[Creation, Destruction, Understanding, and the Sorrowful Eyes of a Goddess]
Once, there was a Wisp. It was born off the coat tails of a much older, wiser God. It was no more than an child, no less than an animal. Capable of intelligence, but not created with it.
The little wisp knew nothing of the world. Nothing about the life it was given. It was so small, so insignificant, that the deity that created it hadn't even noticed it's birth. All it did was follow him around. Watching, learning, seeing.
It mimicked the first thing it saw.
As it learned, so it became. She idolized the God that had created her. He was so sure, so knowledgeable. There was nothing he did not know. Only then did she realize she was a part of his power. And so, she sought to use it.
She slipped into a crack in space and time, bidding a goodbye to her father. She would make him proud; she was sure. The empty, vast space before her was her canvas that she would begin to create.
Stars, galactic phenomena, a planet capable of life. There was nothing she did not know about this canvas; She had become her idol. Only then did she decide to rest, closing her eyes for a prideful nap.
Time passed. So much did before she woke, and as she did, she realized she no longer recognized the planet she made. The stars behaved exactly as they should have, but this planet did not. She thought it ugly and dreadful- Not because it was, but because the beauty in it she did not understand.
She was still no more than a child, no less than an animal. Her frustration led her to destroy the tiny planet. Crushing it in her hands, the life it held included, before starting over from scratch.
Once again, she left, this time to explore the canvas she made for other frustrating changes to fix... Once again, she returned to a planet she did not know.
Once again, she destroyed it, and started over... But this time, she was curious.
Taking on the form of a young girl by shedding her power, The Wisp, now a Goddess, chose to live on the frustrating land mass. She would spend as long as it took watching her creations change. She watched as life formed, she watched as it lived and died, and eventually, she watched as apes began to take to two legs.
They were her favorite. They almost looked like her. The could create what they wanted- and they were surely the cause of the changes to her planets with how they terraformed it. No longer was she frustrated by it. They were different, but they were beautiful.
One day, she found him. Found in the arms of his mother, who had passed after putting him in her arms. He was small, fragile. She did not understand why his mother had such injuries, but decided it did not matter- she would never see them on this boy.
His first steps, his first words- they all belonged to her memory. She did not fully understand him- She could not read his thoughts without her full strength, but he was more fun this way. He was her everything, and she decided that this strange, foreign life was worth keeping.
As the boy grew older, he began to want to know about his own kind. She loved him- so she told him the way to where his kind lived.
..
Days passed. So odd.
...
A short period of time, but her time watching the apes has taught her to acknowledge it as significant.
......
He said he'd be back soon.
...........
She decided to head down the mountain to find him. It did not take long.
The Apes were beautiful creatures. They were capable of kindness, but also great evil. They did not like that which was different from them. They saw themselves as above other species. She loved that of them- but it was that trait that caused her boy to be slaughtered as a demon after meeting his kind.
...
Once again, she would try to destroy this world for it.
Try.
The people that had committed this crime against her realized quickly that they had killed the child of a Goddess. Some tried to repent, but others, others fought back.
It took the Wisp too long to regather her power- the apes, clever as they were, cut her off from it in a long, difficult battle. They stripped her from her memories, her self, in a desparate attempt at survival, and sealed her away.
It was where she stayed, in that seal, and it was centuries there before she was first broken out of it. The humans that did Gave her a name, taking care of her. Not knowing who she was, she simply decided to do the only thing that felt right at the moment.
She mimicked the first thing she saw.
Once, there was a Wisp. It was born off the coat tails of a much older, wiser God. It was no more than an child, no less than an animal. Capable of intelligence, but not created with it.
The little wisp knew nothing of the world. Nothing about the life it was given. It was so small, so insignificant, that the deity that created it hadn't even noticed it's birth. All it did was follow him around. Watching, learning, seeing.
It mimicked the first thing it saw.
As it learned, so it became. She idolized the God that had created her. He was so sure, so knowledgeable. There was nothing he did not know. Only then did she realize she was a part of his power. And so, she sought to use it.
She slipped into a crack in space and time, bidding a goodbye to her father. She would make him proud; she was sure. The empty, vast space before her was her canvas that she would begin to create.
Stars, galactic phenomena, a planet capable of life. There was nothing she did not know about this canvas; She had become her idol. Only then did she decide to rest, closing her eyes for a prideful nap.
Time passed. So much did before she woke, and as she did, she realized she no longer recognized the planet she made. The stars behaved exactly as they should have, but this planet did not. She thought it ugly and dreadful- Not because it was, but because the beauty in it she did not understand.
She was still no more than a child, no less than an animal. Her frustration led her to destroy the tiny planet. Crushing it in her hands, the life it held included, before starting over from scratch.
Once again, she left, this time to explore the canvas she made for other frustrating changes to fix... Once again, she returned to a planet she did not know.
Once again, she destroyed it, and started over... But this time, she was curious.
Taking on the form of a young girl by shedding her power, The Wisp, now a Goddess, chose to live on the frustrating land mass. She would spend as long as it took watching her creations change. She watched as life formed, she watched as it lived and died, and eventually, she watched as apes began to take to two legs.
They were her favorite. They almost looked like her. The could create what they wanted- and they were surely the cause of the changes to her planets with how they terraformed it. No longer was she frustrated by it. They were different, but they were beautiful.
One day, she found him. Found in the arms of his mother, who had passed after putting him in her arms. He was small, fragile. She did not understand why his mother had such injuries, but decided it did not matter- she would never see them on this boy.
His first steps, his first words- they all belonged to her memory. She did not fully understand him- She could not read his thoughts without her full strength, but he was more fun this way. He was her everything, and she decided that this strange, foreign life was worth keeping.
As the boy grew older, he began to want to know about his own kind. She loved him- so she told him the way to where his kind lived.
..
Days passed. So odd.
...
A short period of time, but her time watching the apes has taught her to acknowledge it as significant.
......
He said he'd be back soon.
...........
She decided to head down the mountain to find him. It did not take long.
The Apes were beautiful creatures. They were capable of kindness, but also great evil. They did not like that which was different from them. They saw themselves as above other species. She loved that of them- but it was that trait that caused her boy to be slaughtered as a demon after meeting his kind.
...
Once again, she would try to destroy this world for it.
Try.
The people that had committed this crime against her realized quickly that they had killed the child of a Goddess. Some tried to repent, but others, others fought back.
It took the Wisp too long to regather her power- the apes, clever as they were, cut her off from it in a long, difficult battle. They stripped her from her memories, her self, in a desparate attempt at survival, and sealed her away.
It was where she stayed, in that seal, and it was centuries there before she was first broken out of it. The humans that did Gave her a name, taking care of her. Not knowing who she was, she simply decided to do the only thing that felt right at the moment.
She mimicked the first thing she saw.