Seeing gods

Micaiah sat down on a log in the middle of the forest that she had been exploring for the last few weeks. She had just recently moved out of her parents house and made quite a travel to a new town - which, rather than moving into and associating herself with her new neighbors, she had moved just outside of, and spent most of her time associating herself with the nearby forest. She wasn't much of a people person - her parents had been hunters, and she had been trained in that profession. She was used to spending her time amongst the greenery and its wildlife, making do on her own. She didn't much need other people, though being able to see them from time to time was not unwelcome.

When the ground under her feet began to shake, however, she wasn't sure what to think. It was a very consistent, but not constant motion. It didn't feel like any earthquake that she had experienced before. She pushed her feet flat against the ground to get a better sense of the shaking, and was surprised to find that she could feel the vibrations coming from a direction. Whatever was making it was heavy and powerful, but fast, sending ripples through the earth with each step it took as it ran along the ground. And with each passing moment, the vibrations were getting stronger.

That meant it was getting closer.

She moved to crouch behind the log she was sitting on, looking in the direction the vibrations were coming from. Whatever was coming, it was probably best that it didn't see her. She had no idea what kind of animal it would be - the animals she knew of that might be powerful enough to send those kinds of vibrations certainly could not be doing so as quickly as this was. And it wasn't likely to be more than one creature, or else the pattern they came in would not be so consistent.

It appeared seemingly from nowhere. A massive white horse, taller and longer than any building she had ever seen before, with a beast of a man on its back, dressed in armor polished as white as the hair of his horse. He carried a spear in one hand that was longer and thicker than the tallest tree she had ever seen, and on his back was a sword contrastingly black, as though it were a dozen anvils flattened and forged together. They were there for only a moment, tearing through the forest at breakneck speed, but the vision was burned into Micaiah's eyes.

It was the god of war.

And he was riding straight for her village.