Amascut paced through her fields, a smile alive and glowing upon her face. The summertime harvests were being collected by her servants, the good people of Gielnor’s eastern fringe. These were her citizens, and her care for them was beyond what most gods considered to be ‘proper’ for their dignity. However, Amascut was different; as goddess of rebirth, she often came and visited the valley folk she called her own.

Their habitat wasn’t much like a valley-it was more like a strip of land between the mountains that bordered the Salve River in the west and the hills in the west. It was ideal for crops such as wheat, corn and plenty of other vegetation that flourished in the ideal climate. Part of the land’s perfection was Amascut’s presence, which many believed brought new life to the earth each time she set foot.

This goddess, Amascut, was much unlike any of the other entities of such power. She didn’t care to live in the palaces that such gods as Armadyl, Saradomin, or even her family in the Pantheon of the Desert enjoyed. She preferred to live in a simple hut amongst her people, in a small village where she was known as the ‘miracle woman.’ The humble villagers respected her immensely, and her power to bring about life was legendary all throughout the land.

“The miracle woman is here!” exclaimed one of the villagers, and soon many people rushed to visit her. She normally didn’t venture this far north, into the borderline country under the shadow of the mountains, but today was a new day that brought about a new duty for her to her subjects.

The people crowded around Amascut happily, and she could only feel the warmth in their hearts.
“Miracle woman, please save my child!” cried a woman, her face distraught with tears.
“Show me where he is,” the goddess of rebirth simply replied, and the woman led her to the hut she lived in.
“It’s too late,” the father lamented, who was on his knees at the side of his dead son. The body lay on a straw mat that boasted two rugged coverings. “He’s gone…”
“No,” Amascut smiled ever so wide, and she touched his forehead. His eyes immediately opened to him as his soul was reborn. The village people who noticed were completely taken back by her power. “The boy lives!”

The inhabitants of the town cheered as she stepped out of the hut. Immediately, as if to greet her, a great ball of fire came down from the mountains and consumed the home she had just exited. The explosion shook every house in the village, and the people that survived were being scorched alive by the fire. Horrified, Amascut began to weep. Nothing like this had ever happened, nothing. She tried to ponder what monstrosity could have caused this, when suddenly her answer came crashing down upon her in the form of a Mahjarrat.

The goddess of rebirth was entirely frozen, unable to move to defend her people in any way. A large and white skeletal creature began chasing after one of the villagers whose clothes were aflame. He bore a huge sword, and with it he cut down the helpless human with ease. Amascut opened her mouth to speak, but no words exited her lips. The demon that had brought on such destruction turned his head, and his face cringed into a smile as he noticed her.

The monstrosity approached her slowly, his dark blade at hand, knowing full well that a god meant power, even a goddess of peace. “Greetings from the Empty Lord.”
Amascut could not speak. Her eyes were wide with shock as she turned her head from side to side, observing the chaos and destruction that this being, this Mahjarrat had instilled. She continued to stare like a fool at the creature in front of her and the devastation behind it.
“You know not pain, you know not war,” the Mahjarrat spoke, “but I swear we will bring upon a conflict such as this world has never seen, and even you gods of peace will fight or perish.”
With that, the creature departed, setting the fields alight as he did so.

Fire was everywhere, consuming the remaining huts in the village and turning all to ash, including the glorious crops Amascut had paced through just previous. She noticed that one man was left alive, his half-scorched garments still smoldering, his face red and twisted from the flame.
“Miracle woman, please help…”
At that moment, rage and anger filled the heart of the goddess. Rebirth no longer was on her mind, only pain-the pain she would inflict upon the Mahjarrat. If destruction was what they craved, she would unleash her wrath upon them.
“Miracle woman…”
Nothing would stop her, nothing could stop her. She would surely bring death upon the Mahjarrat.
“Please…”
Annoyance of the highest degree clouded Amascut’s mind, and she grabbed a nearby enflamed plank from one of the huts. She thrust the missile at the man maliciously, effectively slaying the last remaining villager. And with hate in heart, the goddess of rebirth became the goddess of destruction.

The ending was a little brutal, I realize that she was mad but she was mad at the Mahjarrat not at the village, but good story nonetheless, I'm still awaiting one from you which can top "A Great Lament".

Alright, I'll try. But this story is about how she transformed from the goddess of rebirth to the goddess of destruction, so I had to have her unleash her anger somehow. Later on in Runescape history, she doesn't discriminate between her enemies, the Mahjarrat, and innocent humans, so why should she now?

Certainly not a bad story, but I couldn't really get much out of it because I'm not familiar with the Desert Pantheon. But it's quite well-written, and I enjoyed it.

All there really is to know is that Amascut was once the goddess of rebirth, but after the Mahjarrat sided with Zaros and made war with the world, she became twisted in her mind and became the goddess of destruction instead.

Great story, I enjoyed every word.

Thank you.

Please, feel free to point to parts you liked/disliked.

I agree with Fake, I think the ending was a little brutal. I loved everything.

Thank you! This is one of those stories that had been floating around in my head for some time before I put it to paper (or, in this case, Microsoft Works Processor).