A Bug in Pele's Path

The war of the gods had ravaged your homeland to the point of ruin, and while the rest of your people simply cowered and prayed within your homes you decided to do something about it. The god's battles took them all across existence, but you had heard of several sightings of the goddess Pele nearby and decided to try and plead to her in person. If you explained to her how much the conflict she was taking part in was devastating mankind perhaps she would be swayed to lay down her blades, perhaps she would even convince her fellow deities to do the same. You knew convincing a goddess would be a monumental task, but the threat looming over you seemed worth the risk. As you neared where she was last seen the sky above darkened, and the ground beneath you slowly changed to ash. You also started to sweat more and more as the air around you grew warm, you knew you had to be getting close. All of sudden you spotted her, strolling across the barren waste without a care. You rushed towards her, shouting her name and begging her to spare you but a moment of her time. She stopped walking and glanced at you with an annoyed glare, you quickly flung yourself at her feet and prayed that she would forgive your straightforwardness. Suddenly you felt a strong bout of nausea and the air around you felt like it was shifting, you nervously raised your head from the ground just in time to see the tanned legs of the goddess expanding at an incredible rate. You quickly realized however that it wasn't her that was growing, you had dwindled to the size of a simple ant. You craned your neck up to see the almighty Pele staring down at you with visible disgust, fearful tears ran down your face and you tried to plead for your life, but it was doubtful she could even hear you. She raised her divine foot above your pathetic form, you barely had a moment to bask in it's beauty before it was cruelly dropped onto you. You splattered like a rotten fruit across the supple sole of the disinterested goddess, your life in all it's entirety reduced to a murky stain on an uncaring divine foot, which would be worn in away in but a dozen of her steps. None of your ambitions, your loyalty to your people or respect for her mattered to the passing goddess, to her you were but an annoying fly that buzzed to close. She never even learned your name, and your very existence would be forgotten by her by the day's end.