[ WP ] God of the dead river .

`` Rat, where's your river?'' 
 
 `` I... I do n't know, mom.'' 
 
 NorSka looked down at her son, whose body had turned from clear with a soft top of foamy white hair to a dark, murky brown. `` What do you mean you do n't know? How do you lose a river?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know! I just... it was there a hundred years ago and then...'' He knelt down and pawed at the ground. `` This... this is n't like before, mommy. I mean, I've seen others get dammed, and it felt weird when they started throwing stuff in me, but...'' Rat looked down at his fists, slowly clenching and unclenching them, watching as viscous black slime formed strings between his fingers and his palms. He wanted to cry, but his eyes would n't water. `` Mommy, I'm scared. Has... have any gods ever lost their rivers before?'' 
 
 `` I-I'm sure they have,'' NorSka said, wracking her brain to remember. 
 
 `` What happened to them?'' 
 
 `` I... do n't know.'' She looked away, ashamed. `` I never thought it would happen to one of us.'' Rat stared up at her, lip quivering, and started to sob. That sob quickly turned into a dry, hacking, heaving cough. NorSka knelt down and wrapped her own clear, blue arms around him, Ignoring the murk that stuck to her as she did. `` It's okay, Rat, it's okay! We... we'll figure this out!'' Rat wailed into her chest, and NorSka whispered under her breath, more to convince herself than him. 
 
 `` We'll figure this out.''
