Five millenniums was a long time to wander the earth alone. I learned everything there was to know about my planet, and as the animals evolved more and more, I was able to make friends amongst them. I enjoyed the creatures of my planet.
However, at the beginning of my sixth millennium, I had discovered I could speak. And while I enjoyed my animal friends, I had no one to talk with. I did not know why this made me lonely… there was so much I should have been thankful for, so much I had created… but I felt so terribly alone once I learned I could make conversation if only I had someone who could speak back.
It was isolating for some time, however, I knew that I just had to wait and be patient. If animals could evolve, could they not evolve into something like me?
In my seventh millennium, I witnessed the evolution of Neandertals. They seemed like they were similar to me. And after debating with myself for half the millennium, I had decided to pick five Neandertals, and speed up their evolution until they were like me. It was terrifying at first, for I feared I would kill innocent creatures in my act of selfishness. However, the first five successfully lived through the exponentially quick evolutionary process I created.
Their names were Malum, Arbiter, Semisos, Bonum & Tutela… and they were the best creation I could have made… After their creation, I was no longer alone, and I was finally happy.
But unfortunately, in life, immortality is something only I possess.
Which makes the world an even lonelier place for a Guardian like me, because life is fickle and fleeting. I thought that because I sped up the evolutionary process for my friends, that meant they would live forever like me…
In spite of my magic, and as time went on, I noticed the living things I loved age and then their bodies died. There is nothing worse watching your loved ones die while you must live forever. I even attempted to join my friends… however, I discovered something peculiar about mortal beings.
Their souls lived on, even when their bodies did not. Tiny orbs of steel blue light were left behind as the bodies decayed. And these remaining floating lights around me, where what kept me alive. I realized while the bodies (or what I like to call vessels) have a pre-determined expiration, all souls live forever in The Afterlife. In other words, souls continued to exist, outliving their vessel.
With this realization, I desperately attempted to bring back the decaying bodies of my five friends so they could come back to me. But no matter what I did… I could not bring back to life something that had died.
My heart broke watching my loved ones perish, leaving behind lifeless orbs. Yet, one day I touched an orb of my dearest friend Malum, and an echo of her vessel appeared before me. I was enamored with the presence of her soul, so I started to touch all the orbs, and thousands of echos began to keep me company.
So I asked myself if the orbs were echoes of a dead vessel, could these exist once more in a new vessel? And with this question in mind, I began to study the lights the flooded my world.
Enduringly my seventh and eighth millennium was spent researching a way to bring my friends back to life. And what I discovered, shocked even I. Souls cannot reanimate in The World of the Living… but if they move on to The Afterlife, then they can come back in a different vessel.
And so, I created The Afterlife, a different plain in the universe where souls go to regenerate and then come back to The World of the Living in a new vessel with a new pre-determined expiration date. With my creation of The Afterlife, I also realized that souls can be regenerated for eternity. Irrevocably, I found a way for my friends to live on in death. For a long time, things were peaceful. For a long time, everything was joyous and the world was good.
As a consequence, my love grew immensely for my creations. Though, I feel I should explain that the love I feel for my creations has and always will be that of a parent to a child, or a friend who cares deeply for their dearest friends. I know not what it is to feel romantic love, nor do I have the desire to… I leave the romantic love to my creations and that fulfills me.
Yet… regrettably and unfortunately my inability to fall in love was the downfall to the perfect world I had created.
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