened with the revelation, already surprised of her capabilities. She mused over it more. Deliberately, Melancholia sat on the branch and looked down at the tree below. A gentle hand rested itself on the mother being, Gaia, and a voice softly murmured, "If the world was always full of sunshine, there would be a drought. Here comes the rain.."

Her winged arms hesitantly brought themselves to her lap, where she would patiently await the right time for her descent.
Alexander
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Death... Is life... Death... Is life.

She found herself somewhere. She didn't know where... She couldn't remember who she was but... Yet... She looked like a normal human being. Like a mortal, one that she was before, but she was... Inside something. Inside a beating fruit, that had changed forms and allowed it to take the form of a beating heart. She was covered in water... Or another fluid. She touched the walls of the fruit and gently started to try to tear it apart. She was somewhere in the void. Then it hit her. 

Was she dead? Who was she? She looked down at her hands, which gently started to change, just to fall back into the water and blackout.

It was a memory. As she woke up, she found herself still inside that heart. But was she ready to emerge? Suddenly, the beating apple fell from the branch. It made a disgusting noise, leaving a little bit of 'blood' behind. She caressed the walls once again. The heart was beating... Suddenly, as the birth of a goddess had begun, the woman placed her hands on the top of the heart. They were carving her name in the grave again... The flowers were fresh and their faces wet. Her body had died, but she was still alive.

She was back from the dead, but as... A new being. A goddess. As she finally felt the pleura of the heart, she tore it open. The water started to spill down the floor, soon evaporating as the rest of the goddess was emerging from that 'fruit'. As soon as she exited the heart, the woman was no longer looking like a mortal. She was a being with four blue eyes, pink skin, big wings, and pretty skinny. 

As she gasped for air, which she didn't have to, puffy green hair fell on her shoulders. The woman smiled as she looked at her mother, Gaia. She knew everything, it felt like bliss.

Her name was Xantara... The goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood. She flicked her wings, and with enthusiasm,she wasn't ready yet to go down.
Marilyn
Aldamar wandered through the leafy canopies of Yggdrasil absently, his mind more focused on what were the mortals in his realm up to. Would they have killed themselves by now? Have they discovered anything new yet? Will any of their stories satisfy him?

So lost in his thoughts he was that he didn't even realize when he stepped into the upper branches of the Tree, just in time to witness the birth of another Deity.
 
There, outside of a heart-shaped fruit, laid a very pink-skinned winged being assuming a female form. He watched curiously as she heaved and gasped for air, thinking of how different Gods were that even their births differed.

He waited in silence until his newest sister organized her thoughts and came to terms with her birth, and once a smile bloomed on her face, he finally approached her with a smile of his own. 

"Why hello, sister. This one's name is Aldamar, it is a pleasure to meet you."

He eyed her with some interest as he greeted her. Aldamar hadn't met many of his siblings, but he himself did not look the least different from his mortal creations. Maybe he was the odd one?