A prayer

You flew for a few minutes following the whispering until it seemed like it was coming from right below you.

I don't think this will work, but what do I have left to lose?

You hovered a few thousand feet in the air and scanned the land beneath you like a bird of prey. Some people spotted you and started running for their lives, but to your surprise, one of them didn't. You landed much more softly than you usually did, only setting off two car sirens then approached the person on foot.

By all appearances, she seemed homeless, but not very old. She was wrapped tightly in a tattered blanket which she clutched tightly in her left hand. Her long, dark hair fell in mats down the right side of her face, and what you could see of her face could have been attractive, but it was weathered and cracked by the elements.

As soon as your shadow loomed over her, she opened her eyes and gasped, though more from surprise than fear. And what a pair of eyes she had; they were a dark, warm, rich chocolate color, not simply "brown."

"Oh wow," she said, "I... I didn't think that would work." You read her mind and addressed her by name.

"What do you need, Marcea?"

"Oh my," she said completely overwhelmed, "They said you were a god, and I didn't think this would work, but you... you're the first one who listened. I'm sorry to bother you. I'm not worth your time." She looked away and pulled her blanket tighter. Then, you gently brushed her hair out of the way, realizing the entire right side of her face was shriveled and deformed.

"Is this what has been bothering you?"

"It's not just my face," Marcea explained, "My entire right side of my body just doesn't work. My eye is blind, my ear is deaf. I can't write, can't walk, and it's been like this for as long as I can remember. Modern medicine has been no help, and I've prayed to every god I can think of, but none of them have ever listened to me. Until... you."

"What makes you think you're not worth my time?" you asked.

"You seem more interested in destroying or taking over the world," she said, "The only reason I haven't evacuated with everyone else is because there's nobody to load me onto one of the buses. But you heard me when I started praying for mercy."

"What kind of god would I be if I didn't at least listen to prayers," you said.

"But you must be a god of destruction," she said before she was overwhelmed by a coughing fit. You sensed she was in the beginning stages of pneumonia, so with a puff of magic smoke from your mouth, you took away the infection and her coughing subsided. Marcea was speechless after that, completely transfixed by your presence.

"Would you like to be healed, Marcea?" you asked.

"Yes."

"Then look into my eyes," you said as they started glowing like twin suns. As soon as the woman looked, her affliction melted away. Her face was renewed and cleansed of its blemishes, revealing a stunning woman beneath with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. You also took the liberty of cleaning her hair, which was no longer stringy and matted, but long and thick with rich, natural curls. You restored her body to what it would have been like if it had never been deformed, with long, toned legs, a slender waist, and gorgeous, full breasts with wide, inverted nipples.

When she overcame her shock a minute later, she raised her hand to shield her eyes. When she realized it was her right hand, she gasped and could only stare at it while tears formed in her eyes. Then she experimentally wiggled the toes on her right foot and for the first time in her life, she stood up and was able to put weight on it.

She threw her hands up with glee and twirled around like a little girl and leapt over the bench where she had been laying before. Finally she ran up to you and wrapped her arms around your thick, long neck since you were lying down.

"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" she said tearfully and kissed your scaly chin. Then she stared into your eyes again, and reading her mind, you sensed her new love and devotion.

"There's only one way I can show my gratitude," she said as she stripped out of her dirty, tattered hobo clothes, "You gave me this body, it's only appropriate that I give it back to you. Your Magnificence..."

And with that, she laid back and dutifully spread her legs for you.