There was an old tale that had been long told from mother to child, then the child to their own child. It was an never ending tale of old of how this land had come to be.

On the dry barren land where no proper man ever laid their eyes upon, cried the dweller that was the soul of the soil. The forsaken earth had long needed a care, anything that made this land sprouted with grains and trees again. It cried and cried, but to no avail, its sound would never reach anyone.

Until another soul walked this earth. First, it formed from a little puddle, later it took flight back onto the air and took the form of gray clouds. Once this watery soul decided that it soon should give life back to the earth, where it was once a resident, it rained. Each gentle droplet bloomed a season the earth thought was long dead: spring. Seeds and greens slowly grew from the barren land, now a damp and rainy meadow. The earth dweller cried, but now no longer of somber sadness. It cried for the newfound joy.

The soul of the soil was in no means an ungrateful bastard. Once in every spring, it would offer pretty flowers for the soul of liquid to admire up close, watching as the petals spun with the wind. In autumn, it would allow the dryness of the land to flung playfully the red leaves up in the air, letting the friendly soul feel those fallen through the cold breeze.

The soul from above was fond of the gratitude it garnered over the years, so much that it decided that from now on shall the earth dweller receive more. So, when the sun was too much for life to bear, it created summer where the sea and sand were ideal places for life to take a rest. And when the earth felt far too cumbersome with the growing life, a snow shall fall when it was winter, halting all the growth and blossoming.

The earth dweller was happy. It gave the name which was very welcomed by another. It called the one above a womanly name, a gentle name for a kind soul, Melanie. In turn, the soul of the sky, now named Melanie, bestowed the earth a name that humans would find masculine to their ears for its faithfulness on withstanding through seasons with all the life it bore, Hal.

Melanie, the soul from above and Hal, the earth dwelling soul.

Time passed and together, Hal and Melanie, had created many lives in their own perfect perspectives. Hal would make creatures that could live a long life and sturdy to withstand the hardship of nature it must endure. While Melanie would give life to fragile and elegant creatures which could fly or flow to any direction by their own free volition. Hal thought to himself how it would be nice to have his living things live a life as blissfully as Melanie's. So, he proposed to her to help him create a creature that was once long extinct due to the drought before, in which, the gentle soul gleefully agreed.

A creature that had a sturdy body, but at the same time fragile at heart and mind. A creature that must face nature and endure the season to live a long life, at the same time, free to leave where they live.

A human was what they created. This tiny and frail human began to find more of their friends and soon their family. Hal and Melanie watched closely to them who kept expanding in size and knowledge as if they were their own blood.

The humans were like newborn babies, curious of everything and had hearts of purity where none wished any of their kinds to be hurt. They hunted, they gathered, they catered animals, they created fire. Soon, they started to be more intelligent and offered many more kind things to themselves and the world.

Melanie and Hal took quite a liking in them.

But little did the now newly dubbed Goddess and God known, the creature that had human as its succession was not all gone. It lived still, alone and afraid, in the shadow, in solitude. And now it grew jealous of how tightly bonded the human and their creators were, so it set out to destroy all that was made.

It was an easy task, really, to turn a human with a heart so pure and naive into one of him, bloodthirsty, selfish and hateful.

With the two Gods' eyes turned blinded and so did the world around them.

Slowly and gently, in a human's heart, the seed of corruption had been sowed.