The Naming of Amora
280 Words
The training ground was quiet after the storm. Dust still hung in the air from their last clash, the scent of smoke sharp on Lilith’s tongue. Her chest heaved, every muscle burning, yet her gaze stayed fixed on the woman before her—the goddess who was everything and more than the stories ever said. Lilith had learned the goddess bore many names—different faces to different worshiper. She had been called a hundred names. Earth—Mother. Great Flame. Keeper of Life. But none of them fit. None of them were enough. But to Lilith, she was all of them and more. One day, the name rose unbidden from her heart: Amora. The word felt vast and impossible, too small for what she truly was—yet it fit, like naming the sky. Lilith’s chest tightened. She swallowed hard. A word stirred in her tongue, rising unbidden from somewhere deep, older than language, older than fear. She almost choked it back—who was she to name a goddess? But the word pressed forward, demanding to be born.
“Amora…”
The name left her lips like a prayer, trembling but certain. The world seemed to shiver around it, the air thickening as though the universe itself leaned in to listen.
For a heartbeat, Lilith thought she had made a terrible mistake. But then Amora's lips curved into a smile—soft, knowing, eternal, as though she had been waiting for Lilith to speak it.“As it should be,” the goddess said, her voice low, carrying the weight of creation itself.
Lilith’s breath caught. Somehow, impossibly, she had given the Mother of All her true name.
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