For Your Entertainment
an excerpt

Due to a personal desire to see this story, this Nano is actually a continuation from last years, which failed at 25k words. Personal goal this year - 75k words total.

Prolouge: Why bored gods are very bad things.

Belhtai was bored. It is never good for a deity with extreme power to become bored. Boredom leads to strange things which should never occur to alleviate said boredom. Things such as placing all of one’s power into a small crystal, imbedding said crystal into a clay mug, and decreeing that it would be given to someone. Someone brave. Someone strong. Someone…. Aw hell, someone who could make him less bored. That would do. That would do just fine. And so Belhtai decided to hold a tournament to accomplish this. Stranger things had been done. He went to go summon all the people who he thought might be able to cure his boredom. Then realized he had no powers. On second thought, maybe he’d just put some of his power into the mug (of ultimate doom). After all, not like some mere mortal would know the difference between a fraction of his power, and all of it.

Belhtai flexed his hand slightly, and reabsorbed some of his power from the cup. When he was at nearly full strength, he stopped. The power left in the cup was good enough. Would be fully sufficient to impress any mortal he gave it to. He the reached beside him to the ground and drew up a handful of dirt. Slowly, he poured it out of his hand, and as it fell, it formed a creature. The creature was small. It stood about 3 feet high on two webbed feet, with small fins at its ankles that looked like wings. The lower half of its body looked amp, like a frogs. The upper half looked more or less human though. Except for the fact that it was purple. Belhtai had always been disappointed by the lack of purple creatures in the world. Worlds. He was trans-dimensional, after all, but nobody ever seemed to create purple creatures. In truth, his messenger looked a little bit more mauve to him, but it was unimportant. It was purple if he said it was. His messenger now completed, he turned to him and said “You are my Messenger. Go forth and get me all the heroes in all the worlds you can find.” The messenger looked at him and then…. It squeaked. Belhtai cocked an eyebrow. “Should I give you some time to come to terms with the concept of being a newly created species, face to face with his creator within seconds of your birth?” The creature looked at him with big scared eyes and nodded its head. Belhtai sighed and shooed him away. The creature scurried off to try and come to grips with its situation. Belhtai began idly running his finger over the armrest of his chair in intricate little patterns. It was going to be a long day.